Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lynch really laughed when Ge Jianjun saw him and Meng Hui walking together, running faster than a rabbit, his yellow hair disheveled in the wind.

Lynch smiled happily watching Ge Jianjun running away with his head in his arms, seeing his teeth but not his eyes.

It was the first time for Meng Hui to see Lynch smile like that. He had never seen that kind of pure happiness in Lynch in his previous life.

Even when the bell was rung for the IPO of the two partnership companies, Lynch only curled the corners of his lips indifferently, and said 'cheers' to him reservedly while holding a crystal wine glass.

Meng Hui looked at Lin Qi, who was laughing so hard that he could hardly hold his schoolbag, and thought that his previous life was a fucking failure.

……

'Dong dong', there was a knock on the door of the study, Lin Qi turned around, Lin Yue'e had already pushed the door and came in, her face was a bit serious, "Qiqi, Mom has something to tell you."

"Mom, tell me." Lynch hurriedly put down the pen in his hand, turned around and sat upright and looked at Lin Yuee. He already had a lot of experience in being a son, and he was completely immersed in the role. Calling Lin Yuee's mother also It's not awkward at all.

The obedient and sensible son has always been Lin Yue'e's greatest pride. She sells department stores in a shopping mall. She does day shifts and evening shifts. She doesn't have much time to take care of Lynch. Fortunately, Lynch has always been well-behaved and sensible. Whether it is life or study, Lin Yuee seldom worried.

"Qiqi, tell mom honestly, have you made any bad friends recently?" Lin Yuee asked anxiously.

Lynch opened his eyes slightly.

Seeing his reaction, Lin Yue'e's heart immediately sank to the bottom of the valley, and she said with a gloomy face, "You break off with that boy immediately."

Since it was a boy, Lynch was 100% sure that Lin Yuee was talking about Meng Hui.

The pre-rebirth Meng Hui should be roaming the streets to collect protection fees at this stage. After the rebirth, Meng Hui has been going to school honestly for a month, not to mention he is a good student, and he can't match the word "bad". what side.

But sometimes it's really bad. Lynch's teeth itch when he thought that Meng Hui would tease him from time to time. After calming down, Lynch said, "I didn't make friends with bad students."

"Auntie Zhao upstairs has seen it several times. You are going home with a sloppy boy, aren't you?" Been to a juvenile detention center?"

Lynch: Poof, he kind of wants to laugh.

"Mom, it's really not," Lynch said helplessly, "That's a new student in our class. Teacher Zhang told me, the class monitor, to take him with me and take him home, so we walked closer. a bit."

Lin Yue'e was still worried, "It's already at the door of the house. Whenever you let him come up, I know him too. Mom has never heard of you making friends before."

Lin Qi's face was a bit gloomy. Lin Yue'e said she cared about him, but she was already too busy to take care of herself. She was completely ignorant of his study and making friends, not to mention that she didn't even find out that his schoolbag was broken.

Since his stepfather went away once a month ago, he didn't live at home anymore, and he came back from time to time, and he would leave after beating, beating, and taking the money. Lin Yuee was always wiping tears in secret. Lin Qi wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't say anything. "Okay, I'll let him come home when I have a chance."

"Good boy," Lin Yue'e's expression softened, "Mom is on the night shift, go to bed early after finishing homework, and close the doors and windows tightly."

Lin Qi gave a "hmm" and watched Lin Yue'e go out of the room.

In fact, at the age of less than 40 years old, there are already many gray hairs mixed in the black hair, which is particularly glaring. The years have never treated her kindly, Lynch sighed.

"System, can I change Lin Yue'e's fate?" Lynch whispered.

The system ignored him.

Lynch stretched out his hand to pull the lamp switch, and suddenly wanted to laugh at himself. He couldn't even control his own destiny in the small world, so how could he talk about helping others change their destiny?

……

Amidst the cicadas singing in the night, small vendors appeared on both sides of the school road, waiting for the group of monkeys after the night class.

Soon, the bell rang, the school gate opened, and hordes of bicycle teams came out lively, lighting up the dreary summer night in groups of three and four.

The air is filled with all kinds of smells that stimulate people's nasal cavity taste buds, skewers, fried rice, egg pancakes, popsicles, sweet, salty and spicy are intertwined into a net that tantalizes people's appetite, and the sound of "stinging, stinging" barbecue,' The sound of the gas tank being slapped, and the loudest thing was the relaxed laughter of the teenagers.

Lynch held a piece of grilled sausage in his hand, and said sadly, "I've gained several catties."

