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How can this be said? !
If this were placed in his synesthesia beacon system, it would be blocked!
"Heating it up? What do you think I am?" Portio's eyes widened. He felt that he really hated the synesthesia beacon on his body at this moment. He really wanted to curse!
"Oh, but you do look cute, at least a very cute one." Cheng Che looked at Potio's body again and touched his arm, "Can I replace my arm with the same one as yours?"
Portio: ...
A huge question mark appeared on Portio's forehead, and his pupils almost turned into question marks.
Are you sick?
He's a healthy person and he doesn't have any missing limbs, why are you thinking about changing him?
"No." Poteo felt that his mechanical body was about to be melted into a pool of molten iron by the anger in his heart. "Why are you so cute?"
"I'm not cute, don't praise me like that." Cheng Che had no expression on his face. He handed a glass of wine to Potio, "If you can't do it, then you can't do it. I don't really want to change it."
Although it's a bit crazy, it's not necessary to do something to yourself, right?
If he really replaced his arms and legs with mechanical arms, and if he found his family, he would be hung on a tree and beaten for a hundred or eighty days.
Portio's brain was filled with confusion from the continuous anime lines and Cheng Che's nonsense tone. He slumped back in his chair in silence, doubting his life.
Why does it feel like the Xianzhou Alliance is a little crazy?
Emperor Gong Siming also seems a little crazy.
Why did you find a fun person to be your messenger?
He was really a little scared, as he always felt that the Xianzhou Alliance would one day become the Star God.
"What a cute little crow." After a while, Potio said sullenly, as if he was cursing a crow. He held the wine glass and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Can you tell me something? It doesn't seem that familiar.
Say something to please meow? The synesthesia beacon does not allow swearing. This crow is also very narcissistic. He is so sleepy that he thinks he is confessing.
Talk about Pinocchio? He just came out.
After much thought, Potio felt that his language library could be updated.
"Oh, you stupid fool Chun." Cheng Che glanced at Botio, moved his chair to the desk, and turned to the page with the bookmark. "Don't think I won't curse."
"Hey!" Botio raised his voice, with a little bit of gritted teeth, "Just show off your unmodified synesthesia beacon!"
"I've been trying to use the synesthesia beacon recently, but the gap between the technology level in my hometown and mine is quite large. I feel that it's unrealistic to achieve success overnight." Cheng Che answered seriously, marking on the book with a pencil, "Is it fun for you to be a sea patrol ranger? I have a friend who really wants to be a sea patrol ranger, but unfortunately this little wish has not come true."
Hearing this, Potio became interested and moved his chair closer to Cheng Che. "Of course it's fun, but you still have to be careful with the company. They are all a bunch of little cuties. They obviously haven't been educated by my love. I'll love them again next time."
Cheng Che: ...
I seem to understand it, but for some reason I feel like I shouldn’t understand it?
Cheng Che turned his head and looked at Botio expressionlessly. After thinking for a while, he spoke, "Be careful of the company's big fool Chun. It's obvious that he was not convinced by your beating. Give him two more slaps next time."
Potio nodded and raised his hand to touch his ear. "That's right. I'll get a translator next time."
"I'm not a translator." Cheng Che continued with a blank expression.
Botio raised an eyebrow, "I am not his precious power bank!"
"What's wrong with a power bank? How do I know you have a charging port?" Cheng Che widened his eyes and retorted seriously, "I just took a shower and was in a daze for ten minutes but couldn't fall asleep. My phone was out of battery, and I was sleepy, tired, and angry. I saw a charging port, so why not try it?"
Mobile phones are the lifeblood of today’s young people. They have to keep them next to them even when taking a shower!
Bottiou was so angry that the corners of his mouth drooped. "You little cutie, you are his precious little kid, aren't you? You're watching cartoons before going to bed? Do you want some cute little face?"
Cheng Che frowned, "You scolded me."
"I just love you so much, so what?" Poteo did not back down!
"Then you can love it, but I don't. I can really love it to death." Cheng Che glanced at Botio and added a little wine to Botio with the bottle. "But your eyes are beautiful, with an upturned eye shape and a sense of simplicity of a fairy boat, but I have a question."
"Who doesn't love someone to death?" Potio said something irrelevant, holding his cowboy hat in his arms, shaking his wine glass and looking at Cheng Che, "What's the problem? Don't say the problem that will attract love."
Cheng Che: ...
Suddenly I felt that there was no need to continue this conversation. I had to translate what the other person said in my head, which was tiring and dirty.
"Your body is a modified mechanical body." Cheng Che tilted his head to look at Poteo, and after trying to hold back, he still couldn't help asking the question, "If it's all mechanical, then why do you need to wear clothes?"
They are all machines. Does the Star Destroyer also need a skin?
Portio: ...
Botio looked at Cheng Che in silence. After taking a sip of wine, he looked down at his pants and said in disbelief, "If I don't wear anything, then I'm naked, right?"
"Is it inappropriate to be naked?" Cheng Che still couldn't figure it out. "Is it shameful to not put a phone case on your phone? And you have to cover your charging port shyly?"
Portio: ...
I feel like I've been scolded, so I should cover the charging port?
But the charging port is not covered by clothes...
The corners of Poteo's mouth twitched. "It looks good, okay? Handsome! How can a sea ranger not be handsome? This is such a shameless question!"
Cheng Che nodded, "I accept this answer. Being handsome is indeed a lifelong thing."
As he spoke, Cheng Che picked up his phone again and found his treasured cartoons behind the communication terminal. "I can't sleep anyway, do you want to watch anime and drink some wine together?"
Botio tilted his head and looked at Cheng Che, "I hope you don't connect your mobile phone data cable to me."
