Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

In the main building of the post is a photo. In the photo, professors and scholars are chatting happily with porcelain plates or glasses, which is the scene at the buffet.

After the post was sent out, many students responded one after another.

[Floor 4: It's not like you haven't been to a boss of this level before, what's so surprising? ]

[7th floor: I think the main characters mentioned by the host probably do not refer to these teachers...]

[Floor 12: Damn! At first glance, I didn't realize that there was something wrong, and it seemed too natural. ]

[Floor 17: How did he get in here? ]

[Floor 20: Hot reservation. ]

[Floor 23: Why do you keep mentioning those people in the past? Where is the content? What do you mean, I didn’t go, did someone record it? Post it to see. ]

Indeed, some students took text shorthand, and soon someone picked some sentences and posted them. Basically, every teacher said what they said. After these sentences appeared, the building speed of the post slowed down for a while, and then it was brushed at a faster speed. Turned on the screen.

[Floor 42: I have to say, it's pretty good. ]

[Floor 51: I feel a little regretful that I didn't go, it's not over yet, right? ]

[F59: Upstairs, are you serious? I'm dying of laughter, can't you understand these words? It is a typical mediocre self-comfort at all, they deserve to be poor for a lifetime. ]

[Floor 65: Then you can die laughing, where does such a strong sense of superiority come from, the three generations of your family's ancestors are not human, they are made of gold, right? ]

[Floor 74: Anyone can say beautiful words, but there are some things that cannot be overcome in a lifetime. ]

[Floor 88: Why do you think that other people are as narrow as you, so you have to go beyond something? You can care about sixpence, but someone has to care about the moon, or the world is over. ]

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The post gradually became divided into two factions. The supporters of elitism fiercely criticized the professors' remarks, and some people expressed their anti-class identity through anonymous forums, until the latest reply appeared.

[Floor 210: This kind of debate is all false. Let me ask you a question. When Pei Qingyuan turned away, what did the five hundred-story building say? Said that after losing his status, he would fall into the mud and turn into a pile of garbage, right?

Then you look up at the photos of the main building and see how the "garbage" is surrounded by your bosses who respectfully call you teachers during the day.

Does your face hurt? Do you still have the nerve to continue talking nonsense here? Why can't you do what garbage can do? Is it because you guys are more trash? ]

The post fell silent in an instant, and it took a long time before someone continued to reply.

Ji Tong, who discovered this post through the monitoring function, couldn't help laughing when he saw this building.

Originally, he wanted to use some special means to clean up some accounts that spoke badly, but now he didn't need it, because he could already see that the expressions of some students with mobile phones around him had visibly changed to the naked eye.

Pei Qingyuan didn't know what he was laughing at, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The buffet party was coming to an end, and everyone started chatting in twos and threes, and he walked to a corner alone.

"It's nothing." While Ji Tong was speaking, an image was displayed on the watch, "I saw a well-taken photo."

In this photo captured by other students, many people's eyes fell on Pei Qingyuan who was standing in the center, but he was looking down at the watch on his wrist.

The black body is really cool and handsome, making the whole photo look like a screenshot of a watch advertisement.

Well done, so it's his.

Ji Tong happily saved it in the photo album.

Pei Qingyuan was taking a piece of transparent dessert from the dessert shelf, it was the one that Ji Tong asked him to taste when he came in.

"Very sweet," he said, "smells like flowers."

Under the brilliant light, the photo on the dial disappeared, and a line of [Thank you] dotted with pink flowers appeared.

After the excitement ended and the buffet was officially over, Pei Qingyuan walked back to the dormitory with the other exchange students.

It's Xiaomei's turn to get off work, and it's Mushroom's turn to go to work.

Xiao Xinchen and several other classmates who wanted to play cats all stayed in the dormitory where Pei Qingyuan lived and refused to leave.

Pei Qingyuan watched the mushrooms make several high school students run around the room with a smile in his eyes.

This childish cat teasing movement didn't stop until Xiao Xinchen's cell phone rang.

"It's a video call from my mother." Panting, Xiao Xinchen took a look and asked, "Do you mind if I take a video call? I can go outside to answer it."

Everyone shook their heads: "It's okay, it's okay, you can pick it up, we can also meet Auntie."

After getting acquainted with Xiao Jianping and Xiao Xinchen gradually, they were all curious about what kind of person Xiao Xinchen's mother was.

But after the video was connected, amid Xiao Xinchen's warm greeting, the picture that appeared on the other party's interface was surprising.

It was a delicate-looking middle-aged woman with a gentle smile on her face. When the phone shook, it passed the armrest of the wheelchair.

"There are so many people, are they all your new classmates?"

"Yes, Mom, let me introduce you, this is Lin Zihai from No. 2 Middle School, Shen Yiming..."

