Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

Pei Qingyuan was amused by his serious tone, sporadic streams of light from the shade of the trees flashed in his eyes, and his always indifferent face instantly softened a lot.

When a pedestrian passed by, Ji Tong tugged on Pei Qingyuan's sleeve confidently, and entered a vivid three-and-a-half-year-old state in a second: "Brother, why haven't you finished eating, we should go to school!"

There's only one minute left for his breakfast!

"Okay." Pei Qingyuan stood up and rubbed the soft hair on his head, "See you at the gymnasium tonight."

He came to the school with the wind all the way, but the treatment after entering the school gate was quite different.

No one dared to openly make fun of him anymore. On the one hand, the school teachers restrained the students in each class, and on the other hand, the entire basketball team protected him. A group of tall boys is still very important among the students. of.

However, Pei Qingyuan was not sure whether these teammates recognized him more, or were more captured by his own system.

After all, every time he goes to training at night, the first sentence he hears is no longer the most common "here, go change clothes", but "when is Tongtong coming?".

Even Coach Xu has fallen, bringing cute toy ducks and plush bears to work every day, specially used to coax children, the glorious image of the middle-aged macho is gradually collapsing.

When Pei Qingyuan walked into the class, the attitudes of the students in Class 3 became much more normal. Some took the initiative to greet him, while others silently pretended to be dead.

In general, everything is getting better, except for a certain study committee member who is crazy and immersed in his own brain.

During the class break, Lin Zihai ran over, pretending to be concerned: "Squad leader, there are ten days left before the monthly exam, how is your review going? Shall I highlight the key points for you?"

"..." Pei Qingyuan gave him a strange look, "Can you mark the wrong question for me? Eight and twenty?"

These are the two wrong question numbers on Lin Zihai's paper that he casually pointed out last time.

"You were purely foolish that day!" Lin Zihai immediately frowned, "That means you were lucky, but you will have no luck if you actually pass the exam. As the class monitor, if your grades are too poor, you will embarrass Teacher Zhou!"

"I don't want to be kind enough to help you highlight the key points. I really don't know good people..."

Pei Qingyuan listened to him muttering for a long time, slowly turning the pages of the book in his hands, until Lin Zihai was in a hurry, and then spit out the word "oh".

Lin Zihai was choked by his attitude, angrily shook his hands and walked back to his seat: "Forget it, forget it, just wait until the day when the test results come out and cry!"

Ji Tong couldn't wait to record this dark historical material in the future: "I really want to fast forward to the monthly exam. Will Lin Zihai cry when the results come out?"

Pei Qingyuan thought for a while, and answered him quite seriously: "Cry in anger."

Ji Tong happily created a new photo album "The Encyclopedia of Ruthless Words in Black History". By the way, he parroted: "He will cry when the test results come out!"

Tonight, the gymnasium was filled with the smell of hot pot. Coach Xu, who watched the players improve by leaps and bounds, was delighted every day, and specially prepared a small hot pot for Ji Tong.

Amidst the stimulation of the hot pot aroma and the cheers of the children, the team confrontation tonight was even more ferocious.

Ji Tong watched the handsome guy show off his muscles while cooking hot pot, and from time to time, Coach Xu wiped his sweat and handed him milk. He felt that he was simply the happiest system in the world.

And no matter how much he eats, he won't gain weight.

As long as he can maintain his human form for a little longer, at least as long as he can comfortably eat three meals a day, then Ji Tong is willing to be a system for the rest of his life.

As soon as he ate the hot pot, he forgot the time. Tonight's 40-minute share was used up after Pei Qingyuan led him out of the school.

The little robot has already built a garden in Pei Qingyuan's emotional zone. He sat on the swing swinging his short legs, and said melancholy: "I'm sorry, Ruan Ruan, I can't go home with you today."

Pei Qingyuan inexplicably understood his implication: "Shall I take you to see the bakery today?"

"I want it." Ji Tong said without changing his expression, "Ruan Ruan is really the best host I have ever seen!"

"You've only seen one host."

"That's the best too!"

A teenager on a bicycle stops in front of a bakery that is about to close, waiting patiently for the little robot in his mind to be bathed in aroma.

