On the airship deck, a lovely and patient flight attendant was frowning and urging a passenger who had no grace at all and treated the airship deck as if it were a beach. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This guest, during the ascent stage of the airship, he can't leave his seat, not to mention that even if he flies to the standard altitude of the route, please don't sleep on the deck like this. After all, this is a public area. ”

"Ah, this, I just want to soak up the sun. Please don't take such a good look after me anymore, there are so many passengers in the cabin. Oh, still doesn't it? So how about I sit up? ”

After the flight attendant in the apron and the cute and sexy short uniform walked away, Duchamp took his gaze back with a satisfied face and began to make today's wish.

"Dear goddess, if I go to find a girl in this world, go to a vigorous relationship, and regenerate a bunch of little monkeys, does this mean that I have completed redemption and integrated into this world?"

Praying to the goddess once a day and making a wish was a recent decision made by Duchamp. Since the goddess of this world, if you spend more time communicating with the goddess, the goddess is used to listening to her ears, maybe she won't embarrass herself. And today, under the influence of the lovely female flight attendant, Duchamp's prayer has become like this.

It may sound a bit ridiculous to fall in love in order to prove that he is not a heretic, but the more Duchamp thinks about it, the more he feels that the success rate of this plan is extremely high, and he can't help but show a slightly obscene and evil smile on his face.

However, the question of who to find to carry out this vigorous experiment is a question.

Duchamp frowned, and counted the women he had met from here. Xianlaila, not to mention being too arrogant, is still a knight of the church, and when she meets her, I am afraid that she can only walk around, otherwise, with the magical holy art of the church, it will be sooner or later to peek into the secrets of the heart. Tita, she's still a schoolboy. Besides, her mother is so powerful that if she accidentally reveals the slightest intention against her daughter, I'm afraid she will have to test the flight range of the new rocket from Chase Central Workshop in the next second. As for Estelle. Even if you buy Ka, you must firmly believe that the black-haired prince is her true love. The thought of the double-ponytailed girl taking out a bowl-sized beetle from her skirt pocket and offering it to Xiao Hei as a token of affection, Duchamp couldn't help but gloat a few times.

In addition to these few, Duchamp only knew the girls in the school. There are a few of them who seem to have a good impression of him, but unfortunately the feeling is too light, and the reason for this is probably because in Class A, where handsome guys gather, his appearance seems to be too ordinary. Usually as soon as the eleven brothers go out, the girl's eyes are usually either fixed on Isaac or Dietrie, and he has to stand on tiptoe to make a little show in the crowd. And if unfortunate Olivier is present. To put it mildly, his presence is not much different from that of passers-by.

For a boy who wants to attract the opposite sex, the self-esteem frustration brought by size is second only to pimples, and the biggest disadvantage of this perfect body is that it is only medium. It is no wonder that scientists have long proven that the human being who can really adapt to the test of various environments is this kind of tall and medium height. Of course, the exception is when it comes to falling in love.

Duchamp frowned. Even seriously thinking about whether it is possible to increase one's height by a few centimeters in the next reorganization of the body, how can I make up a whole number: 180 miles. Anyway, the flight attendant had already walked in, and he simply lay down alone. With his hands on his head, his mind flew out of the clouds.

His eyebrows were squeezed, his lips were pouted, his expressions of concentration, sadness, and a little lonely fell into the eyes of the other passengers who came for a walk. secretly thinking that this must be the young Sichun, a few **** in the distance, discussed a few words, covered their mouths with handkerchiefs and laughed.

"The troubles of youth are really nostalgic!"

Duchamp was so annoyed that he was thinking about the big question of life and death, but these boring middle-aged women were used as a pastime to talk about it, and immediately turned to topics such as "My Mary has just been able to run, and the snotty kid next door has come to hook up".

"If I'm really the protagonist of this drama, God should arrange a heroine for me right away!" He drooped his ears slightly in self-deprecation, dodging the topic of the terrible middle-aged women, trying to turn his attention elsewhere.

Sometimes, hearing is too good, and it's really a nuisance!

Suddenly, he heard a commotion in the cabin, and gradually moved towards the deck.

Listening to the scene of hugging in front and back, it may be a big man coming.

