Chapter 6 Let me help you take off your clothes. Go ahead, why are you shy? ...

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A hammer to the chest.

A tearing pain came over me.

Chen Che regretted not getting two bodyguards from his mother.

The culprit that we see is not human.

It is a gray bird-shaped organism - it is unknown whether the real body hiding in the organism is male or female.

The turkey raised its head with its developed crown raised high, looking arrogant and domineering, the king of the chicken world.

With a quick glance, Chen Che recognized this chicken—the chicken that "Yuan Shan Nu Na" was crazy about.

With his forearm raised horizontally, he pushed the chicken away and politely reminded it to pay attention to social distance from humans.

Chi Leyou, who was controlled by the hood, endured the abdominal pain and took a step back.

The light leaked out of the two eye holes, looking out.

What caught my eye was a forearm, with healthy wheat-colored skin and tiny blue blood vessels hidden at the cuff.

The watch on his wrist was not a common model, and Chi Leyou had the good fortune to see it twice.

One time it was a magazine from the library.

She was attracted by the watch with its glittering stars on the coated paper. Then she looked at the price, which was so high that she couldn't afford it even if she worked for three lifetimes.

Another time was yesterday, by the pool.

It was like when reviewing, a piece of knowledge kept popping up in front of her eyes, and she said to him with her hands on her hips: Aha, it’s me again, do you remember it this time?

At this moment, the stuffy air inside the hood sank, and the alarm in my stomach disappeared.

What a coincidence, hello, Mr. Watch.

Chi Leyou: "Hey."

The strange chicken in front of him was shaking its wattles, and its words were like shining special effects fonts, with the letters hitting Chen Che one after another.

He inexplicably thought of the sticky note and felt unwell.

At this moment, he was diagnosed with an allergic reaction to hey.

A man and a chicken looked at each other through the small eye hole window.

"It's me." Chi Leyou switched to Chinese.

Wow, it’s still a turkey flying from the motherland.

Seeing that Chen Che stood still, Chi Leyou gritted her teeth. If she continued to hold it in, she would soon become a Qigong master. Although she didn't know Chen Che's name, she knew that he was a good person.

Before he could finish his words, the fake foreigner, who was of the same nationality as him, took off his hood and shouted: "Surprise~~~"

A sweaty head jumped into his eyes like a sunrise over the sea.

"Help me—" Her tone became a little more urgent.

This person.

Shen Che thought, her way of appearing is always different.

He studied the funny appearance of the head's owner with great interest.

Then I saw large patches of color chasing after the girl, rushing into Shen Che's field of vision.

The dreadlocks are purple, and the apple cheeks are lifted up to reveal a light red cheek - no, that's a monkey's butt.

The world is no longer gray, color wins this game.

"It's you." Surprise burst out of his eyes, and Chen Che quickly turned off the screen of his mobile phone.

A second ago, the screen showed the social account sent by Uncle Zheng - Turkey's account.

"It's me, it's me." The girl said in a overlapping tone.

I didn't expect that the face that was full of energy yesterday would now be full of sorrow. The words just slipped out of my mouth: "What can I help you with?"

He shut his mouth and regretted it.

Although she has not said anything nonsense on her social media account, it does not mean that she will not say anything nonsense in the future.

Du Yuanshan was still signing books upstairs. Chen Che pondered whether the girl in front of him would spread Du Yuanshan's private information on her social media account.

Chi Leyou's eyebrows were furrowed like a mountain, and his face was a mess. "Stand for me for a while! I want to take a shit for free!"

Suddenly, Chen Che’s eyes went dark and his head felt heavy. Something was wrong.

Not good.

There is no expected sweat smell, and the light scent of orange blossom captures the sense of smell.

Chen Che pretended to pick it.

"Help me, man..." The girl stumbled and spoke incoherently, trying to take off her turkey bottoms while enduring the pain in her stomach.

The sudden drop from the sky was just like this. I stuffed the "parachute" with the "I Love Turkey" pattern printed on it into my teammates' hands, and they shouted in unison: "I really can't stand it anymore!"

The temporary teammate stopped and looked at the girl's face through the narrow eye holes.

Her complexion: red → white → blue.

"Ah, my little universe is going to explode—"

The paratrooper escaped like a thief.

Shen Che's head felt heavy and stuffy: "..."

How could he wear something like that?

He was so ashamed that he was glad that there was no one he knew nearby.

