Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!

Chapter 118

This night was completely off track, no one cared about the unknown scumbag at the door with poor eyesight and mathematics, Chi Xia dismissed him very perfunctorily and quickly, closed the door and turned around, only to laugh with Fu Yinyin You have to lean forward and backward.

Because Fang Hao, who was sitting alone on the sofa and turned into a puffer fish, was so funny.

With an angry face and clenched fists, coupled with this dinosaur home suit, it feels like a raptor will roar in the next second.

Ji Tong laughed so hard that tears were about to flow, and his voice comforted him intermittently: “Don’t…don’t be angry, he will definitely come again, and I will beat him up for you then.”

Fang Hao glared at him: “Don’t laugh!”

Hateful World Limits!

Originally, when he went to Ji Tong’s world last time to play, he could change his appearance at will. At that time, he pretended to be a fictitious Ji Banquet to help Little Brother Pei hold a parent meeting.

But because of the different types of plots, the restrictions in this world are stricter. Once you enter, you will be suppressed into a childish form. Not only your age, but also your appearance cannot be adjusted.

He is destined to be a little black boy with a very different style of painting.

Ji Tong immediately wiped away two tears that came out of laughter, and holding back his laughter, he said, “I didn’t laugh, but I cried because of you.”

Fang Hao continued to stare at him: “Do you think I’m a three-year-old child?”

“No.” Ji Tong stroked his cut-cut hair, and corrected him solemnly, “You are a six-year-old child.”

To be exact, it was actually a ten-year-old kid.

As soon as he finished speaking, the laughter in the room grew louder.

The only adult woman present, Chi Xia, originally wanted to pay attention to her image, but seeing the two little dinosaurs bickering together, she couldn’t care less about her reserve.

She hadn’t smiled so much in a long time.

The third little dinosaur was the calmest among them. He walked to the kitchen, tiptoed up to pick up the freshly cooked crayfish, and brought it to the dining table in the living room.

“Let’s eat the shrimp first, it will be cold in a while.”

After getting along with Ji Tong for a long time, Pei Qingyuan is well versed in the skill of diverting the attention of foodies.

Smelling the strong spicy smell, Fang Hao really raised his head and looked over.

Looking at Pei Qingyuan, who has had a cold expression since he was a child, he was actually a little moved.

Brother Xiao Pei was the only one who didn’t laugh at him.

Then he can reluctantly admit that the other party is a little more handsome than himself.

Fang Hao sniffed, ready to climb off the sofa and flee to the embrace of the crayfish.

“Thank you little Brother Pei—”

In the next second, Pei Qingyuan saw Ji Tong reach out and pinch Fang Hao’s dinosaur suit hat hanging behind him, and he was carefully lifting it up, ready to quietly put it on Fang Hao’s head to create a complete dinosaur.

childish ghost.

So he finally laughed.

Amidst the laughter in the room, a dragon roared: “Brother Pei, how can you do this! Don’t laugh at me!”

Immediately afterwards, there was a soothing voice from the gentle elder sister with a smile: “Don’t be angry, I will cook crayfish for you every day from now on. I have already learned this cooking method, and I can learn others.”

So, every day that follows, looks a little bit alike.

Spicy crayfish, looking downstairs with binoculars, a luxury car drove into the community, and a scumbag knocked on the door.

The difference is that when the door opened, what the men saw was no longer the familiar face, but three cute children.

The child in the lead stood out in appearance, probably because of the darkest complexion.

He would sneer and squeeze his fists, and without waiting for anyone to speak, he would cut to the chase and say, “Sister Xiaoxia is cooking, come and play with us first, shall I?”

…that statement sounds so outlandish.

The man surrounded by the little dinosaurs either looked blank, or thought he had gone to the wrong door, and he didn’t know what he was going to face.

The fire was burning, and the aroma wafted from the kitchen, adding color to the wailing that sounded a moment later.

There is only a wall between heaven and hell.

Perhaps this is the real cremation Shura field.

Come in a luxury car and go in an ambulance.

Fu Yinyin, a junior high school student, checked the progress of the task and couldn’t help sighing: “Is this an added element of winning with salted fish? My task panel seems to be silly. Not only do I have no objections, but the progress of abuse of scum has skyrocketed.”

Ji Tong was a little worried at first: “Will they call the police after being injured?”

“No, there is no law in their eyes.” Fu Yinyin didn’t care, “This kind of world is too logical to make it up. If everyone is reasonable and doesn’t mess around, how can there be kidnappings in car accidents?” Hate Haiqingtian?”

…seems to make sense.