Cheng Che smoothed the line and looked at the other end that was still connected to Potio. After a moment of silence, he clicked play without hesitation and patted Potio on the shoulder. "Friend, accept your fate. It's too late."
Potio covered his mouth and widened his eyes, "He's so precious! Pleasant Goat, I will definitely come back!"
Portio: !!!
Portio quickly unplugged the plug, panting and dizzy, wishing he could shoot this little cutie to death.
"Calm down." Cheng Che said calmly as he took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet. "You seem to like drinking a lot. I bought this with the money I stole from the company. I'll share it with you."
Portio calmed down, "Half!"
I bought this wine with the company’s money. Drink it!
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【Extra (supplement)】
"Da da da--"
Hearing the crisp sound coming from the stairs, the man sitting on the sofa turned his head and looked at the person who had just entered his sight with deep eyes.
Although he is not yet an adult, he has a physique that is no less than that of any adult male, with tall height, long legs, broad shoulders and a thin waist.
He was simply wearing a loose black T-shirt, dark grey shorts, striped socks wrapped around his ankles, and his sneakers were wiped clean.
The man took one look and said calmly, "Where are you going?"
"Going swimming?"
Hearing the voice, Cheng Che stopped, picked up his bag of spare clothes and shook it, his light amber eyes staring at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, "I went to the mall with my classmates to eat this afternoon, and then I won't be back. I will go to stay at Brother Su's place. He has been working overtime these days and has no time to eat. I will go to see his cats and dogs, and clean up the antiques in his house."
The man was silent for a moment, and finally spoke, "Go to the Tang family and deliver some documents for me when you come back."
"No." Cheng Che refused decisively, leaning against the sofa and looking down at his father, "Don't even think about asking me to show up in front of the people in the company. I don't want to."
Hearing this, the man suddenly looked up, "You——"
The stern voice was interrupted before it came out.
Cheng Che raised his hand and said seriously, "Don't expect me to work for you after graduation. If I can get into the police station, I'll do it. If not, I'll just stay at home and be a parasite."
The man looked at his little son in silence, then waved after a while.
Cheng Che sat obediently on the sofa, lying on his side with his head pressed on his father's legs, "Dad, don't even think about it. If you push me again, Grandpa's little sapling will fall on you again."
The man choked and rubbed Cheng Che's newly grown curly hair with his palm. He habitually wanted to grab the braid but suddenly remembered that the braid had become a collector's item for many years.
He was silent for a moment, then patted Cheng Che's head and said, "You can't count on your brothers and sisters. There are always unexpected things. What if our family falls into poverty..."
"Then I'll go look through the trash can. There must be something to eat in it." Cheng Che had a calm face. He closed his eyes and leaned on his father's lap. He stretched out a hand and felt in his father's pocket. "Where's the phone?"
"What?" Father Cheng raised his eyebrows, "No money again?"
"Yes." Cheng Che recalled his pocket money, thought for a while before speaking seriously, "Grandma's birthday is coming up, I need to prepare a gift for her, so I'll sponsor her a little. Also, I'm going out to play with my classmates today, and I'll have to stop by the supermarket to buy some vegetables and fruits for Brother Su when I go to his house in the evening."
Father Cheng was silent for a moment, rubbed Cheng Che's head, and said, "What about you? Don't you want to add something?"
"No more." Cheng Che closed his eyes and sighed heavily, "I'm giving a gift to grandma, so she will definitely buy something for me."
Father Cheng: ...
It’s not a loss.
But...isn't this filial piety a bit discounted?
"Go ahead." Father Cheng patted his youngest son's head and said disdainfully, "I'll ask my assistant to give you the money later. Hurry up and get up. My legs are numb from this big thing."
"You are the only one who despises me. Grandpa asks me to sleep in the small bed next to him every day." Cheng Che got up sullenly and poked his father again, "Do I need to give a gift for my brother's wedding? Can you pay for it for me? I'm afraid my sister-in-law won't like the cheap one, and I can't afford the expensive one."
"dig."
Father Cheng sighed again and looked his youngest son up and down. "Let your sister-in-law bring some kids to play with you in a few days?"
The antenna on Cheng Che's head instantly stood up, and his eyes were full of vigilance, "You want me to go on a blind date? I won't!"
"What a rude thing to say! What blind date?! You're only seventeen!" Father Cheng's eyes widened, and he looked like he was about to pout. "You should also get to know a few kids from your neighbors, old friends, and relatives, so that you can do anything easily in the future."
"No." Cheng Che leaned back on the sofa, his face full of resistance. "Don't think I don't know that I've scolded those people my age. Do you want me to make friends or to see my performance? But if you want me to humiliate them once... that's not impossible."
Well, my neighbors and various partners, who I have met on various occasions since I was a child, have all been scolded by me!
"Do you want to piss me off to death?" Father Cheng slumped weakly on the sofa, looking down at Cheng Che's wrist.
The child has thin skin, just like his mother, who has fair skin. He did not get tanned in the sun during training at school.
This figure and this face are attractive to girls no matter how you look at them, but he has never had any rumors of premature love since he was a child. How can he, as a father, not be worried?
On the one hand, I am glad that my youngest son is obedient and doesn’t fall in love too early, but on the other hand, I am worried that he will be lonely. Although it is a bit early to worry, but...
There are so many young people in the family, but none of them is as cold as Cheng Che.
"You won't be angry if you look at it more positively." Cheng Che snorted and laughed. He found his father's phone on the coffee table, picked it up and unlocked it skillfully. He transferred money to himself and changed the note to "my favorite little son". "I don't blame you. You think about apologizing to me and wanting to compensate me all day long. How uncomfortable it is."