I stabbed the villain [Quick Transmigration]

Jing Cun brought him breakfast every day, and secretly helped him solve some of his troubles. On the surface, he and Song Zhichu still maintained a neither salty nor weak relationship.

He didn't observe much before, but now he often observes Song Zhichu and found some details that he didn't notice before.

He occasionally wrote notes to Song Zhichu, and Song Zhichu put them in his pocket every time he read them, and held them for a long time before letting go.

When he was free in class, he watched Song Zhichu out of the corner of his eyes, and found that every time Song Zhichu finished his homework, he would secretly look at him, staring at his side face for a long time.

If he turned his head suddenly, Song Zhichu would immediately look away and pick up the pen at hand, pretending to be doing homework.

Jing Cun thought he was a bit cute, and looked at him thoughtfully after a bag grab, "Why are you always looking at me?"

Song Zhichu's face turned red immediately, his dark eyes dodged a little, and he said, "I didn't."

Later, Song Zhichu restrained himself a lot and still read it, but less frequently and more cautiously.

Jing Cun remembers that Song Zhichu lived with his grandmother, who rented a remote storefront on the old city road, and sold breakfast there, including chaotic noodles, tea eggs and soy milk.

He found out when he was passing by to buy things at the end of the first semester of high school. Song Zhichu went to his grandma to help every Saturday and Sunday.

Grandma's hair is already gray, and her face has many wrinkles. She often smiles and looks very energetic. She wears an apron and asks them what they have for breakfast.

The storefront looks a bit dilapidated, and the walls inside are dusty and dirty, but the pots and tables are wiped clean, so it's not too disgusting.

When he passed by, Song Zhichu wore the same apron as grandma's, pink with a pattern of a little white rabbit on it, which made him much softer than usual.

Song Zhichu walked between the tables, helping grandma tidy up the table, busy inside and out.

Jing Cun went to order a wonton and a soy milk, and sat down at a table in the corner.

When Song Zhichu saw him coming, he was obviously surprised and embarrassed, and wiped his cold fingers on the apron, "Why are you here?"

Jing Cun smiled slightly, "Passing by, come to eat."

"Come to help grandma?"

Song Zhichu nodded, someone next to him greeted something, and he passed again.

The location here is remote and far from the school, so the business is only for a while, and there is no one around after breakfast time for about half an hour.

Song Zhichu's grandma lived frugally, at most she could save for Song Zhichu's tuition, and the living expenses were squeezed out.

After a while, the wontons were served, and Song Zhichu gave him a steamed dumpling, and cleaned up the nearby bowls and chopsticks to wash the dishes.

"Is it a junior classmate?"

Grandma took a look at Jing Cun and asked.

Song Zhichu was washing the dishes when he heard this and hummed lightly.

"I haven't seen any of your classmates come here before. This classmate's strange ostentation must have good grades."

Song Zhichu, "Very good."

Although he is not particularly top-notch, Jing Cun is smart, and his level of random learning is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Grandma glanced at him and said in surprise, "Why are your ears so red? I asked your classmate why you are shy. You are not a female classmate."

Song Zhichu pursed his lips tightly, and slipped away quickly after finishing the bowl.

The wontons are filled with fresh meat, mixed with some shiitake mushrooms, which tastes very good.Jing Cun finished eating a bowl of wontons, and when he was about to leave, he saw someone coming again.

He remembered this matter, it was a few people from their school who came to find Song Zhichu, and he helped by the way.

Two boys came, sat down and ordered a bunch of things, first mocked Song Zhichu, then said that the food was rotten, and directly splashed soy milk on Song Zhichu's face.

Jing Cun felt that it was a little too much to help last time, so he mentioned it. When those people saw him helping, they paid the money and left angrily.

When he looked at it now, he felt different, and a wave of anger spread in his heart, especially when he saw Song Zhichu bowing his head and apologizing, he became even more irritable.

Jing Cun got up and went over, poured the soy milk back without saying a word, and said in a cold voice, "Is it rotten or not, you have to smell it carefully."

The boy was splashed with soy milk, his face turned blue and white, and then he gave Song Zhichu a hard look, with complaints in his eyes.

"What are you staring at him for?"

