The system makes me a good person

Song Zhiyi was dazed for a moment by the delicious food in his mouth, looked at his son who had turned back to the busy kitchen, and talked to his wife beside him in a daze: "Xiaojing made breakfast for us?"

Shen Xiuru was also a little unbelievable, "It feels like a dream."

"Aiyo." Covering the arm pinched by his wife, Song Zhiyi regained consciousness and pushed his wife, "Go and brush your teeth and wash your face, you can eat right away."

"It's not a dream, so go quickly." Shen Xiuru hurriedly turned around and went upstairs, and didn't do any morning facial maintenance exercises. She just brushed her teeth, washed her face and went downstairs to eat, her speed was much faster than her husband's.

When sitting at the table, Song Jing had already brought out the cooked noodles, and he had already sat down and started eating.

I put a piece of noodles into my mouth, and nodded with satisfaction. The softness, hardness, and thickness of the dough are the most suitable level. The noodles covered with soup have a slight toughness. The teeth will break with a light bite, and the teeth chew There is a slight elasticity when it is cooked, and the noodle fragrance is blended with the soup, which makes the taste even better.

Eat noodles with chopsticks and take a sip of soup. The soup is contained in the mouth, and I can’t bear to swallow it for a long time, but there is more bowl of soup noodles in front of me. If I don’t eat it while it’s hot, it will smell fishy when it’s cold. I can only swallow it painfully. Go down, after swallowing, there will be endless aftertaste, and the lips and teeth will remain fragrant.

"It's so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious noodles at my dad's place." After taking a sip, Shen Xiuru kept praising her son. She had already praised Song Jing, who was good at cooking, to the point that she was even better than a national treasure chef. Degree.

After hearing this, Papa Song's eyebrows stretched. After filling his empty stomach with delicious food, his whole body became alive, as if he had endless energy to devote himself to his busy work immediately. "Xiaojing's noodle is a teacher, and it's almost the same as the old man's. What's in it, why does it feel so delicious?"

Dad was more rational, so he exaggerated that Song Jing's noodles were excellent, but he didn't exaggerate to surpass Lao Zhangren.

"I just put the small yellow croaker in our refrigerator and the pickled vegetables that Aunt Liu pickled some time ago." Song Jing replied casually, "The pickled vegetables made by Aunt Liu are a bit heavy, so I took away some of the freshness of the small yellow croakers."

"Yeah, I feel the same way. Xiaojing's yellow croaker noodles are so delicious. It's good to keep the pickled vegetables I made." Auntie Liu sighed while holding the soup bowl. Her cooking skills are just average. After the wife and husband got older, they advocated a healthy diet. They basically pursued the original taste when cooking at home, and ate it when the pot was slightly hot. It really felt like I hadn’t eaten such delicious noodles for a long time.

The whole family ate very happily, and Song Jing, who spent a little merit, was also very satisfied, [This merit is worth it, the dishes that were originally mediocre, but the merit value has been raised to the level of a master, I decided, I To earn a lot of merit points, I will use a little every time I cook in the future, so that my parents will be healthy and healthy. 】

The system complained, 【Not to cook, you also have to increase your merit.There are many merit points, in the future...]

The system paused, and the choking tone suddenly changed into a serious voice, just like the first time Song Jing heard the system's self-introduction, [Host Song Jing failed to prevent Wang Bingbing and Li Gang from going astray , 5 points of merit will be deducted. 】

[Fuck! 】Fortunately, the last bit of noodles was swallowed by the soup, otherwise, after hearing this reminder, I would not be able to eat it no matter how delicious it is.

Suppressing his anger, Song Jing pushed the bowl and chopsticks and stood up, "Mom and Dad, I'm going to school." After finishing speaking, without looking at his parents' faces, he went upstairs to change his clothes, took his backpack, and rode his bicycle go out.

With the buffer of this short time, Song Jing's anger eased a little. After leaving the community, he stopped at a random place, called up the light screen to check, and the number of merit points on it had changed significantly—— — Merit value: 10 points.

16 is a bloody and glaring red letter, and the 10 o'clock is even more exaggerated than before, with dynamic effects added. It vibrates from time to time, accompanied by a short "buzz", reminding Song Jing that he is in a very dangerous situation now. If it falls below 10, it enters the burning phase.

"MD, what the hell are these two bastards doing?!"

Song Jing rubbed his face hard, and fidgetily took out his mobile phone to Wang Bingbing and Li Gangze, and turned them all off.

"I wipe!"

He also called Wang Bingbing's sister and Li Gangze's uncle. The former turned off the phone, but the latter only answered the second call. Li Gangze's uncle asked lazily, "What are you doing, Xiaojing? Call me early in the morning?"

In the background, there are women's screams and men's coquettish voices. Li Gang is a young uncle who can play well. Uncle has the best relationship, and he is also credited for leaving the place early.

"What about Gangzi?"

"Haha, he must be sleeping at this point. If I know where he is immediately, there will be a problem. You say yes, baby." This last sentence was said to the people around him.

Song Jing vaguely heard a voice from the other end saying, "Ah, the young master asked sister Yanhong to play with him yesterday."

"..." Song Jing was speechless.