On the quiet street at night, the fragrant and rich baking aroma flooded into his breath at the same time, making his mood lighter.

Under the orange street light, the glass door of the store was suddenly pushed open, a fat middle-aged man poked his head out, pushed his glasses that were about to slide off, and said to him in a gentle tone: "Student, do you want to come here?" Part-time?"

Pei Qingyuan looked over blankly.

"I see you standing here in a daze every night." The bakery owner pointed to the glass window in front of him, on which was a job advertisement, "If you are sixteen years old, you can come to work on holidays. If you want to come, just tell me, don't be embarrassed, I will try my best to arrange working hours for you that will not affect your studies."

Ji Tong, who was by Pei Qingyuan's side before, was too short, and the shop owner didn't see him at all, thinking that he wandered around here every day because he wanted to work part-time but didn't dare to speak.

The owner of the shop, who also has a child, is very sympathetic to this seemingly quiet and sensible student who wanted to work early to share the worries of the family.

It took Pei Qingyuan a long time to realize the misunderstanding. His face rarely showed a trace of embarrassment. He didn't know what to say, so he could only reject the enthusiastic kindness in a low voice: "I'm not looking for a part-time job... Sorry, thank you."

He stepped on his bicycle and left the bakery in a hurry. The owner of the bakery still told him loudly: "Students, ride slowly and pay attention to safety!"

Hearing that, Pei Qingyuan rode faster, his short hair was blown messy, and the corners of his thin clothes suddenly bulged in the evening wind.

Seeing Pei Qingyuan flustered for the first time, Ji Tong sat on the swing laughing so hard that he slumped to the ground.

Such a host has a youthful spirit.

The little robot patted his **** and stood up, and began to take pictures quietly again. He liked Pei Qingyuan's lively expression now.

At the same time, a butterfly that has never been seen before suddenly flew out of the flowers he planted carefully, and it stopped lightly on his flickering and flowing data, as if it had just passed a piece of flying clothes.

In this secret space with no one else around, the shiny little robot stared blankly at the butterfly flying out of the host's heart. Its white body was like a dreamlike snowflake, quietly falling on his machine. On the body, flapping beautiful wings.

Ji Tong could still see Pei Qingyuan riding a bicycle in a hurry outside, the youthful face was illuminated by the moonlight, and under the somewhat embarrassed appearance, butterflies bloomed in his heart.

He subconsciously relaxed his movements, not wanting to disturb this beautiful creature, and a burst of proud joy welled up in his heart.

When we met for the first time, Ji Tong was still blown away by the tornado spreading here, but now it is often calm grassland and soft sunshine. This is the change he brought to the host after his appearance.

Ji Tong felt happy for the host that the situation had improved, but at the same time a little sad.

He didn't want to see such a host wronging himself to do the task of a happy family.

During the meeting at the system center that day, Ji Tong suddenly thought of a way for him and the host to start a family, but judging from the reaction of Doll’s colleagues at the time, there should be no system that has tried to complete the task in this way, so he is not sure if this is the case. If it doesn't work, I dare not tell the host.

Moreover, Luo Xiuyun is the host's only relative now. Although Ji Tong feels that this family relationship is so weak that it is not worth cherishing at all, he cannot make decisions for the client. After all, this is the host's life. Maybe the underage host is still looking forward to it. What about the belated maternal love?

The glowing green data on Ji Tong's body kept flowing, showing that he was in the middle of a high-speed calculation, and there were bursts of stuttering sounds from time to time.

Forget it, he will observe carefully for a while, anyway, there are still nearly twenty days before the time limit given by the mission.

As Pei Qingyuan came home and walked into the room, Ji Tong watched with relief as he took out the bible that he couldn't read and studied by himself seriously. He felt that he should work harder, so he found a lot of flower seeds like a magic trick, and put on an apron for himself and rubber shoes.

He wants to plant a hundred kinds of flowers that can be parked for this precious butterfly.

The data proves that for every 1% optimization of the scenery in the host's emotional zone, the speed of the host's book turning will increase by one second.

This is probably the power of happy education.