The system makes me a good person

"sorry."

"Huh?" Song Jing felt a little surprised when the system that was dragged down to [-] would actually humiliate.

"I urged you to use up that point of merit. If you don't use it, 11 points would be better."

"If I'm determined, it's useless no matter how hard you push me." Thinking of his parents' bright smiles and enjoying gestures when they ate noodles in the morning, Song Jing felt that this was not in vain. As long as nothing inexplicable happened, the merit value would always come up. of.

"You are quite filial." The system was silent for a while. After knowing Song Jing's future direction at first, he looked down on him very much. After getting along with him for less than a day, he found that this child is actually not bad. The filial piety of parents is true. "Let me inquire. An unexpected situation occurred within 24 hours of system binding. The merit value is about to drop below 10. The purpose of system development has not yet been achieved. There should be some remedial measures. Before I come back, you'd better Be quiet, I don't want to collect your body when I come back."

Song Jing shrugged, "For the sake of my life, I will definitely keep myself safe."

The system didn't answer, it should be busy, just ask.

Song Jing was very curious, how did the system consult, could it be that he went back to Yan Luodian and bargained with King Yama?

Song Jing thought too much, the system was just a small role, and he couldn't be summoned by King Yama.

Not to mention these things, Song Jing felt lazy and unable to lift his spirits. A cigarette in his hand turned to ashes without taking two puffs. Did not dissipate.

"You, why don't you, don't you go to class?"

Song Jing turned his head and saw the little stutterer he saw last night, it was really destined.

"It's class time, and you're not here."

Fang Mumu pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He seldom speaks in front of people because he is always nervous. The more nervous he is, the more he is afraid of saying the wrong thing. Keep your nerves under control. "Teacher, call me. If you have something to do, go to the teaching office. I saw you here, so I came here."

Song Jing stammered at Xiao Xiao. With the glasses on, his eyes were no longer dazed and out of focus. When the thick lenses were viewed from the front, they could see circle after circle of lines, which was very powerful.Those bastards must have seen him being bullied last night and beat up his glasses. Now one lens has some tiny cracks, one side of the glasses leg is broken and wrapped with tape, and they are wearing old clothes that no one knows who eliminated them. Fat and big, it looks smaller and more pitiful.

Song Jing suddenly wanted to show kindness, jumped off the double poles, grabbed Fang Mumu's arm and walked towards the wall, "Could you climb over the wall? I'll take you to get a pair of glasses. Don't want this kind of thick black frame. Come here." Rimless glasses, your eyes are so beautiful, how ugly they are when they are blocked."

"No, no, no..." Fang Mumu twitched his buttocks, resolutely refusing to follow Song Jing.

Fang Mumu didn't have much strength, but his arm was like a sweet stick. Song Jing was afraid that if he used more strength, this little arm would break.

"Why, I won't let you pay, I'll take you there."

"No!" This time Fang Mumu said loudly and simply, but under Song Jing's gaze, he became nervous again, "I, I...that, you said, safe."

"Safe?" Song Jing didn't come back to his senses at first, and then recalled how delicate and beautiful Fang Mumu's face was blocked by thick bangs. Before he had enough strength, it was better to block it. "Those were glasses with thick frames.

"No!" It was a flat refusal again.

Song Jing looked at the timid but resolute Fang Mumu with great interest, "If you don't speak well, I'll get angry."

Fang Mumu is very sensitive to people's feelings. He could tell that Song Jing wasn't really angry, so he relaxed a little bit, "I, no, you buy it. I will make money by myself, and I won't take no credit for it. Lu."

Song Jing stared at him, saw that his eyes were clear and resolute under the broken lens, and slowly let go of his hand, "That makes sense."

Fang Mumu slightly curved his mouth and smiled.

Laughing makes the face that looks plastic because of his timid temperament even more brilliant.

Song Jing staggered his eyes, muttering to himself, he really looks like a disaster.

After communicating back and forth, Fang Mumu found that Song Jing was not as domineering and barbaric as others said, nor was he a brave and brainless bad student. Gradually, he was not as nervous as he was at the beginning, and he spoke a lot more smoothly. "I went to look for you when the self-study was over, but you were not here. I will return your hat when I go back later."

"You don't need to pay it back." Song Jing put his hands in his pockets and walked forward, "I'll give it to you. Can I refuse this, or Brother Song, how embarrassing I am."

Fang Mumu was stunned for a moment, then nodded after a while, realizing that Song Jing was walking with his back to him, unable to see, so he replied, "Yes."

Almost at the teaching building, Fang Mumu looked at Song Jing who was stepping on the stairs, and said hesitantly, "The teacher will scold you for the smell of cigarettes on your body."