"That kid still goes to school. Why are you looking for him now? I'll meet you in your classroom later." After speaking, he threw the phone aside and couldn't stand being teased by the people around him. He rolled over again, what kind of best friend? The family's son and nephew's friends are all enough to forget.

Over there was already upside down, Song Jing hung up the computer, hugged his head, and didn't move or speak for a while.

The system called tentatively, "Song Jing?"

Song Jing didn't answer, but started to ride his bicycle, riding fast in the cold autumn wind in the early morning on the less populated streets.

"Song Jing, this is not the direction to go to school." The school time is coming soon, the system reminds that the merit point is only ten points, and the situation is very passive. In order not to fall below the 10 mark, Song Jing had better study hard. Be a good student so as not to deduct points in unnecessary places.

Song Jing didn't answer, and quickly arrived at the Xuandong Bar against the wind. At this point, there are still people who have been up all night walking out with a hangover-like face and dragging two limp legs.

The security guard at the gate knew Song Jing, so he let him through without any embarrassment.

Song Jing took two steps in three steps, quickly ran to the private room on the corner of the second floor, pushed the door and went in, his movements were integrated without any pause.

There are seven or eight men and women lying horizontally inside, the room is full of tobacco and alcohol, and heart-piercing songs are playing on the stereo.

Song Jing immediately mentioned the person closest to the outside, he knew this person, a young man under Heige's subordinates, with a non-mainstream hairstyle collapsed into a chicken coop, dark makeup messed up, mouth full of alcohol, "Why, why are you catching labor and capital?"

"Where are Li Gang and Wang Bingbing?"

This private room was specially reserved for them by Uncle Li Gangze, and no outsiders were accepted.How many times did I say yesterday that I was not allowed to contact Brother Hei again, but the two of them came over and continued to contact Brother Hei. Song Jing felt that his authority was being challenged, but he also felt the powerlessness in the face of life.After all, they are best friends, and their experience in the future is so miserable, he really wants to change, but it turns out that he is still too careless.

Blindly believing in the future shown to him by the system, thinking that the timeline is according to that development, completely forgetting that human beings themselves are the biggest variable.With his own changes, how could other people develop according to the "script" unchangingly.

Ma Zai yawned, tears and snot flowing down his nose, mixed with the makeup, making a paste. "You ask me, who am I to ask!"

Song Jing sneered, pinched his neck and lifted him up, "Where are you, man?"

Being lifted by the neck, Ma Zai's face flushed red, and all the drowsiness disappeared. When he saw the person in front of him clearly, he wanted to yell fiercely, but when he was caught by the neck, the sound he made was like being hanged, "I c you... ..."

Song Jing tightened his hands, "Where did Wang Bingbing and Li Gang go? Tell me!"

Ma Zai was frightened by Song Jing's aura and didn't dare to continue to show off his power. He told everything he knew like beans in a bamboo tube, "Wang Bingbing and Li Gang are going to follow Brother Hei to do big things. Buy a suite in Linhai City in minutes. They said you didn’t go, and they might tell their parents that it would ruin their good deeds. Hei Ge proposed that he could participate in advance, and they nodded and left.”

"When did you leave?"

Song Jing loosened his hands a little, allowing Ma Zai to speak more fluently, "I wandered here all night, and drove straight away at three or four o'clock in the morning."

"Where did you go?"

"I do not know."

The hand tightened again, and Ma Zai burst into tears, "Big brother, big brother, don't, let go, let go, I really don't know, I'm just a kid, how do I know where the bosses are doing big things, no This qualification."

Song Jing was full of hostility, but his expression was surprisingly calm and indifferent, as if what he was holding was not a human neck but a lifeless piece of wood.

Just hold your hand a little tighter...

"Song Jing, stop!"

Song Jing let go of Ma Zai's hand, and Ma Zai fell limply to the ground. He looked down at Ma Zai, who was soft into mud, and smiled softly. Song Jing's legs are fast.

"Ah!" Ma Zai was kicked and fell onto the coffee table, the toughened glass was broken, and his whole body was sunken in like a bent shrimp, he didn't faint, he groaned and groaned in pain.

Such a big movement had already woken up the people in the room who were sleeping like dead pigs. Everyone stared blankly at this scene. The door was opened, and the waiter from the bar rushed over, but Song Jing had already left.

He went back to school, but didn't go to the classroom. He strolled to the playground, sat down on the parallel bars, found out the cigarettes he bought on the way from his bag, took one out and lit it, and the smoke slowly exhaled from his mouth. Looking at the sky, I didn't think about anything, and I didn't want to do anything.

The system, who was silent all the way, said: "The boy you beat is not a good person. He has a history of theft and drug trafficking. If you beat him, no merit points will be deducted."

The author has something to say:

I finally went home. It was raining or preparing to rain when I went to Yangzhou for a few days. All the travel plans I made were ruined. The weather was humid and stuffy. I just walked numbly when I went to the scenic spots. I just wanted to go back to the hotel quickly_( :3ゝ∠)_I don’t know if it’s the restaurant I’m looking for or the food in Yangzhou is just like this. It’s sweet, I don’t like it, I can’t eat it, the same is true for my friend’s wedding banquet, I didn’t eat a few chopsticks==

Thank you Moon Cage Sand Baby for the mines, okay?