"It's not that exaggerated," Meng Hui bent down, picked out a vanilla-flavored ice cream that Lynch likes from the incubator, paid for it and handed it to Lynch, "Here."

Lynch struggled a bit, but still took it. On a summer night, a bite of grilled sausage and a bite of ice cream is simply heaven.

The two squeezed out of the crowd and walked on their way home.

The ice cream melted quickly, and Lynch didn't have enough hands. He finished the hot sausage in three mouthfuls, and quickly started to lick the remaining ice cream on his hands with his mouth full of oil.

Holding Lynch's broken schoolbag in one hand, Meng Hui walked along the road he was familiar with now, and occasionally glanced at Lynch eating ice cream from the corner of his eye.

Lynch was very serious about eating ice cream. The tip of his pale pink tongue started to lick from the bottom and scraped to the top. He was as serious as if he was doing a very detailed project. A pair of big flickering eyes showed a little clean starlight.

Meng Hui was a little thirsty.

He has to admit, whether he was still 28 years old, when he saw Lynch, he was full of lingering yellow waste, pouring from his brain to his cerebellum, and maybe elsewhere.

"Is it delicious?" Meng Hui asked quietly.

Lynch took a sip of ice cream vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"I'll try it." Meng Hui said, making a gesture to bring his face closer.

Lynch quickly recited it, "You, if you want to eat, go back and buy it yourself."

Meng Hui bent over and leaned against Lynch. The night wind blew through his old school uniform, and it sounded like a flock of pigeons flew out. The long shadow covered Lynch's whole body. He said with a smile : "Didn't I buy this one?"

Lynch blushed in embarrassment. Although Meng Hui dragged him to eat supper at first, he couldn't resist, but he was indeed the one who was obsessed with the roadside stall.

"I'll give you the money." Lynch fished out his pocket, took out three coins, turned around and stuffed them into Meng Hui's hands, "Go."

The coin was sticky, stained with the melted ice cream on Lynch's hand, Meng Hui clenched it tightly and put it back in his pocket, stood up straight and said lazily, "Why did you talk to Brother Hui?"

Lynch took a sip of the melted ice cream, his heart came again, he endured the humiliation and said, "Brother Hui, shall I go back and buy it?"

Meng Hui stepped forward again, "Forget about today, tomorrow is a holiday, treat me to dinner."

Lin Qi's face was full of reluctance, and then he remembered Lin's mother's entrustment, and he had an idea: "Okay, how about going to my house for dinner tomorrow?"

Meng Hui's footsteps paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his bright and sharp eyes shone with warmth, "Meet your parents so soon?"

"..."

"Ignore people again?"

"No……"

Meng Hui reached out and hooked Lynch's shoulder again. Lynch's first reaction was to stuff the rest of the ice cream into his mouth in one gulp. The result of doing this was to grin his teeth in a 'Hass and Hass', as if he had been scalded , all the delicate facial features were glued together.

Meng Hui smiled. He really wanted to take such a lively Lynch into his arms with Night Breeze, kiss him hard on the face, and tell him how much he liked him.

But he just let loose in his imagination for a while, rubbing the top of Lynch's hair, "I don't eat green onions, ginger, or coriander."

While swallowing the last mouthful of ice cream, Lynch thought he was quite ashamed to ask for it, and let out a muffled 'oh'.

After sending Lynch downstairs, Meng Hui didn't go up. He bumped into the woman with curly hair upstairs several times and looked at him with defensive eyes every time. In order not to cause trouble for Lynch, Meng Hui talked to Lynch downstairs. Say goodbye, "Let's go, I'll come over at noon tomorrow."

"Goodbye." Lynch said lazily, wondering when this day will end.

With all the calculations, there are still ten years before he is hit by a car, ten years, it is too long.

"Want to be hit by a car?" the system asked coolly.

Lynch was taken aback, "Why are you back all of a sudden?"

The system didn't answer his question, "You are doing negative tasks now, do you know that?"

Lynch couldn't refute it, he was quite negative, he didn't even think about Meng Hui's 100% blackening value, and he couldn't do it like he did with Du Chengying. The illusion that one is engaged in a special profession.

At most, it should be emotionalized with brothers, probably.

Lynch pulled himself together, and justified himself a little, "Meng Hui is going to school again now, so it can be considered that he is changing for the better."

The system said coldly: "I reminded you in the last world to pay attention to the people in the small world. Meng Hui is an orphan. Do you understand him now, where he lives, and what he does to support himself?"

