Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

When Pei Qingyuan woke up, he saw the whitish light of the sky leaking from the gap in the curtains, and the air was filled with an unusual coolness.

Seeing the time displayed on the phone screen, he realized that he was trapped in a long dream, and had another rare sleep.

Fortunately, today is the weekend, so it doesn't matter if he wakes up naturally, Ji Tong didn't come to wake him up.

The house is very quiet, Pei Qingyuan opened the door after getting up, but did not see Ji Tong and Fang Hao, not even Hua Hua.

But there was a piece of paper pasted on his door, with a line of writing written on it.

[Xiao Hao and I went downstairs to play, remember to come down after the host wakes up. ]

Pei Qingyuan seemed to have noticed something. He walked to the window and looked around, only to find that it was snowing outside.

Snowflakes were falling one after another, and he looked through several windows one by one. Finally, when he looked out from the balcony, he found a familiar figure.

Next to the flower bed downstairs in the community, Ji Tong and Fang Hao were having a snowball fight. Fang Hao seemed to give up one hand behind his back, but with such a disparity in size and strength, there was still no suspense about the outcome.

The short Ji Tong was knocked down by a big snowball with a thud, and Huahua, who was watching the battle, immediately jumped up to help him pat the snow away. The ground is particularly striking.

Pei Qingyuan stared blankly for a long time, and a trance thought flashed in his mind.

Will it snow like this in his dreams in the future?

After waking up, the details of the dream will gradually fade away, at least for now, he still remembers dreaming of many fragments of real life last night.

The smart assistant named Xiaomei can play videos and music, and can tell jokes to people. Pink flowers will appear on the screen, and she will say in a mechanical voice that she is very smart and will study hard.

These are obviously what Ji Tong has done and said, and even the shell of the smart assistant is Ji Tong's favorite black color.

Perhaps it was the loneliness of the strange boy in the dream that reminded Pei Qingyuan of himself not long ago. Before Ji Tong appeared, his world was a colorful cage, and then it gradually became vivid and warm.

So subconsciously, he felt that artificial intelligence like Ji Tong could help strangers get out of loneliness, so he let Xiaomei appear in the dream.

This wonderful dream should be a splicing combination of real experiences, he thought so.

But why does the voice of a strange teenager make him feel familiar?

It's a pity that the brain's forgetting function for dreams began to take effect, and he gradually couldn't remember the appearance of that voice.

Pei Qingyuan stared blankly for a while, feeling lost, until he saw Ji Tong collapsed again, he realized it in an instant, and walked quickly to the bathroom to wash up.

Beside the flower bed, a tall and handsome classmate Fang Hao was wearing a handsome black coat. He looked down at Ji Tong, who was lying on the snow and panting. Another way to play, you hit me with snowballs, I'll hide, I bet you can't hit any of them."

Ji Tong was dressed roundly, with a light blue down jacket and a dark blue scarf. The mushroom embroidery exposed from the edge of the scarf was the same color as the snow, and the same white flowers rubbed against him.

Snowflakes fell on the soft hair tips. Although Ji Tong seemed to be panting physically exhausted, his expression was very excited. After hearing Fang Hao's words, he immediately widened his eyes vigilantly: "Don't use any form to **** again. !"

"..." Fang Hao's mind was punctured, and he couldn't help taking a breath, "Are you the kind of **** that Yinyin sister said?"

Last time he made an appointment with Ji Tong to fight in the snow, but when the fight really started, the two of them realized how unbalanced the power between a three-year-old child and an adult in his twenties enemy.

Fang Hao, who has a natural advantage, has secretly given up one hand, and if he gives up the other hand, he can only hold the snowball with his mouth.

He was thinking hard about how to make this snowball fight sustainable, when he saw Ji Tong sitting up supported by Hua Hua, continuing to rub snowballs full of fighting spirit: "You are the kind of deadly arrogance that Sister Yinyin said Jiao."

"I'm not!"

"Who are you!"

Ji Tong rubbed a huge snowball as hard as he could, lifted it up and smashed it at Fang Hao.

Fang Hao did not dodge or dodge, calmly watching the snowball, which was not as big as his palm in diameter, hit his chest, scattered into snowflakes and slid down, and said without changing expression: "Oh, it hurts."

