The system makes me a good person

After saying hello to his parents, he went upstairs with the late night wontons made by his mother. Song Jing closed the door with his long legs, dropped his bag on the sofa, and sat at the desk with the wontons in his hand.

It's not a small wonton stuffed with seaweed and dried shrimp soup, but a big wonton wrapped in meat and shrimp. After taking a bite, half of the shrimp wrapped in meatballs also went away.The wontons were salty and fresh, with only the sweetness of the shrimp itself, which was very suitable for Song Jing's appetite. Half of the large bowl of wontons was removed in a short time.

After the stomach was half full, Song Jing slowed down the speed of eating, and the system also jumped out to show its own sense of existence. It came to mock Song Jing.

"I didn't expect that when you were reprimanded so obediently, you didn't dare to look directly at your brother, like a thief who did something wrong."

"I did something bad." Even if only I know about this bad thing, how cruel the original fate is, then I feel so guilty now.

"It's good to know, your brother is the only one in your family who can clear it up. Your mother spoils you too much, and your father spoils your mother. You are the little bully in the family. You want the stars and not the moon. If you don't clear it yourself, this Take jujube pills at home."

"En." Song Jing didn't say anything to refute, but silently agreed.It's not that his elder brother didn't preach before, and even beat him when he was disobedient, but in the end his mother stopped him, and his elder brother was beaten for this.

"Fortunately, I have your brother."

"Yes." Song Jing poked the wonton, held back for a long time, and finally said, "It's a good thing I have you."

"Thank you, I actually don't want to have you at all." The system was forced to become a system, "Forget it, let you understand yourself. Fang Mumu is the target of your strategy. After understanding it, I will tell you surprise."

As soon as the voice fell, the system interface popped up, the map button was pressed, and the pop-up map interface directly displayed Huimin Community, with a moving golden dot on it, and Fang Mumu over there.

"I will give you a free operation, and you will have to pay merit points for similar operations in the future."

Song Jing was used to the system requiring merit in everything, so there was no big reaction.

The system said it doesn't matter, "The map can still be upgraded, but the upgrade also requires merit points, and you have to meet the requirements of passing the merit points. You are still far behind. Let's talk about it later. Now, click on the golden dot representing Fang Mumu."

According to the words, Song Jing clicked on it.

The map interface suddenly changed to a surveillance video from God's perspective, and the protagonist of the video was Fang Mumu.

Huimin Community was originally built as a house allocated to the workers of the cotton textile factory. The former cotton textile factory was a state-owned enterprise with an iron rice bowl. The double-employees in it were big men who were envied by everyone. At least they had to work for more than ten years to be allocated a house. old workers.

The place where Fang Mumu lives now is the house his grandparents used to get. Units are divided into houses. There is only a collective property certificate, and private property certificates are not available. Small-property houses are the biggest difficulty in demolition.

Their house is on the second floor, there is no light in the stairs, Fang Mumu went upstairs in the dark, found his own door in the messy corridor full of sundries, took out the key to open the door, a stale musty smell came over his face .

What followed was the slow and regular sound of the reclining chair creaking, and the old lady's hoarse abuse, "The little bastard comes home so late every day, and makes such a big commotion, you're going to die. And your mother The same is a broom star, who goes to a high school, spends a lot of money, doesn't make money, eats and sleeps with his old lady, and looks unlucky every day, putting on a face for the banker to see."

Fang Mu closed the door numbly, stood at the door, and called out "Grandma" softly.

"Sangmenxing's voice is a little bit louder, who is he calling it for, he is a dead old lady."

Fang Mumu's thin, blood-colored lips pursed and drew into a straight line.

Fang Mumu's parents divorced, his father was fired because of a wrong work operation, and his unemployed father began to drink heavily, beat his wife and children when he was drunk, and repented when he was sober. time performance.

Later, Fang's mother couldn't take it anymore, so she left the house and took Fang Mumu to divorce. Because she had no skills and no place to live, she took refuge in her natal family. From the age of 11 to the present, Fang Mumu was ridiculed by her grandparents and other relatives. , Abuse and belittle those who grew up.

The population of this house of less than [-] square meters is far beyond imagination.

The original spacious living room was divided into a small room with plywood, where the aunt lived with her husband and stepson, and there were two other rooms, one for grandpa, grandma, old couple and mother, and one for The uncle's family, the uncle is about to welcome a second child, and that small room will soon accommodate four people.

Composite boards are separated by a block on the east and a room on the west, making the room narrow and crowded. In the only remaining living room, there are grandma’s reclining chair and a folding table. There is a radio on the table. Because the quality is not good, The original babbling local opera sounded even hoarse, like a woman's mournful cry in the middle of the night.