Pull off the chicken head and the encrypted language of kimchi smecta will penetrate your ears.

The clerk asked, "Ah! Is this Musenjixi?!"

Shen Che didn't understand, but from the fiery expression in the other person's eyes, he could guess that it was a question.

He explained in English, word by word, that the turkey went to the toilet, not to heaven.

Unexpectedly, the clerk's eyes were fixed on the turkey/hood in Shen Che's hand, and his gaze was like a knife, coldly cutting through the air.

Speaking in a coded language that Shen Che couldn't understand.

The conversation became more frequent and faster.

The paratroopers reached the toilet cubicle as quickly as possible——

The two armies engaged, and a naval battle was imminent. As the commander-in-chief, Chi Leyou ordered several torpedoes to be launched into the deep sea.

Biu-biu-biu.

The ship's weight suddenly became several pounds lighter, and I felt an indescribable sense of relief.

After washing my hands, I patted my face with cold water, and the person in the mirror was no longer covered in sweat.

I was just about to go out and continue working.

The abdomen contracted.

It’s broken, it came out too early.

She ducked back into the stall.

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"Aww, chick!"

"Mom, I want to take a picture with the turkey!"

“Is this a real chicken?”

A world full of excited children.

The turkey took a few awkward steps back.

The naughty kid was so excited that he broke free from his mother's hand and rushed forward.

The brakes failed and he pierced the turkey's belly like a small missile.

"hiss……"

The bright orange beak hummed.

A freak accident at a shopping mall.

The little perpetrator raised his head, his dark skin filled with two snow-white eyeballs, his thick lips grinned, revealing a row of neat teeth that were so white that they were terrifying.

"Hello, are you a Super Saiyan Chicken?" The extremely dark-colored child in front of him was very polite.

Chen Che was exhausted, sweating profusely. He looked towards the restroom sign.

The sunlight penetrated the transparent glass cover on the top floor of the shopping mall, coating the bustling crowd with a layer of gold powder, but the only thing missing from the crowd was the pair of overalls.

No, today she was wearing a dusky sweatshirt and a pair of wide-leg functional trousers. The hem of the trousers was folded up——

Her image popped up in my mind for no reason.

"Short-legged chicken." A sneer suddenly dissipated the scene.

Chen Che lowered his head and met the child's eyes: "After eating turkey noodles, you will turn into a Super Saiyan Chicken on the full moon night."

"real?"

"I look like a liar?"

The child yelled, "Mom, I want turkey noodles!"

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A few dozen meters away is Tims coffee shop.

Chi Leyou squatted behind the bagel display stand for a while.

Looking into the distance, I see passers-by of all kinds and colorful shop signs. The camera zooms out and falls on a funny turkey in the distance.

"You're getting the hang of it quickly." Chi Leyou rolled his eyes. "Not only are you promoting your platform, you're also attracting clients."

They had just met for a short time - but she could see into his core.

Peel off the delicate skin and you will find a hardworking and persevering character. He has worked hard all the way to achieve his current glamorous appearance, and he knows the hardships and ups and downs of it.

Even though he had no experience as a puppeteer, he tried his best to do his best.

"No wonder the rich sister likes him." She stood up suddenly, her legs and feet numb, "Because he's worth it."

She came over limping.

Turkey lowered his head, his wattles stuck to his neck. A muffled voice came out from inside his doll costume. Chen Che asked, "You're finally here. You're so slow."

"I've been squatting for too long." She turned sideways and tapped her knee.

"There's no squat toilet in this bathroom, right? You're standing on the toilet seat to poop? With your weight—" The turkey suit, like a layer of golden armor, the man inside said unscrupulously, "Others are blowing up schools, and you're blowing up toilets?"

“…” The girl’s eyes gradually widened.

Her "squat" is not "squatting for a big bowel movement"!

The words praising him got stuck in my throat and I swallowed them back.

"Thank you."

A very low voice penetrated the turkey suit, and Chen Che said: "No subject?"

In consideration of how much he had helped her, Chi Leyou clamped her throat and spoke in a babysitter tone: "Kang Sang Hamida, thank you, thank you~"

Chen Che was not very happy and said, "Why do you say that?"

She had experience caring for five-year-olds, and though the painful experience was too painful to recall, she brushed it off with a smile.

The mall was packed with people, foreigners and compatriots alike were indistinguishable, and curious crowds gathered around the turkey.

