Bessiere wanted to swear, and he actually did.
"At this moment, I finally understand what the saying 'a dog's mouth can't produce ivory' really means."
"I think you're even worse than a dog."
The person in charge, "..."
My fists are itching; that little bastard wants a beating.
"Let's go to the gravity room to practice once we're on board."
If I don't beat him to death, I'll write his name backwards.
Bessie didn't want to train, but Yan Zhang and the others started stirring things up. He managed to stay calm, but the person in charge was a real scoundrel. As soon as the car entered the starship and the door opened, the person in charge dragged him out of the car and into the gravity chamber where he was severely trained.
"Kid, this lesson is to tell you that you can drink nutrient solutions however you want, but you can't say whatever you want."
The sweat-drenched manager, while untying the bandages on his fists, looked down at Bessimor, who was lying on the ground covered in bruises and had gained more than a size, and said coolly, "You should thank me for being much better-tempered now. If it were me twenty years ago, I wouldn't have stopped until I had tormented you to the point of wishing you were dead."
The sweat-soaked bandage fell to the ground, and the cleaning robot standing at the corner of the wall immediately trotted over, picked up the bandage, and then took out a handkerchief from its belly and handed it over.
The person in charge reached out and took the hand, wiped his face, and then extended his hand to Bessimo, saying, "These are all superficial injuries; you should get up."
"Smack!"
Bessiere was furious. She slapped his hand away, turned over, and stood up, saying, "You used to be in the Interstellar Army?"
"Why not the garrison and the expeditionary force?"
The person in charge, whose hand had been slapped away, asked with interest, and Bessie chuckled, "I'm not stupid."
"Furthermore, your fighting style is clearly inherited from that of Armand, the captain of the Third Fleet of the Interstellar Force. You once worked under him."
The person in charge raised an eyebrow. "What's your relationship with Armand?"
Bessemer said with great distress, "As one of the program's leaders, I thought you knew all about our information."
"I never keep track of the players' information."
Bessemer understood immediately. He glanced at the person in charge and said angrily, "Armand is my uncle, an older single man who absolutely refuses to get married and have kids."
"Because of him, I came to this desolate planet to survive and escape."
"result,"
He sighed deeply, feeling utterly hopeless, "I was still eliminated. I can't understand why there was someone like Sang Ning among this year's contestants."
How much better it would be without Sang Ning.
Unfortunately, it was all just a dream.
Moreover, the dream is over, and there's no chance to start over.
That's also a sin.
The thought of everything he would have to face after leaving the desolate planet to survive filled Bessimo with immense pain. He rolled his eyes, moved closer to the person in charge, put his hand on the shoulder like a buddy, and said, "Brother, I have a question for you."
"I am not your brother."
Glancing at the hand that wasn't his own on his shoulder, the person in charge turned and moved away from Bessimo's touch. "But you can ask me anything you want."
Bessimmer was unfazed by his disdain and said, "Isn't the direct flight route to planet E72 still not open?"
The person in charge immediately looked at him as if he were an insectoid creature, "Are you out of your mind? Do you know how much it costs to open a direct route to E72?"
"But that's not the point. The point is that E72 is poor. If E72 were a little richer, with a more developed economy and more unique products, making it profitable for those large Starport Groups, opening routes wouldn't be a problem."
"However, E72 has nothing but endless yellow sand. If you were in charge, would you be willing to invest heavily in a route that would result in total financial loss?"
This is something I absolutely do not want to do.
He doesn't have the money, at least not enough to build a direct air route to planet E72. Even if he did have the money, he probably wouldn't.
Just like the person in charge said, there's no profit to be made.
But it doesn't matter. If there's no direct flight, we can switch routes. As long as he can avoid the Great Demon King's torment, he's willing to go through the trouble.
I don't believe the Great Demon King will be able to run to E72 to catch him then.
"I will stay until the survival on this desolate planet is completely over."
Bessimo's voice was firm and resolute. The person in charge was speechless.
This person is probably sick.
Although the show has no policy of preventing contestants from staying, no contestant has requested to stay after being eliminated so far.
They were all eager to leave.
Bessemer's demand to stay was unprecedented and will likely never be repeated.
Are you sure?
"Sure."
The person in charge was silent for two seconds, then said, "Okay, you can stay if you want. We won't miss your chance to make a living."
Then, with the air of a bystander, he asked, "What are you planning to do here?"
I won't tell you.
He'd have to be crazy to tell the person in charge that he wanted to secretly shock everyone, especially Sang Ning, so that the guy would beat him up.
Bessie snorted and swaggered outside.
He walked away in an extremely unrestrained and dissolute manner, as if he didn't recognize any of his relatives or friends.
However, this was just his perception; the truth was that he was in pain all over and was walking with a crab-like gait.
There's no unrestrained or carefree spirit here; what there is is something comical and ridiculous.
The person in charge watched his retreating figure, narrowing his eyes. This little brat from Amandga really deserves a beating.
At this moment, he finally understood why Armand always looked so angry he was about to explode when he returned from vacation.
Having such a brat will break even the best self-control.
The person in charge raised his wrist to check Sang Ning's performance and smiled. The little brat was wrong. Based on his observation and judgment of Sang Ning, this person was not someone who would be easily manipulated.
But it's all good; it'll be good for the little brat from the Armand family to learn a lesson from Sanning.
Achoo!
Sang Ning sneezed loudly. She clenched her fists, feeling like someone was plotting against her.
Staring down at the increasingly fragrant mushroom and chicken stew in the pot, she pondered for a long time but still couldn't figure out who was plotting against her. She decided that eating was the most important thing in the world.
Pick up the already heated bamboo tube and break it open; the unique fragrance of grains mixed with the aroma of bamboo immediately wafts out.
The glistening, plump white rice, each grain so tempting, made her want to eat it.
Sang Ning swallowed hard and asked the audience, "Would you like to try some?"
The comments section immediately erupted with requests, saying that this was the meal they had been waiting for all this time: bamboo rice with mushroom stewed chicken, a perfect combination.
The aroma alone is enough to make your mouth water, and the wonderful taste after you put it in your mouth is so blissful that you feel like you're bubbling with happiness.
Sang Ning was really starving. After sharing some food with the audience for them to eat virtually, she began to devour it.
In the very end, she finished the whole bamboo tube of rice and the whole pot of mushroom and chicken stew, not a single grain of rice or drop of soup was left.
"That feels so good!"
After eating and drinking her fill, she stood up with a satisfied look on her face and stretched.
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