The system makes me a good person

The rescued beauty let go of her hand with a stiff face, and the big brick that had been carried for an unknown amount of time fell to the ground with a "smack", and the thin layer of cement was smashed and cracked...

When fleeing with a group of Ma Ge and others, the black-rimmed glasses on Fang Mumu's face were glorious again, and the other leg of the glasses was also seriously injured, and he was holding the glasses with the broken leg framed by the index finger and thumb , struggling to survive.

Without glasses, the highly myopic Fang Mumu's eyes were blank and out of focus, but he could hear the voice clearly. As soon as he heard Song Jing's voice, his tense body relaxed, and he leaned against the wall with some weakness. He didn't want to say anything for a short time. In a word.

Song Jing pursed his lips into a smile, it didn't look like being brave at all, it was more decent to be cowardly like this.

Song Jing shot, even if there is a saying that two fists are hard to beat four hands, but his force value is placed here, and he can even deal with these melons and vegetables on the scene alone. Although he has suffered a few times, but overall It is good.

Using a discarded nylon rope found on the roof of the warehouse to tie up the group of crooked melons and split dates, Song Jing waved to Fang Mumu, "Come on, hold on to the rope, I'll go push the cart."

Fang Mumu didn't ask Song Jing why he did this, he grabbed the rope Song Jing handed him, and looked at the seven or eight guys who were tied together at the other end.The roles were reversed, and the guys who just murmured to look good for themselves became losers moaning under the rope, feeling that life is a bit magical.

And in just two days, the person who stirred up his unchanging life was Song Jing.

Song Jing quickly drove out on his super cool bicycle, Yang Yang raised his jaw, "Send them to the police station, you are the one who suffers, tell us how they bullied you."

Fang Mumu pushed the glasses subconsciously, but his hands were empty before he realized that the glasses were disabled again, and they were lying on his hands miserably.

"Oh." Fang Mumu nodded, and handed out the rope, "I'm going to find my bicycle."

Song Jing took the rope and said to the crooked melon cracked date inside, "Help your boss, I will lead you to drink tea, if anyone resists, hehe, the one surnamed Ma is your role model."

"Dare not dare." A group of people suddenly shook their heads like quails.

Song Jing was more ruthless than them, and more tolerant than them. Fights were almost fatal. They were all average in force, and they usually used their numbers to bully others. Brother Hei was the worst A group of cowards who are usually responsible for collecting protection fees, just bluffing.

Song Jingliang and the others didn't dare to resist. They probably thought it was better to fall into the hands of the police uncle than to fall into the hands of the big devil.

"It's quite self-aware." The system complained silently.

I saw the people tied together by the rope stumbled behind Song Jing, either you stepped on my foot, or my knee hit your leg, but no one complained, keep your mouth shut and go as fast as possible. The child escaped from the clutches of the Great Demon King Song.There was also a brother Ma who was dragged by two people with their arms crossed like a dead dog. He was stepped on several times along the way, and he woke up in pain, woke up and passed out.

Song Jing dragged a group of zongzi and walked not fast. After walking a short distance for about ten minutes, he saw Fang Mumu who was staring at a [-]-foot antique car in a daze at the entrance of the alley.

"your car?"

"Ah?" Fang Mumu was at a loss.

Overwhelmed by Fang Mumu's blank eyes, Song Jing tugged on the rope, "Let's not talk too much, take this bunch of zongzi to the police station, and take them to the police station, it's annoying to death, come and help."

"Oh, oh." Fang Mumu nodded repeatedly, because the world in front of him became a blur of different color blocks. In order to be able to see the road clearly, he held up the glasses with his broken leg in front of his eyes, and the world became clearer.I saw a rope appearing in the clear world. Looking up along the rope, I saw a slender and powerful hand, and then looking up along the arm, I saw a handsome and handsome face. Under the bright street lights, his eyes were piercing and shining brightly.

very nice.

"Hey, don't be in a daze, grab the rope and go to the police station with me, settle this matter and go home early, or my mother will worry again." Song Jing muttered, "Fang Mumu, Fang Mumu, Fang Mumu, this The name is chosen according to the personality."

Fang Mumu's mouth twitched a bit, but he didn't say anything in the end. He lowered his head and followed Song Jing firmly, grabbing the rope.

Song Jing pushed the cart, saw Fang Mumu's cowardly look, and began to preach for the first time, "A big man should hold his chest up and walk with his head held high. He should not lower his head and shrink his shoulders, just like a little daughter-in-law abused by a wicked mother-in-law. Nothing. Why did I ask you to grab the rope and look at those behind you, they are the bastards who bullied you just now, but now, the rope you are holding is tying them up. The contrast is so big, why didn’t you raise it a bit? Confidence."