"..." Ji Tong withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and sighed melancholy, "Why can't we change our body types?"

"Don't think about it, I also came here slowly from your age." Fang Hao looked at Huahua jumping in the snow, and came to inspiration. He sat down next to Ji Tong and piled up a snowman. When I grow up, I don't want to change back."

"How did you rub a long snowman's body?"

"This is not a snowman, but a snow cat Huahua." Fang Hao paused, his eyes lit up, "Snowflake for short, snowflake, isn't it funny?"

Ji Tong was silent for a while, feeling even colder.

His library of cold jokes at minus ten degrees, even had to bow down to Fang Hao's snowflake jokes at his fingertips.

Fang Hao used generous materials and piled up a huge cat body. Ji Tong was limited and couldn't help, so he simply made other parts of the cat. He gathered the snow in his hands and concentrated on pinching the cat's ears.

Fang Hao took a peek at his progress: "You are quite experienced in making snowmen, they are quite similar to Huahua's ears."

"This is called talent." Ji Tong proudly said, "It's my first time playing with snow."

Fang Hao showed shock: "You are almost twenty years old, and it's your first time playing in the snow. Have you never had a snowball fight before?"

He tried hard to recall his poor knowledge of geography: "Your family lives on the red... no, the equator? It's hot every day?"

Ji Tong said casually: "I live in a place where the temperature is normal, but no one will have a snowball fight with me."

Hearing this ordinary tone, Fang Hao suddenly felt a little sad.

...He began to seriously consider the matter of holding snowballs in his mouth. For the sake of Ji Tong's first snowball fight, it doesn't hurt to let him use both hands.

Ji Tong pinched two cat ears and put them next to Huahua's head for comparison. Huahua immediately meowed excitedly, as if expressing her satisfaction.

Then he stood on tiptoe hard, and carefully put the cat ears on the snowman's round head.

"Will you miss the past?"

Fang Hao heard the little Ji Tong ask this question.

He nodded, then shook his head: "What about you?"

"The things I miss are already in this world." Ji Tong said, "But there will still be a lot of regrets."

"What regrets?"

"For example, I really want to go to elementary school."

"...You're so annoying." Fang Hao suddenly didn't want to hold the snowball, snorted, and muttered in a low voice, "What's so good about elementary school, I don't want to go to elementary school."

"Maybe I can meet a tall and mighty peaked cap brother when I go to elementary school, how nice it is."

The corner of Fang Hao's mouth raised instantly, pretending to be indifferent: "Well, this one is not bad."

"Is there anything you haven't done?" Ji Tong asked him.

"There are a lot." Fang Hao counted seriously, "I have never been to an Internet cafe, I have never driven a racing car in a video game mall, I have never been on a plane, I have never been to the beach, I have never fished..."

"Also, I have never lost in a snowball fight."

He picked up a pile of snow with lightning speed, and launched a surprise attack on Ji Tong's head from above.

Ji Tong didn't notice for a while, he had cool white hair, he reached out and patted the soft snow off his hair, as if he didn't care about it, but looked at the ground between the two of them in astonishment: "What is this?"

Fang Hao bent down curiously and looked down: "What?"

So he also likes to mention the white hair on his head.

When Pei Qingyuan went downstairs and walked to the flower bed, the snow falling in the sky gradually subsided, but there were snowflakes flying in the air.

Ji Tong and Fang Hao are splashing snow on each other, having a great time. In the diffuse snow seeds, there is a cool snowman behind them.

Pei Qingyuan observed for a while and felt that the battle situation was relatively peaceful. Ji Tong should not need help for the time being, so he looked at the snowman and guessed: "Is this a lion?"

Although there is no long lion hair on the snowman's head, its body posture is too domineering, with its front feet crossed and its back feet lazily leaning on the ground, exactly the same as the common lion pictures in books.

Coupled with the appearance of Ji Tong and Fang Hao trying to splash the snow, Pei Qingyuan has reason to think that this is artificially creating the effect of flying lion hair.

In the next second, fluffy and light snowflakes turned around and sprinkled on him.

There were three more voices full of protest.

"That's a cat!!" ×2

"Meow meow meow!!"

Snow falls one after another outside the window. Under the heavy study pressure, everyone is looking forward to the winter vacation and the Spring Festival. The small shop next to the school sells red envelopes, and the atmosphere of the New Year is brewing little by little.

