Correct posture of masochism [system]

Jiang Yu rummaged through the room and found a bag of Master Kong, broke it into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth, his throat was dry and sore.

After eating the last bite, Jiang Yu shook the bag, raised his head and poured the crumbs into his mouth, he regained some strength to feel alive.

The owner of this body is Mu Shaoqing, 17 years old, the child of Xiaosan, whose mother passed away, and his biological father, Mu Chen, gives him living expenses once a year, and no one usually cares about him.

His temper became wild, he broke his pot and fell, and he simply dropped out of high school to play games at home, and was drunk in the games.

Jiang Yu stood up and glanced at the pictorials on the wall, his temples twitched again.

He opened the window to let the smell in the room be blown away by the wind, cleaned up and threw away all the messy things, changed his clothes, and went to the landlord to check out with his ID card and bank card.

Mu Shaoqing has a half-brother named Mu Sifan, who is two years younger than him. One is born with the original spouse, and the other is born in the third grade. The status is very different.

When Xu Yiming returned to China this time, one was to hold an art exhibition in the country, and the other was to be invited by Mu Chen to be a teacher for Mu Sifan. Jiang Yu curled his lips. This was the reason why he checked out and had to stay in Mu's house.

No matter what method is used.

According to the memories in his mind, Jiang Yu appeared in the Mu family's mansion, and waited outside for a long time before someone who claimed to be the butler came out and took him in.

The women in the hall greeted them with smiles, "It's Shaoqing who is back."

"Auntie." Jiang Yu lowered his head slightly.

This greeting stunned Mu Mu and the housekeeper. The young man came here twice in total, and each time he was noisy and cursing, turning everyone in the house on their backs before leaving. It was the first time he was so quiet.

Mu's mother was a little worried that the child suddenly changed, maybe he caused some trouble outside.

"Shaoqing, is there anything urgent? Your dad will be back at noon. If you're not in a hurry, would you like to stay for lunch?" She said these polite words, but the other party would only mock them.

"Okay." Jiang Yu raised his eyes.

Mother Mu didn't react, and she came back to her senses when the housekeeper coughed to remind her, "You sit down first, auntie goes to call your father."

The hall suddenly became quiet, and the luxurious and expensive furnishings gave people an invisible pressure, as if declaring the nobility of this place.

Jiang Yu patrolled the surroundings calmly, he had done this kind of thing before, but before, he came to ask his biological father for a meal.

mean almost the same.

Jiang Yu raised his head, and the boy looking down on him was wearing a white sportswear, staring at him like a stinky mouse, Mu Sifan.

"What are you doing here?" Mu Sifan sneered, "You want money again? Or did you beat him up again?"

In the past, Mu Shaoqing would be enraged and rush to beat Mu Sifan, and then he was not as good as others, so he could only slam the door angrily, but now he turns a blind eye.

"Didn't you hear what I was asking you? Are you deaf?" The expression on Mu Sifan's face became colder.

Jiang Yu rolled his eyes lightly, indifferent.

This time it was Mu Sifan who was angry, his chest heaved continuously, a sense of shame of being ignored arose, and he threw down a wooden sculpture placed on the second floor without even thinking about it.

The calculating light flashed across Jiang Yu's eyes very quickly, and he tilted his shoulder imperceptibly, causing the wooden carving that should have been brushed off to hit his forehead.

Blood oozed out little by little, and soon dripped down his cheeks, Jiang Yu still had that tepid expression, as if he was not the one who was bleeding.

Mu Sifan's face changed slightly, he took a few steps back, turned and ran away.

Passing servants yelled for someone, the housekeeper, and Mu Mu's mother were startled when they saw the boy's T-shirt turned red, and panickedly informed the family doctor.

In the corner where no one saw, Jiang Yu smiled with his lips curled up.

When Mu Chen came back at noon, he saw Jiang Yu with gauze wrapped around his head, his eyes flashed with distress. Like everyone in the Mu family, he didn't ask what happened or how the injury came about.

Jiang Yu didn't make any troubles, his goal has been achieved.

At night, Jiang Yu lay on the big comfortable bed, with his arms behind his head, "000, are you there?"

"Ding."

"You tell me the details of Mu Sifan."

"Ding, Mu Sifan, 15 years old, in the second year of high school, with excellent grades, likes to draw, admires Xu Yiming..."

Listening to the voice in his head, Jiang Yu laughed playfully, it turns out that there is still such a trick.

With a strange identity and a strange environment, Jiang Yu thought he would suffer from insomnia at night, but unexpectedly fell asleep soon.

The next day, Jiang Yu didn't leave the room all day. Someone brought in his three meals, and he lay back on the bed after eating. His body was too weak to take care of him. If someone pushed him casually, he would roll down the stairs. , it should be impossible for him to be resurrected.

Jiang Yu came out on the third day, changed into new clothes, and looked much better.

Mother Mu's attitude towards Xiaosan's child was average, but she didn't show her face harshly or drive him out of the house. She would pay attention to Jiang Yu's every move, maybe because she felt that she couldn't figure out what she was thinking and was afraid of causing trouble at home.

The family doctor who was called checked Jiang Yu's wound, gave him a tetanus shot, and told him what to avoid and the details to pay attention to.

Mother Mu suddenly asked, "Doctor Zhang, will there be scars?"

"It depends on the later stage of recovery." Dr. Zhang gave an ambiguous answer.

Smoothing the hair on his forehead, Jiang Yu looked down at his fingers, "Auntie, I want to go for a walk."

Surprise flashed across Mother Mu's face, and quickly disappeared, "It's sunny outside, don't go too far."

The Mu family is very big, Jiang Yu wandered around and wrote down everything he saw, including the location of the back door, the garden, and the security guards around the swimming pool.

The housekeeper always followed two steps away, staring at the figure in front of him, curious and confused.

During the weekend, Jiang Yu was awakened in a daze by the sound of stepping up and down the stairs outside, and he knew it was Mu Sifan who got up early.

Because Xu Yiming came.

After six o'clock, Jiang Yu, who had finally fallen asleep again, was woken up by a knock on the door. It was the butler who came to inform him to go downstairs, saying that there were guests coming.

"Understood." Jiang Yu said in a sleepy voice.

The butler outside the door hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to remind a few words, for example, the identity of the guests today is different, if something goes wrong, the master will be unhappy.

cool summer morning

Jiang Yu turned off the air conditioner, got up and got out of bed and stood by the window. This position was just right to have a panoramic view of the movement at the gate.

As the wind brushed against his cheeks, Jiang Yu's thoughts began to clear up.

He once met a man at a reception. That brother was a well-known calligrapher, and he liked to give in every time he swiped his pen and ink.Hope to be sparse.untie.

There was also an oil painter who was addicted to drugs, and in the end he turned out to be neither human nor ghost.

Artists are a special group, emotional, paranoid, and to a certain extent lunatics.

Jiang Yu tapped on the window sill with his fingers, unable to get started with the mission objectives of the first volume.

A car drove in at the gate, and Jiang Yu's condescending gaze appeared in his field of vision, his whole body exuding restraint.A man who wants to taste.

His eyes showed the sharp light of arresting prey, and he asked in his heart, "What is Xu Yiming's quirk?"