The table and the floor are full of cartons that have been made or are waiting to be processed. It costs one yuan to make, which is what grandma usually does.

"What are you doing there, as a memorial tablet, get out of here, get out of here, I will poke my heart when I see your face like a mourner."

Fang Mumu breathed a sigh of relief, carefully moved between the cardboard boxes, and slowly moved to the aisle leading to the balcony. In order to use more space, the aisle left after the room of the aunt's house was built was enough for a person to bend over Going outside, even if this is the case, there are still things like washbasins and hot water bottles in the aisle, ropes are still pulled on the wall, wet clothes and pantyhose are hanging on the ropes, and smelly shoes are also thrown away casually. Here, mixed with the suffocating air of the room, it was even more disgusting.

When he got to the balcony outside, Fang Mumu let go of his suffocated breath. The absence of grandma's nagging scolding in his ears also made him a lot happier. It is clear to let grandma scold twice and yell to get out of here every day when he comes back. of.Otherwise, the old lady would not stop scolding her for an hour or two for disrespecting her.

A small half of the small balcony was separated by Fang Mumu, and the partition was opened, and the thick cloth curtain was opened. Inside, a narrow bed was placed against the wall, and beside the bed was a very small table, which was piled up with Books, a small square stool behind the desk.

These are all of Fang Mumu's belongings.

Turn on the small desk lamp on the table, the gray color can only illuminate a square inch of the place, Fang Mumu happily took out the bucket surface from the backpack and put it on the table, and used the dusty schoolbag to block it, and bent down from under the table He took out a cardboard box, opened it, took out the enamel jar with the paint peeled off inside, and turned around to pour water.

"Little Chi, what kind of water do you pour in at night? I don't need coal or money to boil water. Prodigal son, mourner, why don't you die."

Faced with grandma's scolding, Fang Mumu poured a whole glass of water back to the room and started making noodles.

Waiting for the face to finish, he took out the book and started reading.

By the way, he also opened all the windows, the cold wind blowing in made people shiver, but it also blew away all the scent of instant noodles.

Fang Mumu's No.1 is achieved by his tireless study and continuous hard work. He can get a scholarship if he does well in the exam. It is his only way out to go to university and leave this place.

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"You have excellent conditions but you don't know how to cherish them. Fang Mumu has almost nothing. His father doesn't love him and his mother doesn't love him. The pressure of life is so great, but he didn't have the idea of ​​a newspaper, and he still has a kind heart. Tell me, you are sorry who."

Song Jing was silent, he really didn't expect that the conditions of Fang Mumu's family were so bad, and his own living environment was so bad.

"You, don't be born in the midst of blessings and don't know your blessings. Use your own conditions to do good deeds and benefit the society."

Song Jing: "..." Good people and good deeds, he will still do them.

"You've also seen Fang Mumu's situation. How to get him to bind you willingly is up to you. Now, I'll send you the reward." The system's voice changed, and it was that serious voice again. "Help the great benevolent Fang Mumu once, and get 2 points of merit. I hope the host will continue to work hard."

Song Jing saw that the constantly jumping merit value of 10 points changed to 12.

Just like the previous reduction, the increase will not bring him any change. The only thing is that the number will no longer jump.

"I don't feel anything."

"Of course, it's easy for you to feel it. Do bad things, and if it falls below 10 points, you will feel it immediately." He belched all of a sudden, sent to the judge to accept the verdict, and then entered the eighteenth floor of hell to be tortured. The speed is very fast Fast, one-stop service.

Song Jing: "..."

Song Jing: "Forget it, it feels good not to have it."

The map interface has disappeared. Song Jing poked the button, and only a flat map came out. To use the projection function, you need merit points.He poked the system interface with his finger again, wanting to find out what principle this light screen floating in the void can see through but also touch. Looking at it, he saw a very, very small line next to the "Map" button. in fine print.

If you compare the words on the system prompt to fists, then the small words in that line are like sesame seeds, and they are arranged against the frame, almost blending with the frame.

"System mall?" Four words in one line, so small that they doubted life.

"It will only be activated if the merit value is above [-], and it's useless if you see it."

Song Jing silently took out his notebook and added a few lines on the basis of yesterday:

1. The system has a map function, which needs to be upgraded, and merit points are required to use the projection function.

2. The system has a mall, and I don’t know what is sold in the mall.

3. The system is a system with a story, with a poisonous mouth and a cruel heart, ha ha.

system:"……"

System: "In front of me..."

"Oh."