Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

After nightfall, the teaching building is brightly lit, and there are noisy voices everywhere.

In the classrooms of Class 3 and Class 3 of Senior High School, parents came in one after another. They found their children's seats and sat down according to the names of the booklets placed on different desks.

It’s not yet time for the official start. The homeroom teacher Zhou Fang is finishing up the materials that will be used later in the office. Before the teacher came, some familiar parents chatted casually, and some parents sat on their own. looking at the phone.

"Xiaohai's ranking in the grade has improved a few more this time. He really deserves to be a study committee member. It would be great if my child could have such a brain."

"He has worked so hard recently that he doesn't even play on his mobile phone. He said that he did not perform well in a few subjects, and this time the first place in the class is very good. He has nearly full marks in every subject. Xiaohai admires him very much. .”

"Oh, I've heard that too. He's the class monitor and the first grader. He seems to be a transfer student, right? He only came this semester. I don't know if this classmate's parents have come. I really want to ask him for his experience."

"It hasn't arrived yet. I heard from Xiaohai that he sat in the last row, and the seat there was still vacant. You can't even imagine that he would tell me every week when he came back, saying that people always help him answer wrong questions and take special care of him." , Ouch, that excitement, I remember that when someone first transferred here, he still hated him, complaining that he was not as good as the previous monitor, and the kids just grew faster!"

"Hahahaha, my family is the same. A while ago, he was very reluctant to mention what happened in school to me. When he asked him, he would put on a straight face. Ever since he became the first grader in the class, well, now even the first grader The second came to the class and wandered around for a few laps to report to me one by one..."

Lin Zihai's mother and another classmate's mother were chatting cheerfully. A middle-aged patriarch next to them heard their conversation and couldn't help but intervene: "Are you talking about classmate Pei?"

"yes."

"His parents probably won't come today, you probably won't hear the experience."

"Ah, why?"

"You haven't heard of it. Hasn't this matter spread? He and the former monitor of the third class who transferred away are two children who hugged each other..."

The parent's face was flushed, and he excitedly talked about gossip, spitting all over the place.

The two mothers were stunned for a while, looked at each other, and couldn't help but said: "These two children are pitiful enough."

"It's very unlucky to come back here from a rich family. Who told him to do it? His adoptive mother will definitely not come, and I don't think his mother will either. How embarrassing. Last time I came to open the parents for another son. Yes, I think this seat will be vacant all night—"

He said it was unlucky, but his tone was full of enthusiasm, without any trace of regret.

It's just that as he was talking, he suddenly noticed that the expressions of the two mothers in front of him changed. They looked over the top of his sparse head and looked straight out of the window.

Not only them, but the entire classroom fell silent, as if the pause button had been pressed by an invisible hand.

An inexplicable chill rose from the back of the middle-aged man, he froze, and looked back involuntarily.

In the corridor submerged in the night, the man's handsome side face was clearly outlined by the lights. He glanced indifferently into the classroom. The male parent who happened to meet his gaze seemed to be stabbed, and he was shocked. Hastily looked away.

In the sudden silence, he stopped at the door of Class 3 and walked into the classroom. All the parents present looked dazed, no one dared to speak, and their breathing subconsciously softened.

This appearance and aura are really impossible to ignore. It doesn't look like they are here to hold a parent meeting. On the contrary, they seem to have accidentally entered a board meeting held by a large company.

After the man entered the classroom, his eyes first fell on the empty seat in the last row. When he was walking towards Pei Qingyuan's seat, he happened to pass by Lin Zihai's desk.

So he stopped, looked at the middle-aged woman who was obviously very nervous, and asked in a kindly tone, "Is this Lin Zihai's mother?"

"Ah! I am I am." In this rather elegant and magnetic voice, Lin Zihai's mother stood up at a loss, and reflexively used honorifics, "Are you?"

"I'm Qing Yuan's uncle." The man said with a smile, "I heard him mention your son, thank you Xiao Hai for taking care of him."

Under the impact of close-up beauty that is many times more handsome than the idol stars on TV, Lin Zihai's mother hesitated for a long time, and said incoherently: "It turns out that it is the parent of classmate Pei! You are welcome, you are welcome, it is obviously Xiao Hai who was at classmate Pei's. I have improved a lot with the help of…”

As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced at the male parent next to her.

The middle-aged man who was talking nonsense just now shrank his shoulders and lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

After exchanging a few words with Lin Zihai's mother, the man went straight to Pei Qingyuan's seat and sat down.

