He came from the system to save childhood

The little boy relaxed his pursed lips and broke into a smile, as if the sun was shining into the dark alley for the first time. The scarred walls looked more beautiful under the sunlight, and the moss and various grasses that had not seen the sun for years seemed to have become part of the beautiful scenery.

Cheng Shiyuan couldn't help but sigh: "Xiaoxia, how can you look like this? You are prettier than the girls in the class, you are so unfair!"

Cheng Shiyuan learned this from his love-brained father.

The kid blushed and lowered his head without saying anything. Cheng Shiyuan didn't mind and kept chatting with the kid about the embarrassing things about his father, occasionally stuffing a strawberry into the kid's mouth.

This is what it feels like to have friends.

The little guy likes it very much. The milk in his hand is sweet, the strawberries are sweet, and the bread is sweet. The bitterness that has been lingering on his body for a long time seems to be melted away by the sweet taste.

Don't want to lose friends...

The little guy secretly cheered himself up and vowed that he would protect his friends in the future!

The children had nothing to do at the morning parents' meeting, as everyone gathered in the playground to play. In previous years, the kids would find a small corner to read by themselves at this time.

But this year was different. Cheng Shiyuan dragged the kid to play together, even though the kid didn't know how to play those games and couldn't keep up with the conversations of his peers.

But no one despised the little kid. This was a small city and everyone's family was similar. Cheng Shiyuan didn't make friends with kids with bad personalities, so the atmosphere was very good.

Not until all the parents had left did Cheng Shiyuan and his younger brothers stuff the snacks they had bought into the little guy's hole, and generously gave the younger brothers several bags of potato chips.

Prices in small cities are cheap, and even if Cheng's mother doesn't give him money, Cheng Shiyuan's small treasury can treat the whole school to snacks without any problem. The younger brothers look at him with more and more admiration.

Cheng Shiyuan even took the initiative to ask the class teacher to transfer him and Xiaozaizai to be classmates.

"Don't worry, little hero. I will tutor you and make sure you get first place in the next exam!"

They have quizzes every month and the rankings can change at any time.

The little cub nodded and whispered, "Okay!"

The day ended with Cheng Shiyuan constantly feeding and tutoring. Cheng Shiyuan was full of energy, and with a new friend as his classmate, he was even more busy.

In front of the teacher, he fed the little boy potato chips, which frightened him. The teacher pretended not to see anything and said to herself, this is a rich boy, his grades are okay, this is a rich boy, his grades are okay...

After school, the little guy usually walks home. In fact, the school is not far from home. The reason why his father sends him home in the morning is probably because he wants to instill the idea of ​​studying in him early in the morning.

Today is a rare relaxing day because there is no one-on-one teacher today. The little guy breathed a sigh of relief and secretly took out a diary from his backpack to record today's happiness bit by bit.

This journal is all his little spaces, breathing room.

I started doing my homework after I finished writing it, but obviously the time at night is limited. I couldn't feel the passage of time when I was writing my diary, but now I feel the difficulty when I start writing the test paper.

It wasn't because the questions were difficult, but because of the dim lighting, poor sound insulation, small room, and the father who beat him last night. These environments and memories made it impossible for him to write.

The test paper in his hand seemed to have turned into countless chaotic symbols. The little boy tried hard to concentrate, but he could only write a few words.

He seemed... sick, with a disease that prevented him from writing the test paper at home. It was ridiculous, but that was the reality.

But he still had many test papers to do, and the homework assigned by the teacher was not finished. In the cold house, the little boy was sweating. He still had so much homework...

As I wrote, I became more and more anxious. Big tears fell down and hit the test paper, spreading into a dark color. I couldn't stop the tears from falling. It seemed that as long as I stayed in this space, there would only be sorrow.

What is the end of learning? Grades, showing off, face, pain, hardship, and disappearing happiness.

Maybe learning is inevitable, but it shouldn't be painful.

Because he couldn't finish the test paper, the little boy couldn't stop crying due to the great panic. His father's fist seemed to be about to fall on him mercilessly without any tenderness.

That wasn't what the little boy wanted, but he tried hard enough.

Perhaps it was the pain in his body that had not yet healed that told him that if he didn't finish writing, he would be greeted by a storm. He wiped his tears vigorously and wrote almost by sticking to the test paper.

In the dilapidated house, the sound of opening the door was terrifying and harsh, and the people who came in were just like the sound, and even their words were more terrifying than the sound.

"Have you finished your homework? Let me see it."

The first thing Mr. He does when he gets home is not to ask his child whether he has eaten well at school or encountered any interesting things that day, but to check his homework first.

It seems that in their eyes, the only thing that matters is a perfect score.

The little boy timidly handed over a few completed test papers. In fact, his parents were not educated people and could not even read a few words. Therefore, they limited their children to go to school well in order to have a future.

But there are tens of millions of roads in the world, how is it possible for everyone to take the same road?

People with quick minds are suitable for studying and can become elites. They even find it easy. But some people rely on extremely hard work. Everyone's genes and IQ are different, so how can it be easy?

But will stupid people be eliminated by the world?

Obviously, He's father and mother did not have this understanding. Although they did not understand the test paper and the words, they clearly found that the test paper written by the kid today was obviously much shorter than before.

He's father got angry on the spot and slammed the test paper on the small table so hard that even the table legs were shaking.

"What's going on? How come you only wrote so little today?"

The kid couldn't lie. He just sat on the bench numbly and said nothing, but his hand holding the pen was shaking.

The violent tendency will never end from the beginning. He's father slapped the kid on the spot, but this slap was not on the face, but on the head.

But the pain didn't subside at all, and it wasn't just physical pain.

"Write it well! Don't go to sleep if you can't finish it. I was already upset because you got second place in the exam, and you were fined by your boss at work! Nothing goes smoothly!"

Father He irritably asked Mother He to cook for him, but he didn't notice the little kid who was too quiet behind him.

While the parents were looking at their children's test papers, the children also gave their parents a test paper and erased their parents' wrong answers bit by bit on the test paper to help them cheat, until the eraser was used up and the thin test paper was shredded with all the corrections.

The child can't even fool himself.