Song Jing turned around, stood on a high place and looked up at Fang Mumu, who was looking up at himself, and suddenly put his hand on Fang Mumu's head. His shiny black hair was soft and smooth, just like the few bolts of fine silk her mother got in the summer. Like ironing the palm of your hand.The soft hair is the same as Fang Mumu, and he has a soft personality. He is a good student who is afraid of the teacher and well-behaved.

"Who am I, am I afraid?"

Being pressed on the head was a bit uncomfortable, but Fang Mumu's personality was obedient and obedient, he just tilted his head slightly and struggled, "Forget, forget."

"Why are you stuttering again? The two paragraphs you said just now were pretty good. I thought you stopped stuttering."

Fang Mumu pursed his lips, but did not answer.

Song Jing felt a little bored, let go of his hands and went upstairs, walked out of four or five steps, waved and said, "Goodbye, little stutterer."

When the person completely disappeared on the stairs, Fang Mumu retorted softly, "I'm not stammering."

After finishing speaking, he sighed somewhat disappointedly, really envious of Song Jing's publicity and self-confidence.He tugged at the hem of his clothes, no longer envious of what he didn't have, and walked upstairs, it was time to go to class.

When Song Jing returned to the classroom, the third class was coming to an end. In addition to the exam, the third year of senior high school had three rounds of systematic review. The teacher grasped the knowledge points and the key test points to "brainwash" the students, hoping that the children would not lose their minds even if they hugged the Buddha's feet for a short time. Swallow the knowledge points into the brain whole.

The first three classes were all mathematics classes of teacher Chen, the head teacher. Hearing Song Jing's lazy report, he raised his chin to let him return to his seat.Below, a group of students watched Song Jing return to his seat just like the king who watched them, and then withdrew their eyes and continued to be in a daze, some played with mobile phones, some read novels, and few were serious about studying.

The starting line of children has never been how much they have learned and how many cram schools they have attended. The starting line has always been the innate conditions created by their parents for their children, and the good life that has been piled up from the moment they are born.The vast majority of people in the class are far ahead of ordinary people. Some people can go abroad without taking the college entrance examination, and some people can inherit a huge family business even if they go to a pheasant university in China.

The world is so unfair.

Song Jing was one of those who enjoyed this injustice since childhood.

Before the age of 40, I always thought about fighting and killing, vigorously, so that my life before the age of [-] was unrestrained and unique. Now, after having a system, and after facing two friends who followed Brother Hei without hesitation, Song Jing suddenly Disinterested in these.

What's the use of being vigorous, you can be chic if you have life, isn't it!

On the podium, Mr. Chen kept instilling knowledge points to the students. Although not many people really listened to him, he was also working hard for this small group of people, and he did not give up his responsibilities as a teacher.

Sitting in the seat, Song Jing picked up the papers distributed in the first class and left them as homework for evening self-study, and looked at the front and back roughly, and many questions were clear at a glance.

Song Jing is very smart, there is no doubt about it, it's just that the innate three views are a bit bizarre and the acquired pampering becomes a bit outrageous, but it can't be said that he has a bad IQ.

Many criminals have high IQs, probably because the ideas of smart people are always different from those of the general public.

What the teacher said, Song Jing knew it a long time ago. Anyway, there is nothing to do when he is free. He picked up the pen and started to do the papers. The speed of checking calculations is extremely fast, and the answers to some questions can be seen at a glance.

After finishing this one, Song Jing was still addicted, sorted out all the papers that were piled up in the drawer and started to do it.

The buttocks basically never left the stool all day.

The whole class was very surprised. A person who usually played well with Wang Bingbing and could say a word or two with Song Jing touched him after class. Before he even asked, he was dismissed by Song Jing. A "roll".Immediately frightened the crap, rolled away.

The other classes found that Class [-] was very quiet today, without their noise, get out of class time seems to be monotonous and boring.

Teacher Chen burst into tears looking at the quiet class. Since taking Class [-], how long has it been since he felt such quietness?

The students in the class, like Teacher Chen, have lasagna tears in their hearts.Song Jing is scary, who dares to disturb him if he doesn't move, who dares to tear up the paper after he has already made it.

Even if someone went to the bathroom, they would bypass Song Jing's position far away so as not to disturb him.

Song Jing, who had spent all his attention on the paper, was refreshed. The system came back during his self-study next night, and he greeted happily, "I'm back."

"...you welcome me."

"Although we've only been together for a day, I quite like that you're playing against me, Shu Tan."

"You M."

"You know quite a lot."

"Of course, I think back then I was..." The system suddenly stopped the conversation, abruptly changed the subject, and stopped talking back then, "I have already consulted, and in view of your special situation, the R&D department has started an emergency response. Mechanism, you can bind a great benevolent person and let him share merit points."

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