After he spoke, the strange silence in the classroom was broken, and the parents started chatting again, but their voices were lowered a lot. Most of the lazy postures were put away, and many parents sat upright for no reason.

They didn't know why, but in that indescribable aura, they felt ashamed to be hunched over.

Lin Zihai's mother and another mother, who had close contact with Pei Qingyuan's uncle, looked at each other in a daze for a long time before returning to their senses.

"So this is classmate Pei's uncle..." The mother next to him whispered embarrassedly, "He's so handsome, even more handsome than a celebrity."

"Now I can understand why Xiaohai has become so fanatical." Lin Zihai's mother said with emotion, "Uncle has an outstanding temperament and good self-cultivation. Student Pei must also be a very outstanding person."

The middle-aged man next to her didn't say a word when she heard the words "self-cultivated and good" that she deliberately emphasized.

When the parent-teacher meeting was about to officially start, Zhou Fang came to the door of the third class with a stack of materials. She almost didn't dare to come in. She looked up at the sign on the wall to make sure she had gone the right way.

...Why is the atmosphere so solemn?

When she saw Ji Yanxing sitting on Pei Qingyuan's seat, her eyes widened even more.

She was ready to use the excuse of busy work to explain the absence of individual parents.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to send information to the parents, Zhou Fang asked in a low voice when he walked to Ji Yanxing, and learned that he was Pei Qingyuan's uncle, whose surname was Ji.

Zhou Fang immediately thought of Ji Tong whom she met at the sports meet a few days ago.

Thinking about it carefully, the eyebrows and eyes of the two are indeed somewhat similar.

She remembered that Ji Tong's family conditions are very good, but his father is very busy and often sees no one, so he often stays with his tutor Pei Qingyuan. She didn't expect Ji Tong's father to help Pei Qingyuan hold a parent meeting today.

Even an unrelated employer uncle has this kind of heart.

Zhou Fang had mixed feelings in her heart, and immediately restrained her mind, preparing to emphasize Pei Qingyuan's driving and helping the students in class three in her speech later.

"Good evening, parents, I'm Zhou Fang, the head teacher of Class 3, Grade 3..."

When she really started to introduce the overall situation of the class to the parents, she felt an unusual unease.

...Every time she glanced at the Ji Banquet, which was silent but had a strong sense of presence, she would have an illusion, as if she was not analyzing the child's grades for the parents, but reporting the score to the boss. A big business of tens of millions in minutes.

Zhou Fang was very nervous, but she felt that she must not be the only one who was nervous.

Under the rendering of some kind of wonderful magnetic field, the whole third class seemed out of tune with the atmosphere of other classes. Almost all the parents were sitting upright, looking at the head teacher and the blackboard in front of them very seriously, and no one dared to distract themselves.

Occasionally, students who are idle to watch the excitement pass by outside the window. When they pass by the third class, they will quietly slow down and hold their breath.

The school leaders who came to inspect the situation of the parents' meeting stared at it in the corridor for a long time, and praised it even more.

"The progress of Class 3 and Class 3 in senior high school is very obvious. Not only the students are working hard, but the parents are also very attentive. In the whole year, the atmosphere of the parent meeting in Class 3 is the best. I have never seen such concentration, Solemn and cohesive parent meeting atmosphere..."

Under people's intentional or unintentional gaze, Ji Banxing sitting at the end of the classroom was always staring indifferently at the front, and occasionally took a pen to record something in his notebook.

However, there is another scene where others can't see.

Gundam Fang Hao said excitedly: "It's the first time I think parents will be so interesting!"

Pilot Ji Tong is playing back the video: "Look at the arc of my smile just now, isn't it just right! Three points of elegance, three points of warmth, and three points of distance!"

"Yes, yes, handsome!" Fang Hao was holding the field cooperatively, suddenly paused, and said vigilantly, "Did you find out?"

"I've found out that I've tracked and analyzed the data, and it won't pose a threat." Ji Tong's voice was filled with Ji Zong's elegant mockery, "It will only lead to cleverness being misunderstood by cleverness."

Outside the back door, where the parents in the classroom shouldn't have noticed, an ordinary-looking man bowed his head and sent a quick message.

[The target has been found at the parent meeting, the photo is as follows, and no identity information can be found for the time being. ]

At the same time, on the other side of the city.