Caught in a dilemma, the hood blocked Shen Che's impatient face.

People just want to take pictures with the tall and majestic turkey.

Chi Leyou stood on the outskirts of the crowd, using her eyes as a ruler to measure the height difference between her and Shen Che.

He is so tall that he looks like a telephone pole among the foreigners.

The rich sister has a really sharp eye, his appearance and height are really impeccable.

Although his words were harsh, which worker doesn't have emotions?

Just be kind-hearted.

"This turkey who saved people from danger and was so proud of himself, / My dear friend, are you hot?"

The taste of steaming it is not pleasant.

"What do you think?" The words squeezed out from the gap between the chicken's beak, passed over the heads of several foreigners, and hit Chi Leyou's ears.

"Let me help you take off your clothes." The girl said something shocking again, throwing out some heavyweight high-frequency words.

——This is the part after the hero and heroine kiss and hug each other in the climax of the romance story.

Shen Che's eyelids twitched slightly, and he studied her micro-expressions intently.

Look, her expression is normal. There is no trace of shame in her words.

Who does she think he is?

Seeing that the turkey statue didn't move, Chi Leyou walked around the crowd and came behind Shen Che.

Using two fingers as chopsticks, he pinched the tip of the wings, his sense of humor rising. "Take it off, what are you shy about?"

“…”

A black whirlwind blew into the store.

The child who wanted to become a Super Saiyan Chicken had a sad face and chattered in English: "Big liar! Spicy, super spicy, abnormally spicy!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the child's lips.

Dark-skinned children are born with thick lips. After being attacked by the turkey noodle spicy magic, their lips become like sausages.

The child's mother is a strong black woman.

The lady took a step forward, like a passing dark cloud, as if she wanted to argue with Shen Che.

In the blink of an eye, a small figure appeared in front of the turkey.

Shen Che glimpsed the straight back, as resolute as a soldier defending his country.

"Hey—" Chi Leyou took out a maple leaf lollipop like a magic trick, "Sister will treat you."

"Liar." The child's momentum was obviously weaker when facing the older sister.

The older sister glanced across his swollen lips and said with regret, "Don't you want to unlock new skills?"

The child raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.

"Unlock the super skill of not being afraid of super spicy food." Chi Leyou stuffed the lollipop into his palm, "Your friends who can't eat spicy food, Apple, Banana, Cherry, Durian, will definitely admire you."

The child, holding the candy in his mouth, muttered, "They're not called fruits."

A magical soothing process.

After Turkey finished taking two rounds of photos, he saw the soldiers who were killing all around playing the game of "carrot squat" with the children.

"After the cherry squat, the durian squat."

She also teaches her child to speak Chinese.

The kid with the lollipop in his mouth turned into a cigarette, couldn't handle Chinese, and spoke with a funny accent: "Six links, six links, six links ten thousand..."

Chi Leyou cut into English smoothly: "Sister will help you get revenge, after the durian squat, the turkey squat!"

After being hit by a boomerang, Chen Che said: "..."

"Hurry up." The girl's pupils were round and bright, like two washed glass balls. "You should comfort him. His mother practices Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu."

The black mother looked at him unkindly and took a step forward.

Even a tall man like Shen Che, who is 186 centimeters tall, could not suppress her aura.

How can the power of a telephone pole be compared to that of an iron bull that guards the river?

After weighing the pros and cons for a second, the turkey squatted down.

"Turkey squat, turkey squat," Afraid that Chen Che would feel embarrassed, the girl took the initiative to act as a voice actor, "After the turkey squat -"

There was an old naughty boy in the crowd doing a difficult Asian squat, a relay game.

The atmosphere is warm and cozy.

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After taking off his hood and doll costume, Shen Che finally gained his freedom.

Taking the wipes from the girl, he asked, "How did you know that lady practiced Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?"

Chi Leyou raised his chin, and saw the backs of the mother and son leaving not far away: "The bag she was carrying."

Shen Che's gaze chased for twenty meters.

"Did you see that exposed belt?"

Shen Che, who was confused, said: “I saw it.”

"What color?"

"…brown?" He wasn't sure.

The world returned to its dull grayish-white state, and only she, who was in the center of the circle, remained bright.

"It's purple," Chi Leyou said clearly, "it represents a high level in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu."

"Oh, you know this?"

"Huh? Are you color blind?"

Two voices mixed together at the same time.

Their eyes met and they were both stunned.