Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

The abnormal situation in the 0361 system quickly attracted the representative of the main brain. After it quickly controlled the scene, it immediately kept the other systems away from the 0361 to avoid accidental infection.

Ji Tong was shocked for a while, and he was relieved when he learned that this doll colleague should be fine.

After the main brain representative solved the trouble, he looked around and saw the system number 0587 next to the number 0361.

"How could No. 0361 be infected with the virus suddenly?" The representative of the main brain questioned him with a very emotional mechanical voice.

Ji Tong also wanted to ask this question very much, but he just said something to the doll, and was taken aback.

"There must be a bug." Ji Tong said disgustedly, "The virus that is prevalent in your system world is really scary."

"..." The mastermind representative wanted to say something, but was blocked by him.

There are too many systems and data existing around at the same time. In order to get rid of the virus on No. 0361 as soon as possible, the mastermind directly used the reset function to restore the data of No. 0361 to five minutes ago, so he could no longer trace the source before the accident. In the end what happened.

But in view of the poor performance of the 0587 system in the meeting today, and the bizarre accidents of his colleagues, the mastermind felt that it was necessary to list him as a key focus.

Thinking of this, the main brain issued a long series of instructions and called another system.

And when Ji Tong saw the other party coming, his eyes straightened.

With a unique black coat, a tall figure and a handsome face, the whole body is filled with a chilling aura.

This is simply the appearance of Ji Tong's dream.

"No. 0587, since this is your first time performing a mission, the system center will arrange for you a very talented human system to answer your questions. System 0499."

A reserved smile appeared on the handsome face of No. 0499, and he took the initiative to extend his hand to Ji Tong: "Hello, you can also call me Fang Hao."

This somewhat ordinary name does not seem to match the other party's very cool appearance, but this is the first system that Ji Tong has seen that is also run by humans, and he immediately felt a lot of intimacy.

Under Fang Hao's guidance, Ji Tong exchanged intranet contact information with him, and in the future they can exchange data remotely at any time, similar to online chatting.

"Brother Hao, how do you usually do tasks? How can you get such a high test score?"

Ji Tong is very envious of Fang Hao's handsome adult appearance. His host's growth rate must be very high, and according to the registration time displayed on the intranet, the other party has only been in the system for less than two years, which proves that he completes the main task very quickly every time. Well, it's such a fast progress.

"It's very simple, just want to be crazy." Fang Hao smiled slightly, showing a powerful self-confidence, "No matter which villain is looking for trouble, no matter what others think of the host, let the host release arrogant and cruel words, and then in everyone's eyes They showed amazing strength in the taunts and slapped them in the face."

Ji Tong's eyelids twitched, why did he feel that the idea of ​​this system seemed familiar.

"Um... may I ask which theme you work in?"

"The strongest dragon Aotian."

It has to be said that the themes of the projection world are really varied.

As a system in Long Aotian's theme, Fang Hao is really dedicated, even his name has X-point male protagonist characteristics.

Ji Tong politely blew rainbow fart: "Brother Hao must have accurately grasped the selling point of Long Aotian's theme."

"That's right." Fang Hao looked proud, "After all, I was reading novels every day in class before wearing a book, and I could finish a long article at point X in three days."

It turned out to be the same age.

Ji Tong felt more and more cordial, and casually greeted, "How old are you?"

"Fifth grade elementary school." Fang Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you a college student? So old."

Ji Tong:! !

Ji Tong's face was in a daze, his pupils trembled, and he couldn't believe what just happened.

He actually called a primary school student Brother.

The elementary school student also mocked him for being old.

He is obviously only three and a half years old!

But having said that, even primary school students have handsome looks, and he is only three and a half years old...

Ji Tong felt that he had suffered an indescribable blow. During the following meeting time, he always maintained a trance expression thinking about life, and finally ended today's extremely fantastic emergency meeting trip in a daze.

After returning to the host's consciousness space, the little robot also looked sullen, and greeted Pei Qingyuan feebly: "Hello host, I'm back."

It was dusk outside the classroom window, the last class in the afternoon was over, and Pei Qingyuan was just about to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

Hearing the sullen voice in his mind, he was stunned for a moment and hesitated, "Is the meeting not going well?"

"No, it went well." Ji Tong said melancholy, "but the meeting time is as long as that of human beings."

Pei Qingyuan heard the melancholy in the system's tone, and for some reason remembered his satisfied expression sitting on the curb eating pancakes in the morning, so he asked in a strange way: "Then are you hungry?"

...and it's not like you can't be hungry.