In the banquet hall with gorgeous lighting and interlaced drinking and drinking, a group of well-dressed women were chatting happily, accompanied by a few young people of the younger generation.

"Is the painting that Ellert has recently recovered, going to be auctioned next month?"

"I remember yes. Manning was determined to have it."

"No way, my husband insisted on taking a picture and giving it to me. Anyway, I can't see what suits me..."

Amidst the thin chatter and laughter, Ye Lanting felt a slight vibration in her handbag. She immediately turned sideways, using the cover of her son beside her to avoid the women who were talking, opened her handbag and took out cell phone.

Pei Yan noticed his mother's movements, he was bored listening to these noble ladies talking about oil paintings, he glanced curiously, and saw the sudden panic on Ye Lanting's face.

This intense emotion flashed past, and soon returned to a normal smile, and no one else noticed this scene.

Pei Yan almost thought he was hallucinating.

Ye Lanting turned his gaze back, smiled softly at his friends, and said apologetically, "I'll leave for a while and answer the phone."

No one found it unusual, only Pei Yan could see a rare trace of panic from the back of his mother leaving.

He didn't know what happened, and he wasn't sure if he was delusional.

The mother's back disappeared from sight, and Pei Yan looked away in a daze, maintaining his habitual silence, and hastily met the smiling eyes of the women.

"Xiaoyan is always so quiet. Is it because your mother is here and doesn't dare to speak?"

The beautiful woman with bright red nails seemed to have caught a single interesting prey, and said coaxingly: "Young people should be more cheerful."

"Xiaoyan, do you like that painting by Ellert? It's called "Country Girl". It is said that it is probably the most valuable of his paintings. The painter who became famous only after his death has few works. It is really difficult to collect. Families are mixed..."

Suddenly becoming the focus of everyone's attention and topic, Pei Yan was caught off guard.

He wasn't interested in oil painting, he didn't care how a once unknown painter was rediscovered and became popular, and he didn't know what a country girl looked like.

But he forced himself to remain calm, tried his best to smile approvingly, and picked an unmistakable answer: "...I think she is beautiful."

"Really?" The women looked at each other and couldn't help laughing, "The scenery is quite beautiful, but I don't know where the girl is hiding, and Ellert is really strange, how can a landscape painting be called a country girl? ?”

When the light words fell to the ground, Pei Yan's chest was instantly filled with an almost embarrassing emotion. They swelled up, absurdly cold sweat broke out from behind, and a deep hole was created in the bottom of his heart, wishing to make all the surrounding voices disappear.

He opened his mouth, wanting to add something, trying his best to restore his small and pathetic self-esteem, and in a panic, a gentle voice sounded just right.

"It was during the Industrial Revolution, and some people were nostalgic for the old pastoral life." The gentle and gentle young man said slowly in a tone that was not offensive at all, "There are still imaginable ruins in the countryside, and the countryside The phantom of the girl can only appear in the mind of the beholder."

"The peaceful life is passing by, and the carefree girl has disappeared, leaving only the tireless and never-ending machine." He glanced at Pei Yan, and there was a faint affirmation in his words, "The world in the eyes of the painter at that time , it overlaps with the world we see at this moment, it is really beautiful.”

Immediately after he finished speaking, someone showed a surprised smile: "I knew it was Wen Bai when I heard the first word, it was really well said, oops, just now I was looking for you all over the place..."

Zhuang Wenbai said apologetically: "I heard you were talking about Eilett, and I also like him very much, so I interrupted impolitely, I'm sorry."

"Where did it come from? I didn't know there was such a background behind this painting. Thanks to your explanation, it seems that my husband still has a little vision."

Zhuang Wenbai laughed: "Uncle Yang has a good eye, the girl here is a beautiful image that transcends the world, of course it fits you in his eyes."

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Lao Yang to have such a hand, Manning is really lucky..."

"Come on, don't talk about him like that in person, his tail is going to go up in the sky again."

After Zhuang Wenbai's arrival, the chatting atmosphere of the group was much more intimate than before.

The subtle teasing and embarrassment disappeared imperceptibly.

Taking advantage of the gap between other people's conversations, Pei Yan whispered to the people around him: "Thank you, President."

He often saw Zhuang Wenbai, the president of the student union, at school, and he knew of his rather prominent family background, but he basically had no personal contacts, and he never thought that he would help him out today.

Zhuang Wenbai glanced at him and said calmly, "You don't know that painting, do you?"