"It's you……"

Song Jing stopped for a while, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes at the pitch-black sky. Before he could speak, the crooked melons who were trapped together spoke flatteringly, "Brother Song's martial arts are world-class, and he is unified The rivers and lakes, for thousands of generations, have swept away thousands of armies, and it is our honor to be tied up by you."

Song Jing: "..."

Fang Mumu: "..."

Song Jing glanced at the man speechlessly, "I've seen a lot of martial arts, my mind is full of fighting and killing, low-level, no wonder I can only be a young man." Then he said to Fang Mumu: "I know you What do you want to say, I mean these people are subdued by me, not you."

Fang Mumu nodded vigorously.

Song Jing looked at him weakly, "You can show off your power, or you can pretend to be a tiger. You can feel the feeling of bullying others through role inversion."

Fang Mumu didn't understand, "Oh."

Song Jing raised his forehead, it is really difficult to teach how to be a bad person.

[You're so stupid, how did you become a good person. 】

[He is much better than you. He has been number one every year since elementary school, and his test scores are among the best. He has never been second, and he is soft on scholarships.His family was poor, but he didn't complain. On the contrary, he was kind-hearted. He was a good boy, and he would be a good person in the future. 】

【Does it mean anything to study well? If you stutter when you talk nervously, what should you do in society! 】

The system gave Song Jing an answer, [Great philanthropy is not accomplished in a day. We have already evaluated his life. He was very miserable in the early stage. Yuan was very short, and died of serious illness in less than forty.Now you help him, reduce his suffering when he was young, and let him benefit the society more after he becomes famous.In this way, you can get merit points from him, and let him bind you voluntarily in the future, and the merit points he gets from doing good deeds can be shared with you. 】

Song Jing looked at Fang Mumu, who was walking silently with his head down, with a vague expression. It's a pity that such a Fang Mumu died before he was forty.

Time passed slowly in the silence between each other, and soon arrived at the police station, where the police were eating instant noodles, and they could smell the old sauerkraut from afar.

The policeman held a sausage in his mouth and watched Fang Mumu bring in a row of "zongzi". Not messy at all.

They are all regular customers of the police station, and they know the rules here very well. After entering, they squatted down with their heads in their hands, smelling the smell of instant noodles, several stomachs rumbled, and the sound of swallowing saliva kept coming and going.

"Uncle policeman, let's report the crime."

The policeman looked at Song Jing, and then at the group of "zongzi" on the ground. They felt that the standing one looked more like a bully.

"I saw them bullying him. When Lu saw the injustice, he yelled. When it was time to strike, he was punched by them a few times. Finally, these villains were subdued and sent to you to receive education. Fang Mumu."

Hearing Song Jing calling him, Fang Mumu opened his eyes wide and innocently looked in Song Jing's direction.

"The police uncle will uphold justice for you, and tell the police uncle how they bullied you."

"I, I, after school, school, back, on the way home, on..."

Little policeman, old policeman, "..."

Song Jing: "..."

Fang Mumu wanted to cry, grabbed the hem of his clothes, his knuckles were white, he was nervous.

The experienced old policeman with the tea mug brought Fang Mumu into the room with a friendly smile and asked questions such as how old he was, what his name was, what grade he was in, and how his academic performance was. The atmosphere was harmonious and his speech was gentle. Fang Mumu relaxed, and although he stuttered a little, it was much better than the stuttering almost word for word just now.

Some of the "Zongzi" were old faces, and with the feedback they got from asking Fang Mumu, the police soon knew the ins and outs, and they asked Song Jing briefly before letting them go.

Song Jing stepped out of the gate of the police station, and glanced at the half-eaten bowl of instant noodles on the duty table, with a marinated egg floating in it. It was a rich meal in a simple meal, but they interrupted it. The instant noodles were cold, and there were dots of oil floating on the noodle soup.

It's not easy for anyone.

"Boy."

Song Jing turned his head, not understanding why he was calling out again.

The smiling and kind police uncle took a bucket of instant noodles and handed it to Song Jing, then reached out and patted Song Jing's shoulder, "Hey, the young man has good muscles. He's good at what's right, this is your reward, and we will meet again in the future." Do what you can, the police uncles do not encourage you children to fight against the evil forces alone, protect yourself first, call the police if you have something to do."

Song Jing looked at the instant noodles and a flavor on the duty table.

"Haha, courtesy is light and affection is heavy, accept it."

Song Jing accepted it, with a slight strange feeling in his heart. He didn't know whether he should raise his head and raise his chin to sneer, or lower his head and say thank you. Because of the entanglement, his face remained expressionless.

The police didn't take it too seriously, and after giving Song Jing the instant noodles, he went to pick up the group of "zongzi".

It just so happened that a little policeman came out from inside, and with a nervous expression, he went to the old policeman's ear and said a few words, and looked at Brother Ma lying on the ground several times. Words like "at large".

Later, he took the instant noodles and left without knowing more.