Ji Tong subconsciously refreshed himself, and then remembered that it would be strange for a little boy to come out to eat with Pei Qingyuan at school now, so he reluctantly refused.

"I'm made of data, I won't be hungry, I'm just curious in the morning, the host should go eat quickly." Ji Tongyan said insincerely.

The classroom was basically empty, only a few students who worked extraordinarily hard were still leaning over the desk, racing against time to make use of the time.

Lin Zihai, who was sitting in the first row, was also on his seat, frowning and staring at the unfinished papers in front of him. He couldn't concentrate on his studies all day today, and he was always restless.

All because of the hateful Pei Qingyuan.

From the corner of Lin Zihai's eyes, he noticed that Pei Qingyuan stood up, as if he was about to go downstairs to the cafeteria, and he suddenly felt even more angry.

He observed Pei Qingyuan for a day, and found that he didn't listen carefully to the teacher's lecture at all, and kept doing his own thing. This further confirmed his judgment of Pei Qingyuan: a little boy who is ignorant and does not seek to make progress.

How can such a person accept Teacher Zhou's appointment with peace of mind and say that he will not disappoint everyone's expectations?

Just when Pei Qingyuan passed by his desk, perhaps because his resentful gaze was felt, Pei Qingyuan stopped in his tracks.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a few seconds, Lin Zihai was about to impatiently ask what the other party was doing, when he heard a cold voice from above his head.

"The eighth question and the twentieth question are wrong."

Lin Zihai froze, and blurted out: "Impossible!"

He suddenly looked up, thinking that Pei Qingyuan would argue with him, but the other party didn't even give him a look, but walked away expressionlessly.

Moreover, when Pei Qingyuan walked through the corridor, there was a faint smile on his face, as if he was laughing at him for doing a wrong question.

"The host did a great job!" Actually, it was because the little robot in his mind finally got rid of his frustration and cheered, "According to my observation, Lin Zihai only has grades in his eyes, and if he is pointed out by someone he hates, he will definitely feel uncomfortable Gotta scratch my head."

"Host, in front of these little villains, we will go crazy." Ji Tong said without hesitation, "This can improve the quality of task completion, and help the host to gain growth points faster."

He must have the appearance of a handsome man as soon as possible, and earn back face from the elementary school student Fang Hao.

Pei Qingyuan felt that his system seemed to have been instilled with a lot of new knowledge after a meeting and became very motivated.

In Lin Zihai's eyes, his indulgent expression became a kind of extremely arrogant pride.

Lin Zihai was about to die of anger.

He clenched his fists, stared down at the test paper he hadn't finished, and rechecked the eighth and twentieth questions involuntarily.

...the answer he wrote earlier seems to be really problematic.

Just as Lin Zihai was in disbelief, the cell phone he put in his trouser pocket vibrated slightly.

Pei Yan finally replied to the message. The last chat record between the two was sent by Lin Zihai who sneaked to the toilet in the morning.

[Pei Qingyuan was elected as the class monitor, Teacher Zhou seems to like him quite a bit. ]

After a long time, Pei Yan only replied a short sentence.

[Yeah? Then he must be very good. ]

In the spacious bedroom where the setting sun was slanting into the window, Pei Yan put away his mobile phone, and looked at the lawn and garden outside the house with meticulous care every day. It was hard to describe his mood at the moment.

Pei Qingyuan had a good time in the school he had been in before.

He should have been thankful for this.

Because many people have told him openly and secretly that he must be on guard against the person who once occupied his life, lest the other person is unwilling to accept the reality and wants to come back to disturb his family and take away his parents.

Pei Yan originally didn't want to speculate on the other party like this, but it sounded reasonable, and Pei Qingyuan did appear unexpectedly at a banquet where no one invited him.

Xiang Jinyang, who was getting closer to him in Pei's mansion, also said that Pei Qingyuan came here on purpose, so Xiang Jinyang suggested that he call his friends from No. 2 Middle School to have a meeting and tell them about it. Yu asked them to help pay attention to Pei Qingyuan's movements, so as to save him from making trouble again.

Xiang Jinyang has lived in the Pei family for many years and is very familiar with everything about the Pei family. Pei Yan, who has just arrived, often relies on him to get to know his parents, so he believes in his words and does it without much thought. up.

Under such a premise, it should be a good thing for Pei Yan that Pei Qingyuan is accepted by the current environment. When the other party fully adapts to the current life, maybe he will no longer expect things that do not belong to him.

But in fact, Pei Yan felt depressed.

