He quickly looked at Pei Liang with a solemn expression.

Pei Liang immediately put away the smile on his face and signaled to the other party to continue talking.

Lancelot then rolled his eyes obscurely, and then said, "That is to say, according to today's scale, there are six fights and dozens of people involved. Each of them is the core of you, number 3456, you-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Pei Liang: "G is not right, there are only five, where does six come from?"

"You think it's impossible to blame Brian for the first time, right?"

Lancelot was angry: "I didn't count that, do you think I didn't have any logic? Or do you think I would falsely accuse you for no reason?"

"What's going on with the extra ones?" Pei Liang asked staring at his eyes.

Lancelot was in a flash: "After Arnold came out of the infirmary, he met Brian. The two had a fight because of your relationship. Brian was still in the infirmary at this time."

It's a bit funny. After Brian defeated Pei Liang and Arnold in succession, he began to doubt his level. After realizing that his awesomeness was just an illusion, he would be as low-key as he would be in the infirmary.

But others have seen the strength of this silly man, so a group of silly defeated generals naturally dare not provoke him.

So the infirmary formed a funny atmosphere of mutual fear.

Pei Liang nodded when he heard this, and immediately understood the logic, and laughed again: "Why can't Bryan have a memory? He knows he can't beat it-"

Pei Liang was halfway through, why did she take it for granted that Brian could not beat him?

Now she had a clear judgment on the strength of both parties, but when she said this, she did not cover the memories in the beach, but simply used the two people before the incident happened as reference.

Subconsciously, he decided that Brian could not beat him.

Pei Liang really found it interesting this time. Not only others, but also her inexplicable senses of specific people are far more complicated than she thinks.

But when Lancelot talked to her, he felt very angry, and this guy could easily lead him to the wrong way.

He stood up suddenly, came behind Pei Liang, grabbed her hair, and leaned closer to her and said, "Don't plan without permission when I speak, do you know?"

Pei Liang's scalp hurt, but he didn't feel angry. Instead, he felt like he was scratched by a cat.

Then he shrugged and said, "You are the boss."

After saying that, he shut up.

Lancelot sneered: "Do you know how I usually deal with the trash I have for your problem?"

"You have already brought enough trouble to society outside of prison. If the garbage still wastes management costs, then it is not qualified garbage."

"How do you usually treat annoying garbage?"

Pei Liang: "..."

"Speak." Lancelot said expressionlessly.

Pei Liang: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have wasted taxpayers' money."

Lancelot frowned. He originally thought this guy was sarcastic, but looking at her expression, he felt sorry for taxes. It was not easy for the people and he dared not waste so many resources on the scumbag's attitude. He was so sincere.

I don't know what I think is spending her money.

Lancelot choked, but didn't know what to do.

As usual, he was ruthlessly repaired this guy? No, this guy has a good attitude towards admitting his mistakes, so he won't be able to.

But just letting her go? I felt a little unwilling to accept it.

So he said, "No next time. If you ask for trouble again, I will let you see the real cruelty of the Supreme Prison."

"Also, I will separate you from your roommate, and there is no source of trouble--"

Lancelot felt particularly relaxed when he said this.

Yes, when facing such a pervert who is not afraid of boiling water, she should attack her weakness. She may not be afraid of being tortured or tortured at all, but if she cannot touch a man, it will definitely be the most painful thing.

Lancelot thought so and felt happy.

Sure enough, when Pei Liang heard this, he showed a confused expression on his face: "g?"

"Why? I got along well with my roommate."

Lancelot became angry as soon as he heard this: "You don't want to?"

It is logical that he should be happy.

Pei Liangzhen said, "Of course I don't want to. You can reflect on the fight, but why do you adjust your seats casually?"

"Besides, Arnold was injured because of me, I feel that I have an obligation to take care of him. Isn't the essence of prison reform to teach prisoners to be a new person? Look at my urgent sense of responsibility now, why should I destroy my chances of reforming?"

Lancelot was almost stunned by these words: "You have the attitude to say that you are for the sake of responsibility? You are obviously greedy for him and you are inferior."

After saying that, he felt that he had lost his composure, stood up and straightened his tie, and said seriously: "Anyway, there is no room for you to refuse this."

"Who is my new roommate?" Pei Liang asked unhappily: "I ask myself to choose."

