Winter Executor, starting with a system of wronged individuals.

Sandoni was silent for a few seconds, then looked down and realized that she was still wearing the same pure white cotton pajamas she wore before going to bed, revealing most of her snow-white skin.

"I must have gotten up too quickly; I actually managed to spot the perverted hermit..."

Sandoni yawned, turned and left on his own, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

Fortunately, Su Ming displayed superhuman running speed at this moment, which was what Columbia had called surpassing himself. In just a moment, he passed through the door and rushed into the warm workshop.

Sandonne was yawning in a daze when he was suddenly startled awake.

“I* (in beautiful winter dialect)?”

"(A scream exceeding ninety decibels) —!"

Sandone first covered up most of her exposed snow-white skin, then kicked Su Ming again, yelling, "Pervert!"

"hiss..."

Su Ming's lips twitched slightly as he tried to argue, "Isn't it possible that you were the one who opened the door?"

"hiss..."

Sandone also gasped, and after reflecting seriously for a few seconds, she realized that it was indeed true. Why did she go out in the middle of the night for no reason and kick Su Ming?

Is this reasonable?

And for Su Ming, this should be considered a reward, right?

Sandonne was silent for a few seconds, then, seeing Su Ming's disheveled appearance, she immediately laughed with sympathy: "What happened, Hermit? Who beat you up so badly?"

"Mind your own business," Su Ming's lips twitched slightly. Sooner or later, he would also take down (physics) Columbia head-on!

"cut."

Sandonne snorted coldly, "Then you can leave."

"I was wrong."

Su Ming performed a clean and decisive sliding kneeling motion. Compared to the extreme cold outside, the torture (mockery) he endured inside the workshop from Sandone was much easier.

“There aren’t any extra beds in the workshop,” Sandonne sighed. She couldn’t really kick Su Ming out again; she wasn’t that cruel. “You can sleep on the machine tool tonight.”

They're all from the "bed" generation, so there shouldn't be much difference.

Su Ming turned his head and glanced at the machine tool, which looked like a solid iron plate, and gave a stiff smile. "Do you think there's any possibility that we could work together..."

"roll!"

Sandonne mercilessly kicked Su Ming directly onto the machine tool.

Chapter 027: The Liyue proverb is not without reason.

"Hey, you've finally decided to come back to see your buddy?"

"You still say you don't have a crush on me? Isn't this a sure thing?"

Su Ming gracefully rolled over on the machine tool, revealing a mocking smile. The machine tool was too uncomfortable for him to sleep, so he might as well tease the cute puppet lady. Anyway, he had nothing else to do.

Sandonne gave her the look of someone looking at social scum. The last person who dared to speak to her like that had been smashed in the head by a tool and turned into a human model in the training ground.

"Tsk."

Miss Puppet looked impatient, tapping her right foot, clad in bunny slippers, on the floor in frustration. "I've never had a man stay overnight in my workshop. What if you pervert do something unspeakable while I'm sleeping?"

Her face was full of distrust. Su Ming's level of perversion had been acknowledged by the executor puppet. It would be best to fix him to the iron plate with a machine tool so that she could sleep peacefully.

"I only like Miss Columbia."

"hehe."

Sandonne gave him a disdainful look. Men are creatures whose words you can't trust. "Don't you know why you're here tonight?"

“There’s a saying in Liyue, ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child,’ which means that my relationship with Columbia and I has made great strides.”

Su Ming chuckled, showing no sign of discouragement. It was only the second day; there was still plenty of time, and he wasn't worried about missing opportunities to continue building his relationship with Colombia.

There's a saying about winter: "That's enough, stop daydreaming." I think you're just shameless.

Clearly, this winter solstice proverb originated from the seventh puppet of the Fools' Executorate, or rather, a newly created one.

Sandonne hummed in response. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he simply sat down at the workbench, picked up the small hammer, and continued to bang and clang.

"Hey, do you have any cardboard in the workshop?"

Su Ming jumped off the machine tool and walked to the workbench, curiously watching Sandone hammering the pure white mask. The mask was already taking shape and had its initial form, almost perfectly matching the appearance he had initially described.

Sandogne was indeed a mechanical genius; in her tiny hands, all mechanical parts seemed to possess a soul, turning the mundane into the magical.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Sandoni gave a slight yawn, glanced at Su Ming, and added, "Remember to make breakfast tomorrow."

She casually tossed out a stack of cardboard, mostly scraps commonly found in the workshop, which they didn't usually use much of.

Since there's a fixed monthly allocation to the mechanical workshop, Sandoni isn't worried about ever running out of Mora; he's just that he's very wealthy.