So while Fang Hao was showing his skills, Ji Tong was also eager to join, and Pei Qingyuan beside him instructed his movements: “Use this part to exert strength.”

Ji Tong tried to punch, and asked the host with bright eyes: “Is that so?”

“Well, the method is right, but not strong enough.” Pei Qingyuan said patiently, “Try again.”

Watching a kid teach another how to punch his own humanoid sandbag:  …

Little harm, highly insulting.

In addition to this group of scumbags who came up one after another to be beaten, there was also a scumbag who was the most guilty and never had the courage to go upstairs.

That is, No. 1 scumbag, Mr. President.

The president who stood downstairs watching and waiting every day happened to escape the fate of being disfigured and injured.

But he didn’t escape the downpour that drenched people into drenched chickens.

Three children in dinosaur clothes lay neatly on the window, looking at the storm outside, the glass windows were knocked by the raindrops, and there was a feeling of the end of the world.

Fang Hao clicked his tongue: “This rain is heavier than the day when my host’s strength increased and I went to seek revenge from my old friend.”

Pei Qingyuan considered a more realistic question: “Will it rain so much in this season and at this latitude?”

Ji Tong draws on the window where the hot air in the house condenses water mist: “It doesn’t matter, it means the typhoon is coming.”

After he finished drawing, he withdrew his hand and patted it with satisfaction: “Come on, let’s go and see what the No. 1 scumbag looks like up close.”

Fang Hao didn’t want to go to the rain to beat people up, and he didn’t want to suffer the trauma of being excluded again, so he turned his head and said, “I won’t go.”

After Pei Qingyuan left with Ji Tong, Fang Hao picked up the binoculars and was about to watch the fun from a distance. By the way, he complained about Ji Tong’s works: “It’s so childish.”

On the glass with colored window grilles, in the moist mist, there are five stick figures drawn in a circle, with a flower in the shape of a cat’s paw print in the center.

Fang Hao couldn’t help but said to himself: “Huahua is not here.”

He does miss that cat with a heart on its butt, though.

The clear lines are gradually covered by hot and humid mist, and the water droplets are dripping quickly, and the painting will soon disappear.

Holding the binoculars, Fang Hao stretched out his fingers with a look of disgust, and re-drawn the stickman and the cat’s paw.

In the round and clear outline drawn by the fingertips, the lights of Wanjia dimly flickering in the abundant rain are reflected again.

The two girls who were watching TV behind them smiled and looked away, tacitly not to expose this very arrogant and violent kid.

“I hope this year will be longer.” Chi Xia said reluctantly, “It’s the first time I feel that Chinese New Year is so fun.”

Fu Yinyin’s smile showed emotion: “Time flies so fast.”

Pei Qingyuan, a high school student who was still preparing for the college entrance examination last year, and his little friend Ji Tong.

This year, it has become a couple of college students working hard together for the future.

What about next year?

Hosts and systems… where does the future of this pair of natives and travelers go?

She really wanted to know what the world restricted by rules would look like in the end.

She also hopes that every year in the future, she can still say happy new year to them.

Contrary to the dim and lazy warmth in the building, Mr. President, who was being chilled by the rain, felt even colder when he saw the two children in his vision.

Ji Tong carried a bag, took out a newspaper and two small cushions from it, and spread them on the middle steps of the stairs on the first floor, so that they would not be wet by the rainwater that drifted in.

Then he took out a box of Huadiao iced crayfish, a few pairs of mini disposable gloves, and two cans of Coke from the bag Pei Qingyuan was carrying.

Recently, they have developed a variety of ways to eat crayfish, and this method is suitable for eating at any time.

Originally, Ji Tong planned to watch a movie tonight, but thinking about it carefully, how can the movie on the screen be as good as a lively scumbag in the rain?

After the preparations were completed, he put on his gloves and started happily. Pei Qingyuan hesitated for a while, then finally put on his gloves and picked up a plump crayfish.

The sound of the rain hitting the scumbag is really delicious.

Ji Tong observed the front while eating, and said casually: “No. 1 seems to be a little more handsome than the others, and it’s a cool style.”

“Yeah?”

“…Only in this world.” Ji Tong flexibly turned a corner, “If the scope is expanded a bit, my host must be the most handsome.”

With the cover of a child, he dared to talk nonsense again.

Pei Qingyuan responded calmly, and handed over the peeled crayfish.

Ji Tong, who ate it in one bite, squinted his eyes contentedly, and asked on a whim, “Do we look like childhood sweethearts?”

After finishing speaking, he corrected himself: “No, it should be a bamboo horse.”

Pei Qingyuan listened to the nagging in his ear, and carefully peeled off the next crayfish.