Near the end of the term, every student's time is very tight, and Pei Qingyuan is extremely busy.

The third monthly exam has passed, and he is still the first in the grade without any suspense. The fourth monthly exam, that is, the last big exam before the end of the first semester of senior high school, will be conducted in the form of ten school joint exams.

This time, there will be not only the internal grade rankings of the No. 2 Middle School, but also the entrance examination rankings. This ranking can more accurately measure the performance level of the students to a certain extent. After all, the overall grades of the No. 2 Middle School are very average among the schools in the city.

In addition to preparing for the entrance exam, the provincial level basketball league has also started, and they need to play a few games every week. Fortunately, Pei Qingyuan's city is the provincial capital, so he doesn't need to travel around. Basically, teams from other cities in the province come over.

At the same time, Pei Qingyuan is still working **** the jelly bean robot. After constant exploration and familiarization, he has recently begun to try to weld mechanical parts according to the design drawings.

Every time he came home from school, or when he was resting after studying at home, Pei Qingyuan would sit in front of a special workbench, put on goggles, and concentrate on manufacturing carefully designed parts.

I have to say that this is actually very decompressive, it can make people calm down inexplicably, forget about other pressures in life, and simply immerse themselves in it.

He suddenly understood Fang Hao who was obsessed with building blocks a few days ago, and also understood some netizens who had seen in the forum who spent all their spare time on robots.

Pei Qingyuan didn't say anything, but Ji Tong seemed to understand his mood naturally, and would stay honestly with Fang Hao on the balcony or in the room at this time, leaving him the quiet living room.

On a night when the moon was sparse, he finished training and returned home alone. Recently, he ignored Fu Chengze's protest and did not let Ji Tong go to the gymnasium to accompany him every day.

After discovering that Ji Tong has his own friends and can go to other worlds, Pei Qingyuan experienced subtle psychological struggles, and finally forcibly suppressed the unexplained panic, rationally thinking that Ji Tong should have his own time and life , instead of always passively attaching to oneself.

Although Ji Tong is nominally a system serving him, Pei Qingyuan never regards this as an affiliation, they are equal friends.

The light in the living room was on, and through the clear glass door, he saw Ji Tong and Fang Hao staying on the balcony again, and the star lights beside them twinkled.

But today they didn't play chess face to face around the round table, but sat shoulder to shoulder with their backs to him, one big and one small lowered their heads, as if they were chatting quietly, Fang Hao was much taller, but his legs were restless. Dangling back and forth, Ji Tong, who was motionless and calm, was made to look like a little adult.

The two figures from the back in the winter night looked a little lonely.

Pei Qingyuan's mood became a little melancholy as he unreasonably thought of the figure from the back in the dream.

He thought of the unanswered question again, can artificial intelligence feel lonely?

Pei Qingyuan walked towards the balcony, thinking about what to say in his mind, when he suddenly heard the sound of splashing water.

And Ji Tong's excited voice: "I'm hooked again!"

Pei Qingyuan walked to the glass door, only to see a long water basin in front of the two of them, in which were swimming many common fish in the vegetable market.

Fang Hao looked at the fish caught on his hook, and then at the empty bucket at his feet, and said angrily, "It's just a temporary lead, I'll catch up soon!"

Ji Tong chuckled: "Anyway, this one is braised in soy sauce, and the next one will be steamed as you like. The host's braised sauce is very skillful."

As he said that, he heard the sound of the glass door opening behind him, turned his head and greeted happily: "You're back!"

Pei Qingyuan: ...

The loneliness he thought disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Give him a ton of imagination, and he would never have imagined that Ji Tong and Fang Hao would set up a pond on the balcony to compete in fishing, and at the same time they had planned the funeral of these fish quite thoroughly.

"I'm back."

Pei Qingyuan responded calmly, looked around, then looked back at his workbench, and said calmly: "I'll make jelly beans."

The fishing competition on the balcony was still going on. In the room with warm yellow lights, Pei Qingyuan carefully welded the iron bars, and the long mechanical legs of the jelly bean robot took shape.

In short, there is an unusually harmonious calm in the air.

It's just that a piece of braised fish occasionally pops up in his mind inexplicably.