I am a model criminal in the infinite labor reform [Infinite]

Shi Cheng looked at him quietly for a moment.

After a while, he nodded: "I see."

He didn't say whether he believed it or not, but it seemed that he believed it temporarily.

Fu Yuan was in a rare mood: "Hey, I just found out that your eyes aren't black?"

It was rare to look carefully just now, and it turned out to be a very deep dark red.

"Eyes and coins," Shi Cheng said, "Which one do you want to ask?"

Fu Yu'an: "...you really don't suffer at all."

Shi Cheng: "Do you believe that suffering is a blessing?"

Fu Yu'an: "Of course I don't believe it."

Shi Cheng chuckled: "Coincidentally, I don't believe it either."

Fu Yu'an felt that this person not only likes to deceive people, but also has a good ability to be eccentric.

He obviously has a cold and beautiful face that doesn't care about world affairs, how can he do such things?

He was helpless: "Let's ask for the coin first."

Shicheng nodded.

"I had the coin before I came in. I applied for it after I came in, and the warden agreed to carry it." Shicheng said, "I made it myself. I was idle and bored for a while, and used it to pass the time."

"Where's the pattern?" Fu Yu'an was a little surprised that the hand was so skillful, but the most curious thing was the unknown thing engraved on it.

"It's the date." Shi Cheng paused, "September 21, when I came in."

Fu Yu'an let out a long "oh", and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked at the carefully designed "921" pattern and asked, "You said this was engraved before you came in? How do you know when you came in?"

Shicheng didn't answer.

He propped his right arm on his left hand, propped his head on his right hand, and stared at a certain point in front of him.

Fu Yu'an stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes to bring him back to his senses.

He let out an "ah" and turned his head slightly to avoid his hand.

"Because it's a special day," he said. "It's special even before you come in."

Fu Yu'an guessed his age instantly in his mind, and said, "Isn't it the wedding anniversary?"

Shi Cheng looked at him like he was looking at an idiot.

He shook his head: "Not married."

Fu Yuan blinked: "Then can I ask how old are you?"

Shi Cheng was dumb: "It's not as old as you anyway."

Fu Yu'an was surprised: "Do you know how old I am?!"

"I know." Shi Cheng said, "200 whole."

Fu Yu'an stood up and looked down at him incredulously.

It turned out to be right!

"Guess or fool?" he asked.

"... Is there a difference between the two?" Shi Cheng didn't want to look at his face, and was just about to say something when he heard the doorbell ring.

He was paralyzed on the bed, not wanting to move.

So he turned his attention to someone who had just stood up.

Fu Yu'an already had the consciousness of being a tool person. Although he was still in a daze, he subconsciously opened the door.

When they saw the people standing inside the door, the three of Suoy were obviously stunned.

They really didn't expect to see this man here.

After being invited in, Luo Wenjiu ran to Shicheng without seeing anything else: "Brother, can I lie on your bed?"

Shi Cheng nodded: "As you wish."

Luo Wenjiu threw herself happily beside him, the other side of the bed was sunken instantly, it looked very soft and comfortable.

Fu Yu'an's expression was a little strange.

Why didn't he just lie down and sleep for a while?What a shame for such a comfortable bed.

He looked away and sighed: "It smells so good."

Suoy agreed: "Indeed, the chef isn't very good-looking, but the food he cooks is really delicious."

After speaking, he looked towards Shicheng.

This time, the unscathed victory was mainly due to Shicheng, so they didn't have the right to speak directly about whether or not to invite Fu Yu'an to eat together.

Shi Cheng wouldn't care about such trivial matters, and raised his chin to Fu Yu'an: "Let's eat together?"

Fu Yu'an smiled: "Then I won't be polite."

He said that you are welcome, but he didn't eat a few mouthfuls in total. Except for the squirrel and mandarin fish, the other dishes may only add up to two chopsticks.

Shicheng also stopped after a few chopsticks.

The remaining three people were a little confused about what to eat, Yun Tan hesitated: "Is there any problem with this meal?"

One or two are eaten so little, is it poisonous?

"No." Shicheng wiped his mouth slowly, "It's just simply not delicious."

Three people who thought it was delicious: "..."

Yun Tan looked at the other one unwillingly: "You don't think it tastes good either?"

Fu Yuan shook his head: "I don't eat seafood."

The three of them ordered three dishes, namely salmon stewed with crab meat and mandarin fish with squirrel.

Coincidentally, it was all Fu Yuan didn't like to eat.

Yun Tan shut up.

Yes, don't eat, she eats!