If he and Ji Tong really grew up together like this, it would be the best thing he could imagine.

Ji Tong is the most special “person” he has ever met.

If… Ji Tong was really human.

Perhaps, the three systems with different personalities that he knows are not just artificial intelligence.

System, memory, soul, mission, next world… Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, intertwined with the rain curtain hanging from the eaves.

The continuous water column slammed on the wet ground at night, and crystal clear rain flowers bloomed.

The red-colored shrimp shells were thrown into the bag, and Pei Qingyuan, who had finished peeling the second shrimp, said softly: “Did you love crayfish so much before?”

“I didn’t eat before…” Ji Tong swallowed back the word “pass” in time, and almost choked, “What before?”

Under the light of the corridor, the host’s expression was not turbulent: “I remember you used to say that you only wanted to eat spicy crayfish, but these days you seem to like all flavors.”

False alarm.

Why are you half talking!

Ji Tong breathed a sigh of relief silently, and forcibly continued his own words: “Because sister Xiaoxia cooks crayfish for Fang Hao in different ways every day. There are many delicious flavors that I have never eaten before.”

“Yeah.” Pei Qingyuan lowered his head to peel the shrimp, the shadow cast by his eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes, “Go back and make it for you.”

Although the host’s answer sounds normal.

But Ji Tong, whose heart was pounding, still looked away, and decided to look at the miserable rain drenched man for a while to suppress his shock.

And Mr. President, who watched the crayfish eating broadcast for a long time, finally couldn’t stand still. He walked slowly towards the light, and sat down one meter away from the two of them.

If he had realized who the person he loved was earlier, perhaps he would have had a child of this age.

He knew that these two children knew Chi Xia’s younger sister, not long ago they walked out of the house he had been staring at for a long time and went downstairs.

…although I don’t know why they come here to eat.

Children’s thoughts are always confusing.

Three shadows, one big and two small, met on the ground, and the atmosphere fell into a strange stalemate.

After a long while, Mr. President looked at the two children who had stopped eating shrimp, and the Huadiao iced crayfish in the lunch box, and tried to lower his hoarse voice: “Did she make this?”

After he finished speaking, he realized that at their age, they might not be able to understand such vague references. He was about to reorganize his words when he heard the little boy with fairer skin say crisply: “I won’t tell you, scumbag!” !”

Mr. President: …

Even children know that he is a scumbag.

A wry smile appeared on the man’s usually stern face, he hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Why tell us you’re sorry.” After getting along for a few days, Ji Tong already liked this gentle and considerate elder sister very much, and said angrily, “And is it useful to say sorry? How can you treat someone who likes you like this!”

I didn’t expect this thin and quiet kid to be so eloquent. The drenched Mr. President was startled, and whispered: “I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t hurt her, and I shouldn’t have lied to her when we first met. she…”

Ji Tong originally listened to the scumbag’s confession with a straight face, but as he listened, a chill suddenly crept up behind him.

Why the more you listen, the more familiar you become?

No, he has a guilty conscience.

Especially when Pei Qingyuan is sitting beside him at the moment.

The host must not be allowed to learn this terrible crematorium operation.

Ji Tong cleared his throat and interrupted Mr. President: “Sister Xiaoxia will not see you, nor will she go downstairs.”

Just disappear and stop being an inspiration to others!

Then he took off his gloves, started to pack the half-eaten crayfish box, bumped the host with his elbow, and whispered, “Shall we go back?”

Pei Qingyuan helped him tidy up cooperatively: “Okay.”

But before turning around to leave, he suddenly turned around and asked the silent man, “How does it feel to live alone after your lover disappears?”

Mr. President raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the cold-faced kid who hadn’t said a word just now.

He didn’t know why a child would ask such mature questions, and whether he could understand his answers.

But immersed in the seemingly endless icy rain, he still opened his mouth in a strange way.

“That feeling…like the whole world just disappeared.”

The embarrassed man sat there alone.

“There is nothing but a blank space.”

It’s still raining.

So Pei Qingyuan withdrew his gaze, led Ji Tong upstairs with a dazed face, and never looked back.

“We’re a lot like a pair of bamboo horses now.”

He belatedly answered the sentence that Ji Tong asked casually before.

Ji Tong was still thinking about the meaning of the conversation between the host and the scumbag just now, and he let out a dumbfounded oh.

The next second, his palms were gripped even tighter by the people around him, as if they were about to be embedded deep into the bones, and the two small figures overlapped and reflected on the wall, almost merging into one.

In the silent corridor in the noisy rainy night, the host’s cold and stubborn voice echoed.

“So, we’ll grow up together too.”