Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

When Gundam returned home after a day of patrolling, he found that the only adult in the family, Pei Qingyuan, looked at him strangely.

"Are you acting bravely every day?"

After reading the news report sent by Fu Chengze, Pei Qingyuan searched the Internet again, and found that there were more than one elementary and middle school students who had been helped by the mysterious citizen surnamed Gao. The time was concentrated in the few days after Fang Hao appeared. Among these younger student groups, he has been affectionately called the peaked cap brother.

Pei Qingyuan's impression of Fang Hao's system is basically childish and playful. He likes to play some popular games among children. He thought that he might spend every day in the video game city, but he didn't expect that he was actually killing evil for elementary school students and cleaning up all kinds of hooligans. .

Hearing this, Fang Hao took off the peaked cap he used to cover his face during the day, showing a stern and handsome face, and said modestly: "It's just a matter of little effort."

He can't affect the development of the main line in this world, so he can't be with Pei Qingyuan all the time like Ji Tong, and Ji Tong can't play with him all the time, so he has to find something to do by himself during the day.

Fang Hao is very curious about the elementary schools in this world. On the second day of his arrival, he wandered around the nearby elementary schools by himself and bought a bunch of snacks such as spicy fries and potato chips.

He accidentally saw an elementary school student being bullied by a senior student, and immediately shot him. As a result, he was out of control and became addicted to helping others.

Social gangsters and bad students who bully children are stopped and punished. This obviously has nothing to do with Pei Qingyuan's main plot. Fang Hao didn't receive any reminders or warnings, so he simply showed his skills and punched hard. Ji Tong watched him every day They all seemed to be having a good time, and of course they were very supportive.

At this moment, he saw Pei Qingyuan's thoughtful expression, felt that he could read emotion and envy from the other person's eyes, and immediately said generously: "Do you also want to be as strong as me? I can teach you a few tricks. "

It just so happened that he had also voluntarily promised Ji Tong before that he would help his host increase his force value.

"..." Pei Qingyuan was a little surprised, "Teach me some tricks?"

He was thinking about the news influence brought about by Fang Hao's unintentional actions. After all, the combined reading volume of various channels is almost tens of millions, but according to the growth rate and curve, this amount of communication has basically come to an end. Because this news only received a certain amount of attention in the local media, and there was no splash on the national online platform.

This in itself is a good thing without too many gimmicks. The main people who will pay attention to it are middle-aged parents with children in the local area, not the young generation who are most willing to spread and have the loudest voice.

This report was noticed and shared by a high school student like Fu Chengze, entirely because Fang Hao's back in the photo was captured quite handsomely, plus the surname Gao.

Using this as a reference, we can see how difficult it is to read more than 100 million in the main task.

This event must jump out of this city and have a certain influence across the country.

Fang Hao didn't know what was going on in his heart, and said proudly: "Yes, I come from a fantasy world, where there are all kinds of exercises and cheats. I integrated some basic exercises during the body training period and absorbed them. The essence of it has been condensed into a few routines and ultimate moves, not only are the moves neat and beautiful, but it is not difficult to learn, and it is definitely enough to clean up ordinary people in the modern city after learning."

Afraid of triggering a warning, he also specially emphasized: "This does not affect the main line. Modern society does not rely on force to rule the world, and you will not participate in any martial arts competitions, right? Anyway, it is mainly for physical fitness..."

And pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger when necessary.

The topic suddenly jumped to the fantasy world, and Pei Qingyuan was stunned when he heard it.

Ji Tong on the side suddenly remembered the thugs in suits who had imagined before, and excitedly said: "I want to learn too! Does the host want to learn? Let's learn together. After you learn it, you will definitely be more handsome than Xiaohao!"

Xiao Hao was dissatisfied: "Hey—"

Before Fang Hao's protest came out, Pei Qingyuan simply nodded: "Study."

What Ji Tong said makes sense.

And no man can refuse to be a martial arts master.

But before that, he had one more question to ask.

"Why do you say your surname is Gao?"

Fang Hao thought for a while, there should be no Gundam in this projection world, and Pei Qingyuan probably wouldn't understand it, so he waved his hand and said, "How can I leave my real name when I do good deeds, because I'm tall, so my surname is High."

After Pei Qingyuan listened, he silently shifted his gaze to Ji Tong who started to play dumb and looked up at the sky.

That's how Fu Chengze used to become Brother Gao.