Today is Monday, everyone is going to school as usual, except him.

Because after studying in the school that Pei Qingyuan attended for a week, he found that he had a lot of content that he couldn't keep up with. He did well in the second middle school, but he didn't expect that the study pressure in the private high school was much heavier.

No. 2 Middle School is not the best school in the city, it can only be regarded as a middle-class school. In this famous brand private high school outside the public system, the quality of students is much higher than that of No. 2 Middle School.

And he had heard that Pei Qingyuan was always the first in grade before leaving.

In addition to grades, the students in this high school are all versatile, such as piano, drama, equestrian... There are various clubs in the school, which urge students to develop in an all-round way.

Pei Yan didn't have the conditions to get in touch with these things in the past, and naturally he won't now, so his mother Ye Lanting simply arranged for him to take one less class a week, combined with the weekend, and invited different tutors to teach him one-on-one for three days a week. class.

His rest days are filled with courses such as etiquette, cello, and political economy that Ye Lanting personally chooses.

In Ye Lanting's eyes, elegant manners, extensive knowledge reserves and decent artistic expertise are extremely important.

Pei Yan still has a little awe of this extraordinarily dignified and beautiful mother, even though he is not interested in these courses at all, he still forces himself to study hard.

Until this morning, he woke up with a yawn, drowsily thinking about what class he should have today, and then when he walked through the corridor, he heard the conversation between the tutor who arrived earlier and Ye Lanting.

"...Different from Qing Yuan's intelligence, although Young Master Pei is diligent, he still lacks some talent..."

At that time, he just received a message from Lin Zihai.

Pei Yan, who was eavesdropping on the side, looked tense, and wanted to refute that he was not interested in those courses, so naturally he would not learn well.

But Lin Zihai's text message and the tutor's words stuck a name into his heart at the same time.

Pei Qingyuan, who was given up by his biological parents without hesitation... Is he much better than him?

Pei Yan suddenly woke up, and his sleepiness disappeared.

This idea lingered in his heart like a slowly evaporating poison, and he could not rest for a whole day.

He saw the tutor's brows getting tighter and tighter, and finally ended the class, so he walked towards the garden where Ye Lanting was, probably to sue.

It was supposed to be time for cello practice after four in the afternoon, but he fled back to his room early.

Pei Yan sat in front of the window with a beautiful view, recalling the experience of this period of time in a trance.

If you want to use a popular metaphor to describe it, he is like winning a huge lottery. His life is turned upside down in an instant, and he becomes extremely rich. Friends, exposure to a world of dazzling glitz…

Is he lucky?

He thinks it should be.

No matter how many people ask for such a good thing.

But in this golden luck, a dark abyss looms.

While he was thinking wildly, there was a regular knock on the door outside the room.

Pei Yan was already familiar with this strength, it was Ye Lanting.

He hurriedly left the chair, trotted to open the door, and before the door was fully opened, he began to explain in a hurry: "Mom, I'm going to practice piano in a while, I was a little sleepy just now..."

"It's okay, just take a day off if you're sleepy."

His mother's reaction was beyond his expectations.

Ye Lanting is always exquisite and beautiful, even at home, she has no perfunctory makeup, and her shiny and elegant sky blue satin dress.

Pei Yan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and smiled at her mother: "Thank you, Mom."

The setting sun that was about to set sprinkled on them, looking like a mother and child.

In the light orange halo, Ye Lanting watched his son's face tenderly, then stretched out his well-maintained slender fingers, fastened the first button on his shirt that was opened at random, and smoothed the collar patiently until Not a single wrinkle.

Then she said softly: "Since the teacher is not good at teaching, just change it. A new teacher will come next week."

"I know you are a smart kid, you will do better than Qingyuan, right?"

She didn't believe that her blood and genes would be lost to a vulgar and incompetent country woman.

Ye Lanting didn't like that cold-looking child at all. It was a work that was not perfect from the inside to the outside. Since she was a child, she stubbornly kept her own appearance, unwilling to grow according to her wishes.

Fortunately, Pei Qingyuan is not her child.

She also had the chance to recreate her work.

The soft cloth was tightly pressed against Pei Yan's neck, and he almost had the illusion that he was about to suffocate—but in his mother's touching eyes and unconditional trust, he nodded without hesitation in fulfilling this expectation.

Of course he would do better than that guy.

He didn't want to hear anyone put their names together again.

Pei Yan felt as if he was standing in a light dream, and the tide was continuously rushing towards him, rolling up snow-white hatred, covering his body.

He hated that lingering name.

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