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

A blow to the chest. A tearing pain came over him. 

Chen Che regretted not asking his mother for two bodyguards. 

The culprit in sight was not a human. 

It was a gray bird-like organism - whether the real body hidden in the organism was male or female was unknown. 

The turkey raised its head, its well-developed crown raised high, with an arrogant and imposing demeanor, the king of the chicken world. 

With a simple glance, Chen Che recognized this chicken - the chicken that "Yuan Shannu Na" was crazy about. 

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

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

His eyes leaked out of the two eye sockets and peeked out. What caught his eye was a forearm, healthy wheat-colored skin, and micro-blue blood vessels hidden at the cuff. 

The watch on the wrist was not a common model. Chi Leyou had the honor of seeing it twice. 

Once was a magazine in the library. 

She was attracted by the watch with the glittering stars on the coated paper. Looking at the price, it was a sky-high price that she could not afford even if she worked for three lifetimes. 

Another time was yesterday, by the swimming pool. 

It was like when she was reviewing, a knowledge point kept jumping in front of her eyes, and she said to her with her hands on 

her hips: Aha, it’s me again, did you remember it this time? At this moment, the stuffy air in the hood settled down, and the alarm in her stomach disappeared. What a coincidence, hello, watch. 

Chi Leyou: "Hey." 

The strange chicken in front of her was shaking its wattles, and its words were like shining special effects fonts, with 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 allergy to hey. 

Man and chicken looked at each other through the small eye hole window. 

"It's me." Chi Leyou converted into Chinese. 

Wow, it's a turkey that flew from the motherland. 

Seeing that Chen Che stood still, Chi Leyou gritted her teeth. If she held back any longer, she would soon become a qigong master. Although she didn't know Chen Che's name, she knew he was a good person. 

Before she could finish her words, the fake foreigner, who shared his nationality, ripped off his hood and shouted, "Surprise~~~" 

A sweat-drenched head, like a sunrise over the sea, leaped into his eyes. 

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

This person. 

Chen Che thought, her appearances were always unique. 

He studied the head's owner's comical appearance with interest. 

Then, a large swath of color chased the girl, vying to fill Chen Che's field of vision. 

Purple dreadlocks, apple cheeks lifted to reveal a faint red hue—no, that was a monkey's butt. 

The world was no longer gray; color had won this round. 

"It's you." Surprise washed over Chen Che, and he quickly turned off his phone screen. 

A second ago, Uncle Zheng's social media account had appeared on the screen—Turkey's account. 

"It's me, it's me," the girl said in a repetitive tone. 

Unexpectedly, her face, so full of energy yesterday, was now filled with sorrow. The words slipped out of his mouth: "What can I help you with?" 

He shut his mouth, already regretting it. 

Just because she hadn't said anything wrong on her social media account didn't mean she wouldn't in the future. 

Du Yuanshan was still upstairs signing books. Would the girl's little mouth spread Du Yuanshan's private information on her social media account? Chen Che weighed the pros and cons. 

Chi Leyou's eyebrows piled up like a mountain, his face a mess of wrinkles. "Stand for me for a moment! I need to take a paid shit!" 

Suddenly—Chen Che's vision went dark, his head sank. Something was wrong. 

Very wrong. 

Instead of the expected stench of sweat, the light scent of orange blossoms caught his nose. 

Chen Che made a move to pick it up. 

"Hey, help me..." The girl stumbled, her words incoherent, forcing herself to take off her turkey bottoms despite the pain in her stomach. 

A paratrooper suddenly dropped from the sky, thrusting a "parachute" with the "I Love Turkey" logo into his teammate's hands, shouting in unison, "I can't stand it anymore!" 

The temporary teammate stopped, his gaze fixed on the girl's face through his narrow eye sockets. 

Her face went from red to white to blue. 

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

The paratrooper fled like a thief. 

Shen Che, his head heavy and stuffy, said, "…" 

How could he wear something like that? 

His face was utterly humiliated, and he was thankful there weren't any acquaintances nearby. 

He pulled the chicken head off, and the coded language of kimchi smecta filled his ears. 

The clerk demanded, "Ah! Musenjixi?!" 

Shen Che didn't understand, but from the blazing look in his eyes, he could tell it was a question. 

He explained in English, word for word, that the turkey went to the toilet, not to the afterlife. 

But the clerk's eyes fixed on the turkey headgear in Shen Che's hand, his gaze like a knife, icy and piercing the air. 

He spoke in a coded language Shen Che couldn't understand. 

The conversation grew thicker and thicker, faster and faster. 

The paratrooper reached the restroom stall at top speed— the two armies were engaged, a naval battle imminent. As the commander, Chi Leyou ordered a volley of torpedoes into the deep sea. 

Biu-biu-biu. 

The ship's weight suddenly shrank by several pounds, bringing an indescribable sense of relief. 

After washing her hands and slapping her face with cool water, the reflection in the mirror was no longer covered in sweat. She was about to go back to work when her stomach contracted . 

Oh no, she'd left too early . 

She dove back into the compartment. 

" Wow, a little chicken!" 

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

"Is that a real chicken?" excited children swarmed the world. The turkey took a few awkward steps back. 

The naughty child, overcome with excitement, broke free from his mother's grasp and charged forward. 

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

"Hiss..." 

The bright orange beak grunted. 

A freak accident at the mall. 

The little perpetrator looked up, his dark skin framing two snow-white eyes. His thick lips curled, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. 

"Hello, are you a Super Saiyan Chicken?" The extremely dark-colored child before him was surprisingly polite. 

Chen Che was exhausted, sweat dripping down his face. His eyes moved and looked in the direction of the toilet sign.