Ji Tong covered his face, laughed dryly, and jumped off the sofa pretending to be calm: "Let's go, let's practice martial arts!"

With short legs, he solemnly tried to move the sundries in the living room to make enough space.

Pei Qingyuan watched him struggling to push the chair higher than him, a smile flashed in his eyes, he immediately reached out to help him lift the chair, and easily moved it aside.

"Xiao Ji, you are only so young, you can't use it even if you learn it. If someone locks your throat, you lock your legs."

"Don't call me Xiao Ji! I'm going to grow up soon, and I'll need it then! Right host?"

"right."

So he has to work harder to think about how to accomplish this small goal of 100 million.

In the quietly approaching winter atmosphere, students in Class Three and Class Three began to put on sweaters under their school uniforms.

Although the windows of the classroom were tightly closed, everyone still felt a bit of chill inexplicably, spreading quietly from the seats at the back of the classroom.

The boy sitting in the front row rubbed his arms, glanced back secretly, and whispered to his deskmate: "Do you feel that the monitor is colder now, and the cold is sharper?"

Lin Zihai recalled the coercion of being surrounded by Pei Qingyuan when he went to Chengde for an exchange, and calmly analyzed: "It seems that the monitor's aura is the same as his test scores, and it will improve."

Pei Qingyuan's grades in the first monthly exam were already amazing, but he improved again in the second monthly exam. He directly got full marks in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and his scores in other subjects were close to full marks.

So almost the entire third class was secretly looking forward to a champion in the city's college entrance examination in their class. Of course, they dared not speak out, for fear of bringing unnecessary pressure to the class leader.

The deskmate sighed with admiration: "It's amazing, all of these can be improved, and I can't even improve the speed of taking a shower."

"Speaking of which, I heard from my mother that the uncle who came to hold the parent-teacher meeting for the class monitor is not only handsome, but also has a particularly powerful aura, one look can make a nonsense talker shut his mouth tightly."

Lin Zihai speculated reasonably: "Could this be near Zhu Zhechi?"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly realized.

So Pei Qingyuan gradually discovered that in his spare time, when there were no wrong questions to ask, some students in the class would dangle beside his seat inexplicably, sometimes shivering from the cold, but then they would try to show a A strong smile, as if waiting for something good to happen.

Pei Qingyuan couldn't understand it.

He is learning fighting skills from Fang Hao recently. These improved moves originated from the fantasy world have extraordinary momentum. He has just learned it, but he has not yet been able to retract it freely, which makes him look much colder. Lian Jitong saw that He looked like a three-year-old martial boy practicing martial arts.

Ji Tong, who was constantly monitoring everyone's movements, sensed the confusion of the host, and said with a smothered smile, "Ruan Ruan, do you want to know the reason?"

"...I don't want to." He buried his curiosity very rationally, and changed the subject, "Do I really want to patrol alone tomorrow?"

In order to test Pei Qingyuan's learning achievements, Fang Hao proposed to let him go alone in various alleys where vicious incidents frequently occur, to see if he can find gangsters to practice his skills.

After all, Fang Hao's force value is extraordinary, and there is too great a height gap between Pei Qingyuan and his only junior brother Ji Tong, it is really impossible to fight.

"It's not alone." Ji Tong corrected him, "Xiaohao and I will observe the host's situation in the tree all the time."

"On a tree?"

"Yes, we're going to be two leaves. If there's no suitable tree, two little advertisements on the wall would be nice."

For such a commemorative moment, of course he had to choose a position with the best view to watch the match.

"By the way, Ruan Ruan, can you wear a suit tomorrow, okay? You don't seem to have a suit yet, let's go buy one!"

"..." Pei Qingyuan's rationality scored twice, "Not good."

The little robot stared at him eagerly: "Then will you wear it well next time?"

Pei Qingyuan couldn't refuse his gaze, so he said, "We'll discuss it next time."

His system seems to enjoy seeing humans in suits.

"The host is really nice!"

In the long-awaited hope of the two childish ghosts, Saturday came.

Pei Qingyuan walked alone in various alleys that he had hardly been to before, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart.

In the past, he hardly had a chance to fight. The only time he almost got into a fight this year was with Fu Chengze, whom he didn't know at the time, but it was resolved by Ji Tong in advance.

With the purpose of practicing his hands, he went to deal with the little **** he had never met, but he didn't know how to do it.

Do you want to start with the action of hooking your finger at the little **** like Fang Hao?

