Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Director Zhang sent their mother and son back, and granted Lynch a two-day leave. The mother and son thanked Director Zhang, and went upstairs holding each other's hands.

When the two entered the room, they were still a little dazed. Lin Yuee squeezed Lin Qi's hand and seemed to have regained her composure, "Mom, let's cook for you. You can rest for a while."

Lynch nodded, and went back to his room. After closing the door, he let his shortness of breath be exposed presumptuously.

"System," Lynch called anxiously, "System, come out quickly."

The system said slowly: "What's the hurry, what is it called a soul?"

Lynch was so nervous that he could barely speak, "Sun Zhonghai is dead."

System: "Oh, then what?"

Lynch swallowed, "Who killed it?"

System: "I told you in the last world. After the world line has changed, I can't answer your question."

Lynch sat down on his little bed in a daze, "Will it...will it be..." He couldn't say it.

The system picked it up for him, "Could it be Meng Hui?"

Lynch bit his lip. He didn't want to doubt Meng Hui in his heart. With Du Chengying's lessons learned, he didn't want to associate it with the hero whenever something bad happened. Even if the blackening value is 100%, it doesn't mean that he is A bad guy, Lynch told himself over and over again.

However, Meng Hui's inexplicable estrangement and abnormal attitude recently made Lynch feel uneasy the most because of the words Meng Hui said at that time that made Sun Zhonghai disappear.

Sun Zhonghai really disappeared.

At the same time, he thought of another question, Sun Zhonghai disappeared, where is Lin Yue'e?Will Lin Yuee still get sick and die?Or will she survive?If Lin Yuee survived, what about him?

In the previous world, the system told him that his character would definitely die when the death line was approaching. He didn't struggle, but died in Du Chengying's arms according to the original setting.

If he could actually change his own destiny, then wouldn't Du Chengying have suffered the tragic ending in vain?

The more Lynch thought about it, the more flustered and headache he felt, he fell on the small bed and hugged his head, his temples were throbbing.

……

Lynch didn't rest at home for two full days. He had nothing to rest. It was his stepfather who died. Lin Yue'e was not in a hurry to attend the funeral and went to work, so Lynch went straight back to school.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he felt the strange eyes of the students around him.

The police haven't closed the case yet.

Whether Sun Zhonghai committed suicide or murder has not yet been determined.

For theatergoers, of course, murder is more exciting and topical.

Lynch sat down calmly in his seat against the eyes of everyone, and the sports committee member approached him first, with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hands behind his back towards Lynch, "Dangdangdang, squad leader, Award!"

——The first prize of group C team in the sports meeting.

Hot stamping on a red background, very festive.

Lynch smiled, "No.1."

"That's it," the sports committee spread out the certificate in front of him as if nothing happened, "Please ask the monitor to affix the certificate himself."

Lynch: "OK!"

After Lin Qi finished posting the certificate, he felt that the atmosphere in the class was much better, and the stagnant air began to flow again. Lin Qi glanced at the sports committee member gratefully, and the sports committee comprehended his lips back and lowered his voice softly. Said softly: "Thank you monitor, thank you Brother Meng, this year is too honorable."

Lynch turned his head, Meng Hui was lying on the seat, his desk was not full of books like other students, it was empty, a thorn lying on the desk was particularly conspicuous, Lynch clenched his hands, no It will be Meng Hui, this time he chooses to believe it.

Lynch arrived just in time for the monthly exam, and the intense exam dilutes the weird atmosphere in the class.

After class, Lynch went to the toilet alone. When he came out of the toilet, he saw Meng Hui waiting for him at the door. His heart tightened, "Hui, Brother Hui..."

"How are you?" Meng Hui said lightly.

"It's okay." Lynch lowered his head to hide the strange expression on his face.

Meng Hui raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards the classroom with his arms around him, "I'll take you home today."

Lynch: "Huh?"

Meng Hui lowered his head, "Why, you're not happy?"

Of course there is nothing to be unhappy about being happy, it's just a little strange, Lynch obediently hooked by Meng Hui, "Didn't you not send me off?"

"This time, I should be able to enter the top ten in the class." Meng Hui said slowly.

Lynch looked at him in surprise, "You?"

Meng Hui rubbed his face, covered his eyes with his palms, and said with a smile, "Why, look down on me?"

Lynch pulled his hand away, with surprise on his face, "In just one month, can you improve so much?"

"Feel threatened?" The smile on Meng Hui's face was bright and innocent, which made Lynch's heart unconsciously relaxed. He squinted and said with a smile: "You have really achieved results, and I will give you a gift!"

He saved a month's pocket money, enough to buy some decent things to return to Meng Hui, such as a T-shirt that wasn't printed with the game's promotional slogan.

Lynch suddenly became curious and asked, "That high jump record, if you really jump, can you break it?"

Meng Hui's footsteps stopped.

The two stopped in the corridor, and no one looked at them when people were coming and going. Meng Hui leaned against the wall and asked the bewildered Lin Qi, "Did you come to see me?"

Lynch turned his face away, his eyes dodged, but his tone was justified, "Come on, didn't I bring you water?"

Meng Hui silently stared at Lynch's side face. Whether his eyes were sharp or gentle, they were so hard to ignore. Every time Lynch was stared at by him, he felt a little restless. There was an illusion in Hui's gaze.

That illusion flashed through his mind, and he couldn't grasp it.

Meng Hui rubbed his hair, "Thank you."