Jing Cunqi smiled, his eyes were icy cold, "Try another stare?"

The boy didn't dare to speak anymore. He wiped his body with a tissue, ate the leftover wontons, and left with his companions. When he got up, the movement was so loud that the chair fell to the ground.

Jing Cun watched them go out, took out two tissues and handed them to Song Zhichu.

Song Zhichu thanked him in a low voice.

Grandma went out to buy some bowls and chopsticks and came back, she was taken aback when she saw Song Zhichu, and hurried over, "What did you do, someone came looking for trouble again?"

Song Zhichu shook his head, "I didn't hold it steady just now, and accidentally spilled it on my body."

"you……"

Jing Cun wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. He stayed with him in the breakfast shop for a while, and then went home.

System 231, "Ding, the host's behavior has exceeded the limit, and a warning is issued to the host. When the second warning is issued, the host's mission will be directly judged as failure."

Jing Cun stopped for a moment, not quite understanding what the system meant.

If he does nothing, doesn't the mission still fail?

In the end, Jing Cun decided to have the best of both worlds and choose the lesser, and returned to the original relationship with Song Zhichu's weak classmates.

Song Zhichu obviously felt it, but he didn't react, he just often looked at him in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

When they were in high school, it was popular to give away apples or oranges at Christmas, which were wrapped in boxes and colored paper. Jing Cun would receive a lot of apples every day before Christmas.

This year is no exception. In previous years, Jing Cun would give points to his classmates without looking at them, but when he returned to high school, his mentality was different from before. Jing Cun took them apart one by one.

Most of the notes stuffed inside were blessings, with the name of xxx from xx class at the bottom, and some without a name, most of them were confessions, except for one who didn't write anything and clicked a point.

This dot seems to have a lot to say, but he doesn’t know how to speak, or can’t speak, so he has to drop a black ink dot, like the entanglement and wandering of its owner.

Jing Cun picked up the box and looked at it. The box was different from the ones bought outside. It looked more like handmade. The pattern painted on it was an ordinary Santa Claus Christmas tree. The Santa Claus in red clothes looked at it with a smile on his back. with him.

Inside is a big apple. The apple is very red and has a smooth skin. Compared with others, it is much better. It can be seen that it was chosen with care.

The paper holding the apple is bright red, it looks auspicious, and the color is a bit earthy.

Jing Cun remembered seeing this piece of paper in Song Zhichu's schoolbag once, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Song Zhichu seemed to be looking at him.

He kept the ones from Song Zhichu, and distributed the others to his classmates.

He ate that big, red apple in front of Song Zhichu.

Song Zhichu was obviously very happy that day. Although his face was still indifferent, it was obvious that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He arrived at the second year of high school according to the timeline, and changed seats in the second year of high school. He and Song Zhichu separated, and the two basically had no intersection.

When Jing Cun went home every night, he could notice someone following him on the road. The figure was wearing a worn-out school uniform, brown jeans and whitened sneakers, and was carefully hiding in the crowd with a schoolbag on his back. Not too far away.

In the evening, the setting sun cast a layer of brilliance, covering the ground with a touch of gold. The leaves of the camphor tree swayed with the evening wind, and the leaves exuded fragrance. The students below were chatting and laughing, with childish smiles on their faces.

Jing Cun stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked behind him.Not far behind him, the young man stumbled, trying to stay away from the crowd as much as possible.He was out of tune with the people around him, and there was no vitality in him, like some kind of creature living in a corner, gloomy and depressed, covered with a layer of dark dust.

But when the young man looked up at him, those dark eyes lit up, reflecting the brilliance of the stars, and the whole person faded from depression and gloom, and became alive.

However, the young man quickly became flustered, his eyes became dodgy, and he hurriedly got into the crowd, as if trying to escape.

Jing Cun withdrew his gaze and looked at the back, but the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

His high school life was dull and boring, without any sour and unforgettable puppy love, and no thrilling events.Some just sleep to make up homework, disassemble love letters, and occasionally skip class for indulgence.

To say that he is lazy is not lazy, but to say that he is hardworking but not particularly hardworking.

The three years of high school were like a light seasoning in his life, just going through the motions, and did not leave a particularly strong color.

