Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

The blush on Luo Xiuyun's face quickly faded, and all the blood was gone, as if she couldn't believe what she heard.

Amidst Pei Qingyuan's harsh and straightforward irony, the air was completely silent for half a minute before the relatives made an embarrassing settlement.

"What nonsense are you kidding... How can you say such things in front of your mother? How much you hurt her heart, please apologize to your mother. "

Pei Qingyuan didn't back down, and said with a sneer, "I broke her heart? Who should apologize to whom?"

Since the day he met Luo Xiuyun, the two of them had never talked about that mistake back then.

Luo Xiuyun didn't take the initiative to mention it to him, because all her explaining energy was devoted to Pei Minghong and his wife.

Pei Qingyuan didn't take the initiative to bring it up, because he felt that he was the one who needed to be explained, and he thought his biological mother would talk to him.

But Luo Xiuyun apologized to Pei Minghong and his wife, to Pei Yan, the fake son who had been deceived for seventeen years, and even to the hospital leader who was almost held accountable, but he never said sorry to him.

Because he seems to have enjoyed an undeserved rich life for seventeen years, is he the one who benefits? Are victims rightfully excluded?

Pei Qingyuan didn't want to think about these things before, because it would only be an abyss that made people more and more desperate.

But now, in the lighthearted attitude of Luo Xiuyun and all his relatives, he had to face this problem.

But the strange thing is that at this moment, Pei Qingyuan was not as angry and uncomfortable as he imagined. Looking at the strange and flustered faces in front of him, he felt more ridiculous.

Those sensitive and fragile emotions that should have been surging seemed to be carefully protected, hidden in soft armor, and escaped the sting.

In the world he couldn't see, little robots with lights all over their bodies were running between the grass and gardens.

The white canopy blocked the heavy rain falling in the sky, and a beautiful butterfly that was about to fly away was parked in the transparent glass cover.

Ji Tong tried his best to keep the butterfly.

Under Pei Qingyuan's sharp questioning, this group of relatives who came here purely for their own interests, looked at me and looked at you, all retracted their heads, and did not dare to speak again, for fear that they would be involved in this family matter.

Luo Xiuyun, who was struck by lightning, held onto her apron tightly. She took a few deep breaths, and finally composed a broken sentence: "At that time, your father got cancer and couldn't be cured. All the money in the family was spent on the treatment." ...I want you to live a better life, so I will take the risk of changing you to a rich family. I have no other choice. Mom is doing it for your own good..."

This is a set of logic that sounds impeccable, and hateful people must have pity.

Pei Qingyuan said, "During these years, have you and Pei Yan lived happily?"

Looking at her son's clear eyes, Luo Xiuyun had no choice but to answer against her will, and could only vaguely say: "...it's not bad."

Pei Yan is innocent, sensible and kind. She was a good child in everyone's eyes since she was a child, and she worked hard to make up for this innocent child. Although she is a single-parent family, she can be called happy.

Pei Qingyuan heard what she meant, and a smile almost appeared on his face: "Then have you ever asked me if I am happy in Pei's house?"

Luo Xiuyun looked at him in astonishment, as if she had never thought about the possibility of being unhappy.

"I'm not happy. They are not a pair of parents who really love their children." Pei Qingyuan asked himself very calmly, "Isn't this a better life? I don't want this kind of life. I want a better life than them. I really care about my mother, just like Pei Yan has."

He finally said, "So, are you going to apologize to me?"

Luo Xiuyun clearly saw the persistence and stubbornness in Pei Qingyuan's eyes. She was shocked by what her son had revealed at this moment. It's like watching a rare drama.

She couldn't speak.

Time passed in hesitation.

Pei Qingyuan turned and left without putting down the schoolbag on his shoulder from beginning to end, and the heavy wooden door slammed behind him.

Luo Xiuyun watched helplessly as he slammed the door and left, her shoulders slumped weakly amidst the sudden consolation of relatives.

Pei Qingyuan went downstairs without saying a word, and walked to the bicycle that had been parked before. He did not move for a long time, and the figure of the young Qingjun stood alone.

Ji Tong also stood numbly on the grass without moving, carefully holding the glass bottle with flying butterflies in his arms, looking at the heavy rain pouring outside the transparent canopy, he tentatively asked for a long time: "Ruan Ruan, what do you need?" Consolation?"

This time he has prepared a lot of cold jokes that can really make people laugh.

Pei Qingyuan said almost at the same time as him: "Sorry, that mission...maybe it can't be completed."

Ji Tong immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, the host, I was just about to tell you about the mission."

The host is still in the mood to think about the task, the rain should stop and clear soon.