Whispers such as "this is so-and-so" and "who's who" soon sounded on the deck. Duchamp, who lacked interest, simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Vaguely, he felt that one of the people in that group gradually left the others, walked towards him, and finally, stood beside him, looking at him curiously.

Duchamp shook his eyebrows impatiently.

"Hey, there's a cat here, it's so cute!" With the sound of this innocent surprise, Duchamp was really like a fried cat, he didn't even have time to put down the foot that was holding Erlang's leg, one foot a little, the whole body flicked back, slid away two or three meters away, and dodged an uninvited claw that attacked his ear in time, his hand was supported, he bounced up, his hands were put in a defensive position, and his eyes were opened.

When he saw clearly what was in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Could it be that the goddess answered his request?

Bright! This was his first feeling, and only this word could describe the indescribable charm of this beautiful woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. This woman, who was still a little immature, but had already shown her bright and dazzling peerless talent, was casually draped in blonde hair, squatting in the place where he had just been lying, and a thin white slender hand was still maintaining the posture of an attempted sneak attack. Because she failed to succeed, her delicate and charming face showed an innocent and surprised look, and these two completely different feelings were blended together, which made people feel that her charm was really irresistible. After two or three seconds, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and giggled.

"Oh, what a quick sensibility, a fun little brother, a serious look, a funny look! Hee-hee! ”

The nerves in Duchamp's forehead throbbed violently, and he withdrew his fists and walked to the side silently.

When I went out today, I must not have looked at the yellow calendar!

The whispers of the passengers next to him reached his ears very clearly at this time.

"Tsk, the stars of the famous Rainbow Theatre are in the same boat as us. If we go up and ask for an autograph, will it be rejected? ”

"Isn't the Rainbow Theatre only performing at Crossbell, how do you look at it, it seems that many pillars are here, is this going to the Republic to perform?"

The corner of Duchamp's left eye began to beat uncontrollably. Before he could confirm his suspicions, the blonde had already flown over, blocking his way.

"Lovely little brother, my name is Elia Pratier, have you heard of me?"

Dushanton felt that he had been hurt by 10,000 points. He replied with great sincerity: "I haven't heard of it!" ”

"Hey!" The blonde took 10,000 damage, but it only took 0. 01 Second, she cheered up again and smiled at Duchamp who overwhelmed everyone.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, after all, I'm not a pillar in the troupe now, but soon, my name will be resounding all over the continent. Little brother, can you show me that cute look just now? ”

Penis! It's really unbearable.

Seeing that Duchamp didn't act, the blonde thought that he didn't pay attention to his meaning, and hurriedly explained: "It's just to hang down your eyebrows and close your eyes and ears, how did you do it, and if you lower your eyebrows to that position, I can do it, but how can my ears make it move?" ”

Duchamp blinked his eyes twice and tried his best to make a serious expression: "It is very simple to fold the ears off, as long as you fold them with your hands once a day before going to bed, and fold them for three or five years, you will naturally be able to open and close freely." If you can't fold it with your hands, you can try fixing it with a rope. ”

"Does it really work? Maybe you can try. "The blonde Ji saw that Duchamp was leaving, and hurriedly blocked it again." Don't go, little brother, I'll take a look at it again. ”

"I'll correct you that I'm at least two years older than you, and this title is not only inaccurate, but also somewhat ambiguous. Also, please let go of your clothes, and in such a public place, a big star like you, please be careful not to misunderstand the reporters on the other side of the deck. Duchamp solemnly raised the deflated straw hat on his head, gave a gentlemanly salute to the blonde Ji, and quickly disappeared from the deck before the other party could digest the words.

After a few seconds, the blonde giggled. "It turns out that there are already viewers who remember my name and age! Hee-hee! Hey, don't go, what's your name and where do you live? ”

Duchamp, who had already run to the cabin, heard the words floating from behind, paused in his footsteps, pulled his legs and fled to the lower cargo compartment, and continued to make a wish as he ran:

"Dear goddess, the wish I made just now doesn't count, please don't arrange for me to meet with this kind of real man and pure master in the future! Arrange some normal girls for me! ”

(To be continued.) )

ps: (ps: This volume is an interstitial chapter, the plot will not be too long, and the book will end after this volume ends.) Then start the next part of the trajectory, solicit the title of the next one, what is it called? ）