Sunlight filtered through the transparent glass roof of the shopping mall, gilding the bustling crowd with a gilded hue. The only thing missing from the crowd was the pair of overalls.

No, today she was wearing a dusky sweatshirt and wide-leg, technical pants. The hems of the pants were folded up—

her image popped up in her mind.

"Short-legged chicken," a sneer suddenly dispelled the image.

Chen Che lowered his head, meeting the child's gaze. "Eat turkey noodles, and you'll become a Super Saiyan Chicken on a full-moon night."

"Really?"

"Do I look like a liar?"

the child cried. "Mom, I want turkey noodles!" A few dozen meters away at Tims Coffee, Chi Leyou squatted for a moment behind the bagel display. 

Her gaze drifted off into the distance, taking in the various passersby and the colorful shop signs. The camera zoomed out, catching a far-off, comical turkey. 

"You've picked up the hang pretty quickly," Chi Leyou rolled her eyes. "Not only is he promoting the platform, but he's also attracting customers." They'd only just met—but she could already see his true nature. 

Peel back the delicate exterior, and the underlying spirit was one of hard work and perseverance. He has worked hard all the way to become what he is today, and he knows the hardships involved. 

Even though he has no experience as a puppet actor, he still tries his best to do his best. 

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

She limped over. 

Turkey lowered his head, his wattles stuck on his neck. A muffled voice came from the puppet costume. Shen Che asked, "You're finally here, you're so slow." 

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

"There's no squat toilet in the bathroom here, are you standing on the toilet seat to poop? With your tonnage-" Turkey's suit was like a layer of golden armor, and the person inside said unscrupulously, "Others blow up the school, and you blow up the toilet?" 

"..." The girl's eyes gradually widened. 

Her "squat" was not "squat for a big poop"! 

The words praising him were stuck in her throat and she swallowed them back. 

"Thank you." 

A low voice burrowed into the turkey costume. Chen Che asked, "Without a subject?" 

Appreciating the huge favor he'd given her, Chi Leyou clamped her throat and spoke in a babysitter voice, "Kangsang Hamida, thank you, thank you~" Chen 

Che wasn't impressed. He argued, "Why are you talking like that?" 

She had experience caring for five-year-olds. The painful experience was too painful to recall, so she just smiled it off. 

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

Caught between a rock and a hard place, the hood obscured Shen Che's impatient face. 

People simply wanted to take pictures with the tall, imposing turkey. 

Chi Leyou stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes acting as a ruler, measuring the height difference between her and Shen Che. 

He was truly tall; even among the foreigners, he looked like a telephone pole. 

The rich woman had a sharp eye; his appearance and height were indeed impeccable. 

Although his words were harsh, every worker had emotions. 

A warm heart was all that mattered. 

"Hey, you savior, your awesome turkey, are you hot?" 

The steamer was unpleasant. 

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

"Let me help you undress," the girl said again, shockingly, throwing out some powerful, high-frequency words. 

It was the climax of a romance story, the moment after the male and female protagonists kissed and hugged. 

Chen Che's eyelids twitched, and he studied her expression intently. 

Look, her face was calm. There was no trace of shame in her words. 

Who did she think he was? 

Seeing that the turkey remained motionless like a statue, Chi Leyou walked around the crowd and walked behind Chen Che. 

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

"..." 

A dark whirlwind swept through the store. 

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

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

The dark-skinned child had naturally thick lips. After being attacked by the turkey's spicy magic, his lips shrunk like sausages. 

His mother was a sturdy black woman. 

She stepped forward like a passing black cloud, poised to challenge Shen Che. 

In a flash, a small figure appeared before the turkey. 

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

"Here—" Chi Leyou conjured up a maple leaf lollipop. "Sister, I'll treat you." 

"Liar," the child said to his older sister, his demeanor noticeably weakened. 

The older sister's gaze flicked across his swollen lips, a tone of regret quirking: "Don't you want to unlock a new skill?" 

The child looked up, glimpsing her. 

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

The child purred, choking on the candy, "They're not called fruits." 

A magical soothing experience. 

After Turkey finished two rounds of photo ops, she saw the invincible soldiers and the children playing the "Carrot Squat" game. 

"After the Cherry Squat, the Durian Squat." 

She even taught the child to speak Chinese. 

The child, whose lollipop looked like a cigarette, couldn't handle Chinese, and his accent was funny: "Six consecutive moves, six consecutive moves, six consecutive moves ten thousand..." 

Chi Leyou smoothly switched to English: "Sister will help you get revenge. After the Durian Squat, the Turkey Squat!" 

Chen Che, who was hit by a boomerang, 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 towering 186cm man like Chen Che couldn't suppress her imposing presence. 

How could the power of a telephone pole compare to that of a river-stabilizing iron bull? 

After a second of consideration, Turkey squatted down. 

"Turkey squats, turkey squats," the girls volunteered to act as voice actors, fearing Chen Che would feel embarrassed. "Turkey squats—" 

A mischievous child in the crowd struggled to perform Asian squats, a relay game. 

The atmosphere was harmonious. 

After removing his hood and doll costume, Chen Che finally found his freedom. 

He took the wet wipes from the girls and asked, "How did you know that woman practiced Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?" 

Chi Leyou raised his chin, not far away, seeing the mother and son leaving: "She was carrying a bag." 

Chen Che's gaze followed them twenty meters away.

"Did you see the exposed belt?"

Shen Che said, confused: "I saw it."

"What color?"

"...brown?" He was not sure.

The world returned to its ordinary gray and white, only she, who was in the center of the circle, was still bright.

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

"Oh, you also know this?"

"Huh? Are you color blind?"

Two voices mixed together at the same time.

Their eyes met, and they were both stunned.