The layered routine of vest essence

After Wen Yu waited for the little girl to read the book obediently, he let Liang Xiao move around by himself.

He was holding a small notebook to record what happened just now. Although he didn't expect that the unlucky guys in the two copies of Qiling would actually come to him for help, but he didn't feel that he couldn't use it.

At that time in Qiling Primary School, Wen Yu discovered through Liang Xiao's vision that Qiao Shao, an unlucky child, was quite talented in inspiration, and could hear the cry of spirit devouring without any auxiliary tools—I don't know if it was In the same line, Qiao Fangjie is also a key object of care by the system.

Recommending Qiao Shao to the official training team that cooperates with MIA is not only Liang Xiao's personal request, but also a reassurance added to the official by MIA.

After all, Liang Xiao's identity has been exposed, and his uniqueness is also very obvious in MIA. Whether the official will unify his purpose with MIA, [-]% of them choose the former.

And Da Lei... is a professional anchor after all, his psychological quality seems to be okay, and he will have other uses in the future after staying.

After re-recording these details, Wen Yu controlled Liang Xiao to answer a phone call from the official. After confirming his identity, he planned to pass the free copy as soon as possible.

The third dungeon is really purely directed and acted by him. The system seems to be very assured of his professional ability, and is not afraid of him making any messes at all.

The cards of Wan Miao and Jian Mingya can be switched freely in the game, and every conversation he has is actually talking to himself...

If it's okay if you don't say it clearly, why do you feel so embarrassed when you say it clearly?

Wen Yu was extremely surprised that he didn't have the slightest sense of energy and laughter.

Well... it seems that human potential is infinite!

Wen Yu, who had no clue about himself, attributed this reason to human adaptability. He slowly rummaged through his backpack, only to find that this time the system was the same as the dying caregiver, and the gold coin rewards should not be too generous.

"Hey, system, you can't be a bug, right?" Wen Yu shook his white and soft body, "Would it be possible for me to use gold coins and then get them back into negative numbers?"

This time the system didn't pretend to be dead, and the white and soft voice turned into a cold mechanical voice.

"There is no error sending the reward. Please clear the game first to explain it specifically."

Wen Yu subconsciously threw Duobai on the sofa, expressing his extreme dislike for the system with actions.

"If my guess is correct, the person who made you must hate me." Wen Yu said seriously, "I must hate him too."

"If I'm wrong...then it means that I bullied him in my previous life?"

"The host, please don't speculate, the creator below has no personal grievances towards you."

Due to program restrictions, the system can't say anything, and can only be wronged and scolded, but seeing that it has nothing to do with Wen Yu, Wen Yu already guessed the trick.

Although he didn't really blame the system for cheating him, except that some plots were vague, there were almost no quest prompts, the rewards were deducted, and he wanted to threaten him at the beginning, the system was still a good one——Wen Yu simply Bullying got used to it.

As soon as it was done, Wen Yu reopened the game and began to find his own way of acting.

……

Jian Mingya and Wan Miao entered this dream together.

What caught the eye was a gray-black wall.

It is not accurate to say, it should be a gray-black wall covered with old newspapers, but still covered with mold and stains.

I don't know if it was the water leaking from the air conditioner or it was raining outside. Clear water marks were printed on the wall and slid down on the concrete floor tiles in front of the two of them.

Jian Mingya lifted the hem of her skirt subconsciously, and took two steps inside.

It is not so much a living room as it is a utility room. A white curtain separates the kitchen and the bedroom, and the oil stains on it have turned yellow.

Wan Miao whispered: "She actually lives here. Although it looks messy, she tidies up the room with her mother every day."

"What's her name?"

Wan Miao waved her hands happily and said, "Qiao Fangjie!"

Jian Mingya withdrew her gaze from looking at the space, only to find the little girl sitting on the desk timidly staring at them in the corner of the room.

"Who are you?" As if knowing that she was dreaming, Qiao Fangjie's mood swings can be said to be very light, compared to Zhou Shuang and the lively Lingling, Fangjie stood there like an adult.

Wan Miao looked at her in disbelief, flapped her wings and flew in front of her, pointing at herself, "You don't know me? I am that white lotus. My name is Wan Miao. You used to call me Miao Miao." .”

Fang Jie shook her head, she was more curious about Jian Mingya's existence than this little guy.

"Do you have any wishes?" Jian Mingya asked her directly, without having any intriguing conversations with her, and she didn't even have any romantic behaviors.

"Are you here to help me?" Qiao Fangjie looked down at the book on the table, the numbers on it were clearly visible in the dream.

Jian Mingya can also see the data on it, the increase and decrease line by line - this is the ledger.

"Then...can you kill someone?" Qiao Fangjie hesitated for a moment, the dream magnified her desire and gave her the courage to speak out.

"You want to kill someone?" Jian Mingya's beautiful eyes sparkled.

The child in front of him seemed to be about the same age as Lingling, but his figure was too thin, with his head bowed down, and he looked gloomy.

Qiao Fangjie announced a few names and looked at her expectantly.