Pei Yan froze for a moment, clenched his fingers, and nodded in shame after a moment of hesitation.

"Then you should go and have a look."

To his surprise, Zhuang Wenbai's next sentence was extremely gentle, as if recalling the beautiful moment condensed on the canvas, and the smile on his handsome face seemed kind and sincere.

"you will like it."

The misty moonlight outside the window spread like fog in the night.

Under the starry sky, Pei Qingyuan, Fu Chengze and others walked towards the school gate together.

The high school seniors in the basketball team played absent-mindedly tonight. Coach Xu understood this very well and relaxed the requirements, allowing them to play while thinking about the situation in the teaching building not far away.

Originally, Fu Chengze wanted to drag Pei Qingyuan out of the classroom to explore the situation, but Pei Qingyuan refused, and he sighed for a long time in frustration.

The basketball training and the parents' meeting ended at about the same time, and now they are going to the school gate, and they may meet their respective parents just in time.

"I've improved from the bottom one in the class to the bottom three this time." Fu Chengze looked anxious, "Brother Pei, do you think my dad will praise me? I haven't been praised for my grades since I graduated from elementary school." pass."

Pei Qingyuan was silent for a moment, and tried his best to encourage him: "Yes."

When passing by the third-grade teaching building, many parents came out, making Fu Chengze look forward to it but dare not look, and walked around beside him.

"Brother Pei, you don't talk much today, are you also nervous?" He murmured, "That's not the case, your grades are so good, by the way, who will hold a parent-teacher meeting for you today?"

Pei Qingyuan was about to answer when he suddenly heard him exclaim in shock: "Fuck, it's Tongtong's father!"

The figure in a black suit not far away is quite eye-catching. Most of the people passing by him kept silent, but couldn't help but look at him secretly.

Hearing that Fu Chengze quickly recognized him, Pei Qingyuan frowned slightly: "You know him?"

"Tongtong showed me the photos, and I said at the time that it must be a p, but I didn't expect the real person to be more exaggerated." Fu Chengze said casually, "I will also wear a suit like this in the future, so **** handsome!"

After saying that, he enthusiastically ran towards Ji Banquet, completely ignoring his father who was waving to him on the other side.

"Uncle Ji! I'm Tongtong's good friend!"

Pei Qingyuan: ...

Although he had expected it in his heart, he was still taken aback at this moment.

He always thought that Ji Tong would just make a phone call to the teacher. After all, he can't directly become an adult now, but he didn't expect to see a living "Ji Ban Xing".

So who is this "Seasons Banquet" that looks like an ordinary person?

Ji Tong was happily listening to Fu Chengze calling himself Uncle Ji respectfully, and recorded it as a precious souvenir by the way.

Noticing the appearance of the host who had been away for a day, he looked back with a calm expression, and nodded slightly to the high school student who was walking towards here, with a very bossy demeanor.

so cool.

He has never been so cool in front of the host.

Fang Hao, who is still being a Gundam honestly, is also very excited: "Is this your host? It's not bad, it just seems to be in a normal mood."

"Maybe I'm tired from playing basketball." Ji Tong explained, "The host's daily form is expressionless."

"I think he is watching me carefully." Gao Da was very sensitive to the gaze projected on his handsome shell, "Why does it feel a bit cold."

"It shouldn't be, are you so afraid of the cold? You all have suits and shirts..."

"It's not that cold, hey, I can't tell you." Fang Hao couldn't describe it, so he simply ignored it, and suddenly thought, "Will your host recognize me as you? I bet you, he definitely I can't find that your body has become mine..."

Pei Qingyuan walked to Ji Yanxing and stopped. After a few seconds of silence, his eyes moved away from the perfect face he had seen in the photo, and stopped on Ji Yanxing's wrist.

He looked at the light gold cuff button embedded in the cuff of the pure black shirt, and said softly: "Ji Tong."

Fang Hao:! !

"Does your host know mind reading skills?!" The primary school student's pupils trembled and he was shocked, "This is unscientific, aren't you in an ordinary urban world?"

Ji Tong was also very surprised. While the sight of others was blocked by Pei Qingyuan, the brightly colored cufflinks flashed, as if greeting the high school student in front of him.

"Good evening, host!" In addition to being surprised, he was also a little inexplicably moved, so he asked the host curiously in his heart, "How did you find me?"

"You reached out and grabbed the cufflinks in that photo." Pei Qingyuan replied softly, "I guess you like it very much."