"The last time I went to a meeting, the mastermind assigned a senior system to answer my doubts, so I asked him a lot of questions about how to complete the task."

As a fledgling artificial intelligence, it is a bit unscientific to come up with this strange operation of forming a family with the host, so Ji Tong decided to put the credit on Fang Hao, a primary school student.

"The system is very proficient in human nature, and told me that sometimes some special methods can be used to complete the task, because the criteria for judging the completion of the task by the main brain seem to be very rigid, such as the task of having a harmonious and happy family, in fact, there is no specific limit Family members, in theory, as long as they meet the criteria of harmony and happiness, and look like a family."

Pei Qingyuan listened to him carefully, and quickly answered: "So can the two brothers be considered a family? There is no need for a real blood relationship, as long as others think they are a family?"

He still remembered Ji Tong's sudden joy when he was accosted and praised by a strange uncle in the morning.

Ji Tong immediately swallowed the long speech he had thought about before, about how to persuade the host and himself to pretend to be brothers.

The host is really smart.

"Right host, I guess so." Ji Tong said honestly, "Now we have basically met the standard of harmony and happiness in the eyes of outsiders, and the mission panel has already responded to this, but since it is a family, we can There should be a place to live together…”

It is unlikely that he will appear in front of Luo Xiuyun and Luo Zhichang, which means that he and the host need to move out and live in a house alone.

Ji Tong didn't doubt whether the host was willing to move out. Luo Xiuyun's hesitation in the face of an apology request just now obviously disappointed the host. According to the host's personality, he would definitely not want to continue living here.

As a result, the rent of renting a house outside has become a problem.

Although Pei Qingyuan still has a sum of money that he got when he was at Pei's house, with Ji Tong's getting to know him better and better, he understands that he probably doesn't want to use this money to start his new life.

Then the host can only earn money on his own, just like the part-time job in the hotel.

Although Ji Tong knows that many novels have plots in which the protagonists of the students rely on various skills to make a fortune, but that means premature contact with society and encountering various complicated people and things.

He believed in the ability of the host, but he hoped that the host could enjoy the simple and pure campus life at this age.

After all, this is a precious time that can never be repeated.

Ji Tong was in a tangled mood and shook off the electron particles all over the place.

Pei Qingyuan obviously also thought about the issue of rent. He was silent for a while, and when he looked up again, he had made up his mind: "Don't you like the smell of bread very much?"

Ji Tong nodded blankly: "Yes."

Ten minutes later, Pei Qingyuan came to the door of the bakery that he always passed by at night.

The chubby store owner He Shiwen was carefully arranging freshly baked bread in the glass cabinet. When he heard the notification bell ringing at the door, he followed his reputation and said enthusiastically: "Welcome! Hey, you are the one..."

He still remembered the high school student who was always lingering outside the window late at night.

"Hi, it's me." Pei Qingyuan met his gaze without any timidity, "Is the store still hiring?"

"It's recruited." He Shiwen wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smile, and didn't ask the student why he suddenly made up his mind. "Did you bring your ID card? We signed a part-time contract, so it's very formal."

"By the way, you don't have a health certificate, right? You can go to the hospital for a physical examination when you don't have classes on weekends. I'll pay for it."

"You sit down first. If you're hungry, grab a piece of bread. I'll go next door and print out the contract. Help me look at the shop..."

This nagging and kind shop owner is very familiar.

The part-time contract has only one page, which clearly states his working hours and salary standards. This is a job with a simple environment and content, which is relatively suitable for high school students.

After reading it carefully, Pei Qingyuan was sure that there was no problem, so he leaned over the counter and signed his name.

His handwriting is beautiful, thin and powerful.

Ji Tong admired it secretly, and at the same time marveled at the host's super power of action. Once he made up his mind, he immediately executed it.

He also saw Pei Qingyuan's ID card. The photo on it was taken a few years ago. His face looked much more immature, and his always cold expression hadn't changed.

What kind of life did the host live in Pei's house at that time?

Ji Tong thought endlessly, and quietly wrote down the host's birthday, October 7th.

In half a month, the host will celebrate his eighteenth birthday.

After Pei Qingyuan signed, he looked at the ink that was gradually solidifying on the paper, and said to his system in his heart: "Every weekend from now on, you can stay with Bread, and when I turn eighteen, we will go out Rent a house by yourself."

"That's great." The little robot hugged the butterfly glass bottle and sat quietly on the grass where the sky was gradually clearing up. "Thank you Ruanrou."

He quietly put away the cold joke data, the host didn't seem to need such superficial comfort.

So Ji Tong decided to use more practical actions to repay every fragrant weekend in the future.

On that day that might be forgotten by both families, he wanted to spend a good birthday with the host.