He came from the system to save childhood

The little boy was dragged to the classroom where the three teenagers went to school. This was the first time for the little boy to see a school, a desk, and a teacher.

Dad said that studying is useless, so he didn't send the kid to school. Before he had seen a school, the kid had no desire to go to school, but now that he has seen it, he feels a little envious.

He also wants to go to school.

There would be a lot of people accompanying him at school, right? Although there were a lot of people accompanying him now, their eyes were all strange, and the little boy couldn't understand.

He was surrounded, and a group of people looked down upon him as he rushed to the last level with his game console. The surroundings suddenly became restless.

"Damn! He's worthy of being the follower that the big brothers found. He's quite interesting!"

"Hey! I'll give you money if you help me get to the last level! I want to show off to my friends!"

As one of them finished speaking, several checks were slapped insultingly on the kid's face or stuffed directly into his clothes.

They think these actions are very cool, because many of their brothers and fathers in the family use this posture to give money to others, without any idea of ​​the psychology of the person being given the money.

But even if they knew, what would it matter? They spent money!

The little boy was stunned for a moment. The people around him looked at him with ridicule and mockery. The laughter was endless. The little boy didn't understand why they were laughing, but his heart was swollen and sour. Why?

Tang Chen, the gentle-looking young man among the three young masters he brought with him, came out to act as a good-looking guy after seeing enough of the fun.

"That's enough. Don't go too far."

The gentle boy suddenly became serious and shocked everyone else. The air suddenly became quiet, but in the little boy's heart, Tang Chen was like a hero.

A sense of dependence emerged, and the little cub subconsciously moved closer to Tang Chen, but he didn't notice the strange look that flashed across Tang Chen's eyes.

Like a dark snake coiled on a tree, it will bite your neck when you relax your vigilance and sit under the tree to rest.

The hip-hop boy, Xiao Chu, made an irritated "tsk" sound.

"How boring! Why are you being such a nice guy when there's nothing to do?"

"He is not a good guy, hehe, it's even more fun..."

The young man Fang Xi, who was wearing a cross, grinned widely, and the people around him couldn't help but take a step back. They looked at the little kid with pity in their eyes, just like the way the butler looked at the little kid.

But the little cub didn’t understand anything. He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t find anything wrong. He was just like an ignorant little rabbit entering a tiger’s mouth, and even thanked the tiger for its protection.

"Okay, we are all good friends, let's play together, right?"

Fang Xi smiled exceptionally cheerfully, but it was a slang, and the eyes of the people around him instantly burst into strange colors.

These were words that only people in their circle could understand, like an imperial decree. People around them cheered and rejoiced, making the little guy seem out of place. No, he was not from their world.

As more and more money was stuffed into the kid's body, those people deliberately hit the money on the kid's face or scattered it on the ground for the kid to pick up.

The little boy looked at Tang Chen helplessly, the only person who was gentle to him. Tang Chen noticed it, bent down, put his arms around the little boy's neck, and whispered in his ear.

It seemed as if the temptation to pull made the little cub a little dizzy.

"If they give you money, you just take it. After all, what's in your pocket is yours, right?"

The little guy nodded subconsciously. Tang Chen was good to him, so everything he said was right.

Seeing the little kid squatting down obediently to pick up the money on the ground, Tang Chen's eyes flashed with extreme happiness, as if he had obtained a toy he really liked.

It's just that he was too good at hiding it. His expression was still as gentle as that of an elegant and well-educated noble young master in the Middle Ages, and he could easily gain the trust of others.

If you take the money you have to work, this is an eternal truth.

So the little guy was like an assembly line worker, and just like the protagonist of yesterday's dress-up game, playing the same game over and over again, but it was different from a dress-up game.

There will be provocations this time. They will verbally attack the kid and call him a waste. If he is slow or fails to pass the level by accident, he will be scolded for being useless if he can't even do such a small thing.

These words may not seem to make any sense once or twice, just like He's father often says that the kid is a money-loser, and he shouldn't care about it.

It's just that I was tortured by the numbing game all day and penetrated by countless identical words. It was like doing some experiment, trying to see what would happen if a person did different things every day, but repeated them every day, adding insulting abuse into the mix.

When will this person's will fade away?

Or, when will he become a madman?

The children of rich people may be dissolute, righteous, smart, or... a madman who is obsessed with playing with human nature.

The sense of accomplishment that the money spent brought to the little boy, and the insulting words when he failed in the game made the little boy extremely nervous. He began to fear losing the game or being a little slow.

He kept his energy high, he wanted to do his best, but the more he cared about his condition, the worse it became. The game console in his hand slowly became heavy, and sweat of nervousness seeped out of the little boy's forehead.

Until I lose the game again and again.

"Ashi! What the hell is this! The fight is not as good as the one my dog ​​plays with!"

"Trash is trash, how could you think you were so great!"

"Hey kid, I paid you to beat me up like this, do you want to pay a price?"

The purpose of these people only became clear now. The little boy looked again in confusion at Tang Chen, the only person he felt dependent on, but he couldn't find him anywhere.

Just like a puppy that has lost its master, the little cub looks around, but who among the people here would not be a young master who is held in high esteem if he were released?

Now he is being ignored, and this brat is looking around without answering the question.

In an instant, the people surrounding inside became angry. The bench where the little kid was sitting was pushed hard, and the whole little body fell to the ground, at a loss.

"How dare a dog ignore me? Do I look easy to talk to?!"

The ignored boy stepped on the little cub's face, squeezing the bones on his face to the ground. The pain made him feel suffocated, and he couldn't help but look around for help.

But there was no mercy in the eyes of the people around, only gloating and excitement, as if violence and bullying were the fire that ignited the wood, and the air became hot.

The three people who brought the little kid were nowhere to be seen, and only dozens of unfamiliar faces were looking at the little kid with ill intentions.