Moreover, under the guidance from Fang Hao relayed by Ji Tong, many places he went to were very peaceful, without even a shadow of a person.

"Could it be that my reputation is too great during this time, and they dare not come out?" Fang Hao's tone was stinky.

"It's already twelve o'clock, aren't they still sleeping late?" Ji Tong began to criticize, "Too lazy, even lazy than Huahua."

Hearing the two voices from Ji Tong, and imagining the two leaves dangling on the branches, Pei Qingyuan laughed.

He passed a street corner and passed three or four laughing young people.

The sun is bright, and the shop windows on both sides of the street are bright and clean, creating a peaceful and tranquil scene.

When Pei Qingyuan turned the corner and walked to another road, he saw a boy who looked like a middle school student standing there blankly in front of him.

He was at a loss, looking at himself reflected in the glass window beside him, his expression was uglier than crying, as if he had lost the most precious thing he had.

Looking at this childish face full of despair, Pei Qingyuan seemed to see himself a few months ago.

The smile on his face faded, he subconsciously stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The junior high school student was stunned, and tears suddenly fell when he heard a stranger asking himself: "They clearly said that the last time was the last time, so they won't ask me to borrow it from now on..."

"Is it those young people who just walked away?" Pei Qingyuan asked him, "What did you borrow?"

"Yes, money, wallet." The junior high school student broke down in tears, "I thought they would only take money, but why did they take away the wallet this time, there is a picture of my mother in it..."

Pei Qingyuan took a deep look at him: "Wait for me here."

Huang Mao was looking at the restaurant across the street, and his companion flipped through the wallet in his hand, and said, "Six big bills, this kid is richer than me, I didn't notice last time, this bag looks good, do you want it, Brother Sun? "

"No, it's yours, just give me the money." Huang Mao waved his hand, "It looks quite new, you cleaned up the useless things inside, let's go to the restaurant to rub it."

"Okay, Brother Sun is so arrogant, next time I catch him, I will give Brother Sun a new one."

The companion smiled and took out the money in the wallet and handed it to him. He was about to turn the whole wallet upside down and shake it into the trash can when he heard a cold voice behind him.

"Give me the wallet."

Huang Mao and his party looked back in astonishment, and saw a high school student. They looked at each other a few times, and couldn't help but said, "You are talking to us? Why, do you want to learn from others and do good things?"

Their tone was relaxed, but their faces showed hostility. One of them dropped his cigarette **** and stomped it out, as if he was ready to do something.

But under the gaze of these unfriendly eyes, the high school student who was alone was not afraid, hummed lightly, and instead took the initiative to approach them.

The brand-new banknotes were quickly scattered all over the place.

A perfectly textured leaf swayed excitedly on the treetops blown by the cold wind.

"I'm such a genius coach." It swayed and bumped into the leaf next to it, and said, "Your host is so handsome now, it's all thanks to me."

Ji Tong bumped back: "That's what the host learned with all his heart, and the two of us can only share half of the credit, and the other half belongs to the host."

When the host walked up to the sad-looking junior high school student, it always reminded him of himself who walked towards the host.

"I don't care, it's my credit."

"It is not."

Two leaves bumped back and forth, fell from the tree, and were carried by the wind to the corner of the street.

The junior high school student stared in disbelief at the wallet that had returned to his hand. He quickly opened it, and there was nothing missing inside. His mother smiled quietly in the photo.

He laughed first, then cried again, and said incoherently: "Thank you, thank you!"

"It's okay." Seeing him holding his wallet tightly, Pei Qingyuan said suddenly, "Is your father treating you well?"

"Well!" The junior high school student seemed to understand what he wanted to ask, and whispered, "Dad is working too hard, I don't want to make him angry... as long as they don't ask me to borrow it next time, it will be fine."

"Don't believe the bad guys, tell Dad." Pei Qingyuan said softly, "He won't be angry, it's not your fault, he will try his best to protect you."

You need to communicate with your family, and you need to ask reliable adults for help when you can't solve the troubles. The innocent people who have been hurt don't need to live with guilt.

These are things the system taught him.

When the junior high school student heard what he said, his expression was blank again, as if hesitating, wondering whether he should believe it or not.

Pei Qingyuan looked at this child who was much shorter than himself, saw the confusion and bewilderment on his face, reached out and patted his head lightly: "Do you remember?"

In this slightly overwhelmed enthusiasm, the junior high school student stopped struggling and nodded vigorously: "I remember!"

The light fallen leaves flew past them.