Shi Yuelan smiled and greeted everyone one by one: "Just call me Aunt Shi, thank you for taking care of Xinchen."

The students were a little at a loss, but they responded positively. Fortunately, the shock caused by Shi Yuelan's physical condition didn't last long, and immediately disappeared in the very daily conversation between mother and son.

"Did you have a good time today?"

"Happy, very cool!"

"What about your dad? I'll be back tomorrow."

"Mom, are you calling to care about me, or are you caring about my dad and caring about me by the way—"

Before Xiao Xinchen finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the opposite camera, accompanied by a child's voice with an electronic quality: "Hey!"

A small robot with a white shell walked into the screen at a constant speed, stretched out its mechanical arms and folded it on its chest, as if it was ready to serve its master at any time, and the students who were watching on the side of the screen suddenly exclaimed.

Shi Yuelan glanced back, then smiled helplessly: "Xiao Ming, I'm talking about tomorrow, not calling you."

"Good master."

Xiao Ming stomped and took two steps to the side, his arms drooped, and he returned to a quiet standby state.

Xiao Xinchen clicked his tongue: "Xiao Ming, you are stupid again, by the way, I met a super smart AI today, named Xiaomei."

"But why do the names of your smart assistants sound so stupid...Xiao Ming, Xiao Mei, you are so creative."

However, Xiao Ming remained motionless and ignored him.

"Xiao Ming!" Lin Zihai, who was joining in the fun, finished shouting and asked in confusion, "Aunt Shi, why is Xiao Ming ignoring us?"

Some students concluded in a low voice: "I feel that Xiaomei is much smarter than Xiaoming."

Seeing the group of children on the screen making a fuss, Shi Yuelan couldn't help laughing and said, "Your voices are too loud, Xiao Ming can't recognize it."

As a result, when she spoke, Xiao Ming next to her groaned again, and walked over, a burst of laughter erupted in the dormitory.

Some unsociable Shen Yiming stayed aside, staring at Xiao Xinchen's mobile phone screen with the same curiosity, and whispered with emotion: "This should be a robot specially designed by Professor Xiao for Aunt Shi. I heard that Professor Xiao brought a camera just to I took the photo and showed it to Aunt Shi...their relationship is really good, Xiao Xinchen must have been very happy since he was a child."

Pei Qingyuan sat next to him, and nodded slightly upon hearing this.

When he was living in Pei's house, he saw many different families. Some were kept together by children or money;

But those bright or dark feelings seem to be different from the ordinary moments witnessed at this moment.

Pei Qingyuan couldn't accurately describe the difference between them, but a trace of envy welled up from the bottom of his heart.

On a quiet night, the high school students gathered in a circle, with relaxed and joyful laughter, reminded him of the night before with a similar atmosphere.

what is like

This question had accompanied him into dreamland.

But after seeing the decades-long relationship between Xiao Jianping and his wife, it seems that this question should be changed to, what is love?

As his thoughts drifted, he always thought of the blue eyes of the cat mushroom for no reason.

Thinking of this, Pei Qingyuan realized belatedly that Mushroom had been quiet for a long time.

After Xiao Xinchen started calling, the white cat curled up quietly in his arms, as if falling asleep.

He reached out and rubbed the mushroom's hairy head, and at the same time whispered in his heart: "Ji Tong?"

The familiar bright voice sounded quickly: "Hey!"

Based on this word alone, Pei Qingyuan was sure that he hadn't fallen asleep just now, and was secretly watching the excitement.

Ji Tong must have heard the voice of the intelligent robot Xiao Ming in the video call.

Learned well.

"Where are you?"

"I'm watering the flowers." Ji Tong answered him.

Ji Tong suddenly missed these flowers that had been with him for several days, and remembered that he hadn't taken care of them for a long time, so he sneaked into the emotional zone of the host's consciousness space.

The little robot put on a gardening suit and walked through the garden with a hundred kinds of flowers, and the green branches and leaves passed by his bright yellow rubber shoes.

He carefully finished watering a flower with a water bottle, raised his head, and saw the end of the blue sky, filled with extremely gorgeous clouds.

This is a view that has never been seen before.

Ji Tong looked at it for a while, and many words representing emotions flashed through his mind, and finally felt that it should mean envy.

Yunxia, ​​which is as colorful as an oil painting, has a breathtaking beauty, making people who see it stop and just want to get closer.

But it is so far away, as far away as a dream, untouchable.

Is the host envious of Xiao Xinchen's family?

In fact, he is also very envious.

After watering the flowers patiently, Ji Tong turned his attention to the special plant with butterflies hanging around.

The last time I found it, it was still a small seedling, but now it has grown a lot, and the leaves are shining beautifully, swaying gently in the breeze.