While cooking, Yun Tan heard Luo Wenjiu ask in a low voice: "Sister Tan, who is this person?"

It was only then that she remembered that this kid had never seen that person in the copy before.

After thinking for a while, he replied: "It seems that his name is Fu Min. Your Shige brother has had a lot of contact with him, and I am not very familiar with him."

Luo Wenjiu nodded, and muttered, "It looks very difficult to mess with."

When Suoyi heard this, he unconsciously glanced at Fu Yu'an.

It's not that it looks difficult to provoke, but it's really, really difficult to provoke.

This man is no less capable than Shi Cheng.

Someone who is not to be trifled with is annoying another who is not to be trifled with at the moment.

Fu Yu'an poked Shi Cheng's shoulder: "Are you a picky eater?"

"Which picky eater are you talking about?" Shicheng resisted the urge to break his flailing hands, and moved the chair away from him, "I only pick bad food."

"It's almost the same. I'm picky about the food I don't eat." Fu Yu'an gave him an appreciative look in the tone of "we are the same kind".

Shi Cheng gave a perfunctory "hmm".

"What happened to Ma Jiang?" This question was asked by those three people.

Suoy shook his head: "I don't know, the next wave of people will go in after we leave, and there doesn't seem to be any other punishment. Is the system going to cover him?"

"No." Shi Cheng's tone was affirmative, "If I cover him up, it won't stand when I report him, and instead I will be punished for cheating."

This is indeed true, Suoy fell silent.

Luo Wenjiu's thinking is quite out of the ordinary: "Brother, can this be done except for the things prohibited by the rules?"

"Half right." Shi Cheng said, "You can do what is prohibited by the rules, it depends on whether you will slip through the loopholes."

To put it bluntly, rules are dead, but people are alive.

There is an old saying that goes, how bold a person is, how productive the land is.

It is indeed a famous saying through the ages, and this truth has never changed.

Fu Yu'an listened to the rascal's speech, and laughed silently for a long time, the corner of his mouth never letting go.

He gave Shi Cheng a thumbs up: "So strong, Brother Shi."

Shicheng was greatly benefited by this call.

It was rare for him to give Fu Yuan a good look: "Then why don't you go play mahjong tomorrow?"

Fu Yu'an: "?"

"That's right, we have to rest for three days." Luo Wenjiu's face collapsed, "Are we going to play mahjong with that baboon every day for these three days?"

"He doesn't have a tail, he's an orangutan." Yun Tan upholds the idea that the education of the next generation is the key point, and kindly corrects him.

Suoy interrupted them with a blank expression: "Is there a possibility that he is just a more orangutan-like person?"

Luo Wenjiu/Yun Tan: "..."

Shicheng watched them arguing about orangutan baboons and humans with a blank face, and had no intention of leading them back to the right path.

It was Fu Yu'an who had a good heart and coughed twice: "Although your discussion is of great academic value, can you see the face of your elder brother?"

The eldest brother looked very good, but the air around him was a bit cold.

The three of them straightened their backs together.

The eldest brother's emotions are invisible, they can't make waves.

Shicheng selectively ignored Fu Yuan's various strange names: "The system probably won't do anything to Ma Qiang in the past few days. After all, there should be no second person who can host this game in a short time."

"So we still want to play with him?" Luo Wenjiu was a little desperate. He could only play mahjong a little bit, and if Shicheng made a mistake... that would be the same as losing his head!

Shi Cheng stroked his drooping head reassuringly, and pointedly said: "It's okay, your Second Brother Fu will take you to play."

Fu Yu'an, who was inexplicably named a second brother: "?"

Shi Cheng looked at him sideways: "Can you play mahjong?"

The five words are calm and sound, and the words are correct, but unfortunately, there is a sense of provocation in it.

This man really brought language and literature to the extreme.

Fu Yu'an sneered, "I'm not bragging."

"Your old lady and grandpa's generation can't beat me."

Everyone: "..."

In order not to make the atmosphere weird, Shicheng made a surprised expression perfunctorily: "It's amazing."

Fu Yu'an felt a little pain in his temple: "Can you fake it a little more?"

"Don't move anymore." Shi Cheng recovered his expression in a calm manner, "Then I will work hard on you tomorrow, Fu... sympathy."

Fu Yuan raised his eyebrows.

When Shicheng rarely called him by his name, this was the first time he was called by his alias.

Very rare.

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Irresponsible small theater that has nothing to do with the text:

many years later—

Uncle Shi and Uncle Fu may be excluded from the community because they always play mahjong for cheating:-(

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