Lancelot originally wanted to say that you were dreaming, but this was a prison arrangement. I really thought it was a seat change for aristocratic school, and you still need to ask for your consent?

But he also felt that it was too inhumane to say this. There were thousands of prisoners in the prison. In fact, as long as it was not Arnold, he thought that there was no problem with living in a room with anyone with number 3456.

At least he felt no problem.

Pei Liang said, "Then I will choose Theresa."

Lancelot was silent for a while, and suddenly he raised his voice and said, "How about the fart Theresa, I'll arrange Brian for you."

"Brian absolutely cannot." Pei Liang looked disgusted: "He has a smell of shit on his body, and the space in the cell is so small, I can't stand it."

"It seems to be too." Lancelow murmured, and then panickedly denies his words: "There is no room for picky garbage. Do you think you are the highest prison experience one-day tour? Do I have to arrange a room for you according to the star rating standards?"

Pei Liang said, "Then I don't want to live with Brian."

"You are not qualified to object after saying that." Lancelot only felt that he was a fool. What was he doing now? What was he doing with a prisoner?

The most disgusting thing is that in the stalemate, he actually asked with some compromise meaning: "Apart from Arnold and Theresa, I will give you another chance to choose."

Can you accommodate this? To be honest, Pei Liang himself was also surprised.

As soon as she saw the young warden, she felt a sense of love in her heart. She was not stressed to talk to him. There was also a feeling that both parties could be willful in the conversation, but she did not expect that the other party would be the same.

So she looked at the other party and tentatively said, "Can anyone in prison do it?"

Lancelot nodded with a high attitude.

"Then can I choose the warden?"

Is this bastard having a brain problem? Is the warden and the serious prisoner living in the same room, is it to raise you or to belittle me?

But what's strange is that he actually felt excited.

Lancelot was horrified at his reaction. He seemed to be uncontrollable if something was really uncontrollable. He took a step back and looked at Pei Liang vigilantly.

I saw the guy and continued, "At worst, I'm responsible for cleaning the room."

With this sentence, Lancelot began to consider feasibility.

Of course, it is impossible for the warden to be roommates with the prisoner. It is not appropriate for the warden to live in the prison cell or the severely punished prisoner to live in the warden's room.

However, as the administrator of the entire prison, he does have the right to send prisoners arbitrarily.

In fact, in a sense, prisoners who can go to the highest prison are full of talents.

For example, the warden last year, he loved handicrafts. A prisoner happened to be good at handicrafts, so he was often called to the office to help him make handicrafts.

There is also a warden who missed himself because of his favorite famous paintings. After learning that there was a master in the prison who made fakes with fakes, he often invited him to paint for himself.

Lancelot asked Pei Liang: "What are you good at?"

Pei Liang immediately understood: "Investment, make money, make movies, control public opinion, ancient scientific research, and cooking."

In this era, the science and technology that Pei Liang was familiar with were already ancient science and technology.

Lancelot glanced at her in surprise. This guy was quite talented.

He felt a little moved. Perhaps he hadn't eaten for most of the day and was hungry. He actually had a scent of soul-absorbing fragrance in his impression. I don't know where I had eaten it in a restaurant, but after thinking about it, I couldn't remember it.

Then he said to Pei Liang in a stiff voice: "It just so happens that the craftsmanship of the prison chef is not as good as my appetite."

"If it's not delicious, I won't spare you."

As he said that, he said with a slight tone, "Of course, if the taste can be eaten, it is not impossible to give you the right to rest in my room for a while and move freely."

After reaching a consensus, Lancelot took the person to his room.

It is said to be a room, but as the warden, he enjoys a set of independent 400-square-meter large flat floors alone.

It was already evening now, and from the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of his room, you could see the stars outside the prison and the floating small meteorites.

Pei Liang came to the window and was amazed at the scene outside.

This was the first time she saw outer space so close, and she was naturally in a state of great excitement.

Then she turned around and saw Warden Lancelot take off the prison cap, revealing his fluffy and soft black hair, which made her want to rub it.

With the beauty in front of you, Pei Liang said with a joke: "I saw an open bathtub. Does the warden bathe in a bright spot every time?"

Actually, I know that this glass must be visible on one side. Not to mention that there is no meteorite hair outside, even if a spacecraft passes by, I can't see it in.

But Lancelot's face turned red when she heard what she said.
To be continued...