The butterfly flew past his green fingertips, avoided the sudden falling water curtain, and flapped its wings lightly.

Will this plant that grows from the host's heart bloom in the future? What flowers will bloom?

While watering it carefully, Ji Tong thought about it endlessly.

He didn't block the sounds around him. Although the garden was very quiet, he still wanted the host to listen to the scenery in his heart.

Pei Qingyuan, who was sitting by the window looking at the clear night sky, heard the sound of rain.

Mixed with the sounds of the world around him, he heard fine water droplets fall across the air and fall to the ground, one after another, like a fleeting light rain, and the sound of footsteps falling on the grass, the extremely quiet wind Blow through the petals.

Ji Tong is walking back and forth to water the flowers.

Pei Qingyuan tried to imagine this picture, garden, little robot, rain boots, watering can.

He has seen many forms of Ji Tong, but the one that impressed him the most was the little pea-green robot that hid behind the door and poked his head out on that night when the moon was high, hesitating and daring not to come out.

"Is the host afraid?"

"I'm not afraid."

So he walked out with confidence, and enthusiastically knocked on the mechanical cover on his chest.

"Ruan Ruan, do you want to see my heart?"

Pei Qingyuan indeed saw his ocean-like data heart with his own eyes.

But he vaguely felt that it shouldn't be like this.

Pei Qingyuan doesn't know where this feeling comes from, maybe it's because Ji Tong sometimes behaves like a human being, or maybe it's because he has greater enthusiasm and cherishment for the seemingly ordinary worldly life than ordinary people.

In the intermittent rain, the sounds belonging to the real world disappeared, and another quieter world quietly emerged. He listened intently to Ji Tong's occasional voice.

"All the flowers are blooming very well." The little robot reported to him, "I don't know if there is another one that will bloom, I hope it will."

"Um."

He can't see those flowers temporarily, but he can often smell the flowers in Ji Tong's words.

The familiar voice was still brisk, as usual.

"Host, rest early." Ji Tong said with a smile, "Good night."

Late at night, the students who had had enough noise left one after another. After washing up, they returned to their respective rooms. The cat was lying in the nest surrounded by small blankets, sleeping soundly, and only the moonlight remained in the air.

And Pei Qingyuan stood by the window alone and watched the moon for a long time before going to bed in silence.

His heart was wrapped in a very complicated emotion, not only envy, joy, rejoicing, but also strong sadness.

He didn't understand where these emotions came from, they were very strange, not like the emotions he would have, but they did appear in his heart like that, and flowed slowly in the silent night, like a crystal sea .

It took Pei Qingyuan a long time to fall asleep amidst these complex emotions that were difficult to describe in words.

But the night didn't end immediately, he didn't see the ceiling illuminated by the rising sun the next day in a blink of an eye, but was wrapped in a vast expanse of white air.

Pei Qingyuan had a strange and magnificent dream.

In the dream, the sun is everywhere, shining brightly, everything is clean, not stained with a trace of dust, just like heaven.

He walked hesitantly in this light until he saw a door and gently pushed it open.

The room was equally bright, but finally it wasn't just light.

Pei Qingyuan saw a strange figure from the back, standing quietly by the window, looking up at the outside, just like him before falling asleep tonight.

There is no moon outside this window, but there is a more bizarre scenery.

Outside the transparent glass window, there is a huge mushroom floating in the blue sky like a hot air balloon. It looks huge and soft, like a scene in a fairy tale.

When seeing this real mushroom, Pei Qingyuan couldn't help thinking that he was dreaming.

Maybe it's because I usually call mushrooms too many times.

The stranger in the dream stood in front of the window for a long time, his body was thin, his short hair was turned into a fragile chestnut color by the bright sunlight, and trembled softly.

He seems to be about the same age as him, Pei Qingyuan guessed.

He tried to walk to the other person and see the stranger's appearance clearly, but he was blocked by some invisible barrier, he could not approach the person in his dream, and he could only see the changing scenery outside the window.

The giant mushroom moved in the wind until it was parked outside the window. The moment its soft canopy edge touched the glass, the boy stretched out his fingers and gently pressed against the glass window. The sun is very bright.

Pei Qingyuan, who couldn't get close, clearly saw the pale fingertips gradually sticking to the edge of the mushroom's light gray canopy. In the slow flow of time, he could feel the sudden jump of joy in the air, Almost rejoicing for this stranger.

But that's all.

The wind blew the mushrooms, but the windows of the room had a thick layer of glass.

The stubborn coldness lay between them.

The person in the dream is so close and yet so far away from the soft mushroom.

Pei Qingyuan stood there in a daze.

The jump was gone.

He heard the patter of rain.