Su Ming sat on the other side of the workbench, picked up the scissors and began to trim the cardboard into cards of the same size, and finally wrote numbers on them.

"what is this?"

Sandonne was drawn to Su Ming's actions and leaned over to watch curiously.

Su Ming chuckled, "Of course it's a very interesting thing."

The next morning.

Columbia knocked on the workshop door, and when there was no response, she took out the spare key. As the third executive officer, she naturally had the right to enter the workshop.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I was wrong, okay?!"

"We really can't come any more, there's too much...we're already full!"

Columbia's right hand, which had just pushed open the door, froze on the spot. From inside the workshop came Sandonne's voice, which sounded like she was about to cry. This didn't sound like a normal situation at all.

"It's too late~"

"The last shot!"

Immediately following was Su Ming's joyful voice, and Colombia's pretty face immediately flushed a faint blush. Could it be that these two... last night...?

She knew she shouldn't have attacked Su Ming's house so badly, but she also didn't know Su Ming would bring Sandone over. When did these two become so close?

Perhaps this is also a misunderstanding...?

Columbia suddenly remembered her experience yesterday. The situation was similar to this one, and the workshop was definitely not in the inpart.

"Good morning."

With that thought in mind, Columbia didn't hesitate any longer and gently pushed open the workshop door. The scene that came into view surprised her.

"Su Ming, what are you doing here... Have you seen Sandoni?"

Columbia looked around but didn't see Sandone, though she clearly remembered hearing the puppet's mournful cries earlier.

Good morning, Columbia.

Su Ming greeted the young lady with a smile, showing no sign of having just been severely abused the night before. "Ask Sandone, she's right here."

He pulled out a thin, weak Sandonne from a mountain of slips of paper, her little face covered with long strips of paper.

"Columbia, save me..."

Sandone looked dejected. She hadn't expected to lose so badly. Luckily, she hadn't gambled anything with Su Ming, otherwise she probably wouldn't even have her own body by now.

Columbia looked at the playing cards on the ground, which had different patterns, colors, and numbers drawn on them, and looked like some kind of casual game.

She had never been to a pub and had almost no experience with this kind of game.

However, the current situation is quite clear. To put it simply: the great seventh seat of the Fools' Executor, Miss Puppet, was gloriously beaten in the poker tournament, losing so badly that she had no bitter tea left, and could only beg for mercy here.

"It's alright, just consider it payment for staying overnight," Su Ming said, helping Sandone remove the note from her cheek, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He hadn't originally intended to play to this extent, but a certain puppet lady declared with great pride: "How can playing cards be fun without some stakes!"

Su Ming didn't care, since he was unbeatable at cards. He once single-handedly fought three old men in the community's retirement office for three days and three nights, wearing down the entire road.

Miss Sandoni was quite imposing in the first half of the night. After losing a few rounds, she vowed to regain her pride and insisted on playing cards with Su Ming until now.

As the saying goes, those who do evil will not live long.

Therefore, the Liyue proverb is not without reason.

Sandoni quickly recovered, glared fiercely at Su Ming, and whispered in his ear, "Just you wait, I'll win back sooner or later!"

"Columbia, is there something you need so early?"

Sandoni smiled, patted the pieces of paper off her body, and walked to the workbench as if nothing had happened. As long as she pretended to forget, it would be as if nothing had happened.

“Borrow your ‘Dumpling’? The window of Su Ming’s house broke last night,” Columbia said, feeling a little embarrassed. She couldn’t let Su Ming continue living in the machine workshop.

However, Sandonne seems to be in much better condition. Is that just my imagination?

Many guesses flashed through Columbia's mind, and the source of the change was indeed Su Ming.

Chapter 028 Su Ming isn't that kind of pervert.

"Duango?"

Su Ming looked at the small mound on Sandone's chest with some doubt. Could this thing be lent out?

Does Miss Columbia sometimes have the same worries about being so big? It makes sense; it must be very tiring to carry someone that big around.

"?"

Sandonne glared at Su Ming, embarrassed and annoyed. Was this guy's brain full of lewd nonsense?

A normal person would never associate this with breast size! There's a minimum limit to going off-topic! Even if she mentioned the three-colored dumpling, she would consider it as Su Ming having thought it through carefully.

"Potential signals detected. Annihilation system activated."

Two beams of red light appeared in a line, and a giant robot that had appeared behind them at some unknown time raised its right arm, preparing to launch a world-destroying attack on Su Ming.

"Here, this is a dumpling."

Sandonne put one hand on his hip and smiled smugly, then gently stroked Tuanzi's arm with his right hand. "Alright, he didn't do it on purpose. The Queen will be angry if he does that."