……

The long-lost two went out of school together, the weather was cold, and the snacks on the street had changed. Now egg waffles are popular, each one is round and packed in a paper bag, it tastes like milk, and almost everyone after school has one.

Lynch held the egg waffle and took a bite, "Brother Hui, why don't you carry your schoolbag?"

With Lynch's canvas schoolbag hanging on his shoulder, Meng Hui said slowly, "I can't bear the weight of knowledge."

Lynch: "..." I began to have doubts about his ability to advance to the top ten in the class.

"You should carry less back." Meng Hui shook the weight on his shoulders, "Do you still have to learn so much when you go back?" He reached out and touched the top of Lynch's head, "It's a bit higher."

"It's not bad." Lynch has no obsession with height, anyway, it is set, 175.6, not a millimeter away.

Meng Hui lightly scratched his eyelids, causing Lynch to stare at him lightly, "How are your eyes?"

"Let's always be like this, a little short-sighted." In a year or so, Lynch should wear glasses.

Meng Hui: "Pay attention to yourself."

Lynch wondered if Meng Hui was dissatisfied with his glasses, this was the second time he talked about his eyes.

Another thought suddenly appeared in Lynch's mind—he...can he not be short-sighted?

The alliance has set up his character in every detail, from appearance to personality, there are fixed values, but the system also says that the world line has changed, and even it doesn't know the future development. If this is the case, why should he be What about death?

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Hui patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Walking is always distracted."

Lynch came back to his senses, "It's nothing, just thinking about family matters."

Meng Hui: "Don't think about it too much, you don't need to worry about the adult's business."

Lynch gradually felt that his question about Meng Hui was too neurotic, so he smiled, "It's not a big deal."

After going upstairs, Lin Qi pushed open the door, and Lin Yue'e had already arrived home, in good spirits, "Qi Qi is back, do you want to eat supper?"

"Mom, why are you still preparing supper?" Lynch put his schoolbag on the sofa, and he was embarrassed to say that he had already eaten a whole egg waffle on the way home.

On the dining table was a bowl of fragrant porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, and a plate of peeled sugar garlic, both of which were Lynch's favorites. It was rare that Lin Yue'e had a mother's love, so Lynch sat down, took a spoon and started to drink the porridge.

Lin Yuee who came out of the kitchen also pulled away the stool and sat down opposite Lynch.

"Qiqi," Lin Yuee said cautiously, "Your Uncle Sun is gone, what do you think?"

Lynch lowered his head and said softly, "I have no idea."

Lin Yuee sat quietly, with unbearable expression on her face, she raised her hand to gently cover Lin Qi's hand, Lin Qi raised her face, and met Lin Yuee's tearful eyes, Lin Yuee said softly: "Baby, Mom made you suffer."

Lynch was stunned.

"Mom is useless, you have bad eyesight, it's okay to hurt yourself, let you suffer with me for so many years, mother is really sorry for you..."

Tears fell drop by drop on the glass table and scattered into flowers.

Lin Yuee's hair is even more white than before.

Before Lynch came to this world, this world was flat, everything was just a setting, and Lynch didn't have much sense of reality, but for Lin Yuee, an npc, since Lynch activated this plane, the first 30 years The years are real, and all the suffering and experiences are clearly engraved in her mind.

Lin Qi covered Lin Yuee's hand with his backhand, and said solemnly: "Mom, there are many times when you don't have to choose."

After listening to her son's words of comfort, Lin Yue'e cried even harder. She lowered her head and endured it with all her strength, choked up and said, "It will be fine in the future, and mother will take care of you more attentively."

"I'm so old, it's my turn to take care of my mother." Lin Qi patted the back of Lin Yue'e's hand, "Are you going to work the day shift tomorrow, go to bed early, I will wash the dishes myself after eating."

"Yeah." Lin Yue'e got up and took a deep breath, "Qiqi, mom doesn't object to you making friends, so please ask your friend to come to our house for dinner if you have time."

Lynch's breathing stopped suddenly, "...Mom, why did you suddenly..."

"You are so old, and I have never seen you bring any friend to the house." Lin Yuee's eyes were red, but her expression was very gentle. "Since it is your friend, Mom likes it."

After lying on the bed, Lynch was still thinking about the 180-degree turn in the relationship between Lin Yue'e and Meng Hui, and even thinking about Sun Zhonghai's death. He made up a crime plot of [-] words in his brain and then overturned it in his mind. He didn't sleep well all night. , Woke up the next day and my eyes were so swollen that I could hardly keep them open.

On the dining table was a note left by Lin Yue'e - "Qiqi, eat your breakfast, mom has gone to work, and she will come back to make you supper tonight."

Lynch picked up the note, feeling even more disobedient, what's going on.

Meng Hui was waiting for him downstairs again. When he saw Lynch, he reached out to pick up his schoolbag, and did the same thing with the parents who picked up their children at the gate of the primary school. Lynch shook his shoulders, pulled his arm out of the strap of the schoolbag, and said abruptly : "My mother said that you have time to come to our house for dinner."

"Okay." Meng Hui said naturally.

Lynch stared at him, "Have you met my mother in private?"

……

"Have you seen this child?" The policeman at the police station put a photo under Lin Yuee's nose.

The boy in the photo had a thorny head, brown skin, and was wearing a T-shirt with the words "Games" printed on it.

Lin Yue'e tightened her belt, and said slowly, "I've seen... my son's classmate."