The relationship between him and his classmates can't be said to be bad, but it can't be said to be good either.Because of the gap in family background, it's not easy to play together. Most people look at him like they look at other people's children. He is probably the number one option for reincarnation in the next life.

Jing Cun also felt that his reincarnation was really good. His family had money that could not be spent in a lifetime, and there was an older brother who took the burden. He basically didn't have to worry about the rest, and he could do what he wanted to do.

But he was not lucky. He had just graduated from university and was killed in a car accident when he was in his 20s.

……

In the second semester of the second year of high school, he celebrated his birthday, and his classmates wanted to organize a dinner party. He refused before, and it was the same this time.

He wasn't very familiar with him at first, and he preferred to be alone.The students also mentioned it casually, but they didn't mention it again when they saw that he was silent.

He still received a lot of presents as usual, remembering that the last time Song Zhichu gave him apples, Jing Cun didn't throw them all away this time, but asked Xiao Chen to take them home and take them apart to look at them one by one.

Many of them are more expensive gifts in the eyes of high school students, including watches, sneakers, earphones and ties. Some classmates knew that he smoked, and even gave him expensive lighters.

At the end of Jing Cun's dismantling, it was a colorful box, the kind that costs five yuan in boutiques.

Intuition told him that this was probably given to him by Song Zhichu.

He opened the box, and inside was a large glass bottle with a wooden cork. Inside the glass bottle was a whole jar of paper-folded stars, each with a different color, and the light and dark colors gathered together, as if a bottle had been dropped. The stars are inside.

Jing Cun poured out the stars from the bottle and counted them one by one, a total of one thousand and one. I don't know how long Song Zhichu had been folding them.

The stars were piled up on the sofa, Jing Cun looked down for a while, then took one at hand and opened it.

There is writing on the white side inside.

The font is neat and elegant, and it is an ordinary word of blessing.

Every year is happy, every year is happy.

He was taking apart the second one, the handwriting was the same, but the words of blessing were changed.

Peace and joy, no widow suffering.

The third……

the fourth……

the fifth……

Jing Cun dismantled the stars all night, read all the blessings, and folded them back.

Every sentence of blessing is different, and it was written stroke by stroke by Song Zhichu.

The moon outside is hanging in the sky, and the stars are twinkling. The silver-white crystal chandelier in the room refracts the light, and the stars in the glass bottle are like moonlight falling on the bottom of the sea.

Jing Cun suddenly understood the meaning of the system.

Why doesn't he have to do anything.

Because he doesn't have to do anything, Song Zhichu will love him.

System 231, "Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the task."

"All the conditions for No. 01 have been completed. 1. Bind with the young master of the Jing family who is about to die in a car accident in 20xx in the low-level plane and become the new host. 2. Let the new host attack the previous host. 3. For the sake of the small world stability, the new host must kill the previous host after the raid, and 4. Send the host back to the real world after completing the task."

Countless light spots flashed in Jing Cun's mind, and the memories of previous lives flooded in. The mechanical sound of the system echoed in his mind. He reacted for a long time, and a guess emerged.

"He made you bind me...?"

System 231, "Ding, yes."

"There are actual human death data recorded in the system. He accidentally saw it, so he negotiated the terms with my superior."

"Originally, he would be able to return to the real world after completing ten tasks, but for you, the amount of tasks has been increased by ten times. Let us find a way to bind you to help you save energy in a different world and exchange it for life."

Various emotions spread in Jing Cun's heart, and his throat seemed to be blocked, unable to speak.

"Then...why is he bound to you?"

System 231, "Ding, because he meets the screening criteria of our system's task performer, and he died in a plane crash, we can give him a chance to revive him."

Song Zhichu's face appeared in Jing Cun's mind, deep in the corner of his memory, like a light shadow, it dissipated with a light blow.

System 231 seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "Ding, the host thinks that high school is boring, but it's not. It's blank for you, but it's full of color for others. It has amazed others for many years."

"Life is not easy, I hope the host will cherish it, and don't let down the rebirth chance he bought for you hundreds of times in reincarnation."

"Now unbind the host..."

"80.00%...will soon return to the original world."