Lynch was dumbfounded by the system's slap in the face.

System: "How long are you going to escape?"

The lights in the corridor were broken, flickering, Lynch was holding an old schoolbag, his white face was half-lit, he stood still, his soul seemed to be out of his body, and he came to the sea far, far away, The brackish sea breeze blew the man's long black hair and wide robes. He looked back and smiled, but his deep eyes could only hold him.

"System, I want to know Du Chengying's current situation." Lynch murmured.

The system said directly: "It can't be done, you should treat him as dead."

Lynch tightly hugged the schoolbag in front of his chest, his breathing was a little short, and it took him a long time to calm down, "System...do I really never see Du Chengying again?"

The system replied immediately without pausing: "Yes, so you'd better forget about him quickly."

Lynch said slowly, "I see."

The system thought that Lynch's "know it" meant accepting the reality. Unexpectedly, when Lynch opened the door, he found that no one at home had entered his room directly. He tossed his schoolbag, threw himself on the bed, and started crying.

System: ...I regret it now, very regretful.

"Don't cry..." the system gritted its teeth.

Lynch cried and hiccupped, "Is my crying, crying bothering you? You, hiccup, you go to the movies, woo woo woo..."

System: It's really promising, and you actually told it to roll? ? ?

It seems that the little synth with the dead husband buff is jumping day by day, and it can't be more exciting.

The system reluctantly coaxed: "It's done, it's useless for you to be sad, so don't even think about it. If you don't think about making progress and don't seek to make progress like you are now, you won't be able to complete the task by then, won't you embarrass your synthetic humans?"

The system's words touched Lynch's mind.

As the only synthesizer who successfully passed the coordinator, Lynch has always been very proud.

"I will try my best," Lynch wiped away his tears, sucked his red nose and whispered, "I don't want to forget him either."

The system said perfunctorily, "All right, all you want."

Lynch blinked, held back the tears in his eyes, and buried them in his arms again.

Lin Yuee didn't come back all night, and she still didn't come home during the day. Lin Qi called and went to the department store. Lin Yuee said that she had to substitute for a colleague and would not be able to come back at night.

Lynch originally wanted to tell her about Meng Hui, but after hearing what she said, he swallowed the words back, "Mom, you have worked hard."

"It's not hard. At noon, you go downstairs to buy a bowl of wontons and eat them. There is a blue biscuit box in the shoe cabinet at the door. There is some change in it. You can look through it."

"Okay." Lynch hung up the phone, thinking that when Meng Hui came, treat him to a bowl of wonton and forget it.

When it was almost noon, there was a noise from the door, and Lynch hurried out of the room to greet Meng Hui, but it was Lynch's stepfather, Sun Zhonghai, with disheveled hair, red eyes, and a hangover appearance, standing opposite him at the door of the room. Lynch shouted, "Where's your mother?!"

"Mom has something to go out." Lin Qi didn't say that Lin Yuee was working in the mall, for fear that Sun Zhonghai would go to the department store to trouble Lin Yuee.

Sun Zhonghai ignored him, and started to rummage through boxes and cabinets. He rummaged through the coffee table, refrigerator, and TV cabinet in the living room as if no one was there, and went into his and Lin Yuee's bedroom. After a while, he came out with obvious bulges in his pocket He nodded, "Bitch, hide in your underwear."

Sun Zhonghai casually took two bottles of milk from the refrigerator before finishing the sweep happily. He staggered to the door and was startled by the tall figure outside the door, "Fuck, who is it!"

Meng Hui lowered his eyes to look at this middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol. His face was expressionless and he didn't say a word. His thorny head was particularly eye-catching in the dark corridor. He just stood quietly, even before people saw his facial features clearly. , already felt the breath of not being messed with.

Sun Zhonghai instinctively felt the danger, and regardless of his home behind him, his stepson squeezed away from Meng Hui without looking back, and went downstairs as if fleeing quickly.

"You're here..." Lynch stood at the door of his room and whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't have an adult to cook at home, why don't we have a bowl of wontons downstairs? I invite you."

Meng Hui entered the door, closed the security guard, took off his shoes, walked up to Lynch barefoot, stared at Lynch for a while, and said calmly, "The eyes are swollen."

Lynch rubbed his eyes in embarrassment, "I didn't sleep well last night."

Meng Hui raised his hand, rubbed his short hair, suddenly lowered his head, put his lips close to his ear, and said softly: "I let him disappear, how about it?"