"If you need anything from me, I can do it, and I can find more people to join me." Qiao Fangjie said seriously, "But can I not die? My mother is still waiting for me to take care of her."

Wan Miao pressed her cheek distressedly and said, "We are here to help you, can you tell us what happened first?"

Qiao Fangjie hesitated for a moment, and just when she was about to speak, a figure lifted the white cloth and walked in.

"Mom!" She stood up, and quickly helped the woman whose face could not be seen to go to the bed and sit down.

"Ahem, Fangjie, hurry up and study, Mom will take care of the money."

"Mom, please rest first."

"Mother Qian will solve it..."

No matter what Qiao Fangjie said, the mother repeated that sentence as if no one else was there.

Wan Miao scratched her head, and whispered into Jian Mingya's ear, "Why does her mother only say this?"

Before Jian Mingya answered, Qiao Fangjie gave him a sideways glance and said, "I can hear you."

"Because my mother usually only said this to me..." The little girl was obviously a little sad, "The cram school I want to go to is really too expensive, but other students are in it, so my mother has to go to it because of me. Working a lot of…”

"Basically when I go home every week, she comes back very late, and occasionally falls asleep when she is too sleepy after saying a few words."

Qiao Fangjie sat on the edge of the bed in a daze and muttered, "I haven't seen my mother smile for a long time..."

Jian Mingya asked again: "Where's your father?"

"He and my brother left here." Qiao Fangjie said without emotion, as if referring to a stranger.

"My mother didn't tell me the reason, but even my mother was so tired that he didn't come back to take a look. I don't think he is a good man."

Three dreams, three different mothers, three fathers who weren't involved in growing up.

Jian Mingya was silent for a while, as fate seemed to imply that she was going on a strange path.

Qiao Fangjian said all these things hidden in her heart, even in her dream, she seemed much more relaxed.

Slowly, she explained the reason why she wanted to kill, and said that there were really many other victims. They wanted to prepare gasoline and lighters to arrange the layout themselves, but it was difficult to get props at their age. It is still in preparation.

But really let them collect slowly, and it is really possible to succeed in the end.

Most of these children are children from poor families, and their parents are very concerned about their studies. They even have to pay for them to study. All kinds of cram schools set up by the school must be attended. I would rather eat steamed buns and drink cold water every day, and stay up all night for ten jobs.

It is said that the children of the poor are already in charge of the family. If Fangjie hadn’t heard the secret conversation between the class teacher and the principal, and asked the senior sisters who also lived in the teacher’s house, they would probably still be studying hard for their parents’ expectations, and at the same time working hard for the parents’ expectations. I am sad because of the grades that cannot be raised and too much useless knowledge.

——How can a primary school offer a series of classes that sound fascinating, such as material identification classes and psychological education training classes, in the name of being good for children, although parents and the outside world are uniformly called competition improvement classes.

The headmaster is inextricably linked with the local mayor. Even if every student earns some money, as long as the amount is not large, they will not be punished at all.

Students with slightly better conditions would not care about this at all. Only poor students like them who want to make a difference will treat this matter as a big deal.

Qiao Fangjie became emotional while talking: "I don't want to study in this school at all! But my mother doesn't listen to me at all, she just pays, and pays without looking at anything!"

"I told her that the things I learned are useless..." Fang Jie choked up, "But she said that she didn't understand, and that it was always right for me to study hard."

The mother who came in next to her had already fallen asleep on the bed, just like her appearance in reality.

Jian Mingya walked over slowly and held her in her arms. The faint fragrance of flowers radiated from her body and reached Qiao Fangjie's nasal cavity.

"May I help you realize your wish in another way?" She said gently, "This is a dream, and we are the magical girls of the dream. If there are any friends you want to call together, we can find them."

"Magic girl?!" Qiao Fangjie's eyes widened. She had never watched any TV, so she naturally didn't know what kind of creature it was, but magic has always been a fascinating and magical thing.

"Yes." Jian Mingya nodded, with a gentle smile on her face, she looked at Qiao Fangjie's school uniform and said, "I don't know if you know Li Lingling, but she is actually a prepared magical girl."

"She's my deskmate..." Qiao Fangjie's tone was a little dull, and she was a little shocked by the strange plot that the deskmate turned out to be a magical girl.

Jian Mingya was also a little surprised, but soon, the smile on her face became brighter, and the eyes she looked at Qiao Fangjie became more loving. The little girl who hadn't felt relaxed for a long time touched her ears shyly.

Wan Miao gasped, he couldn't figure out why Qiao Fangjie didn't recognize him anymore, since he was still seen the year before last!

"You really don't know me!" Wan Miao flipped in his hand, and a miniature lotus flower appeared in his hand, "It's this flower, I remember it was in your kitchen at that time."

Qiao Fangjie tilted her head and thought about it carefully, but she could only remember a vague white shadow, but she couldn't think of a trace anymore.

Wan Miao was going to be autistic, he cried and hugged his poor little Huahua, and sat on the concise and elegant veil.

Qiao Fangjie has a mature mind, and her mood is more depressed and extreme. Although she is very curious about the existence of this kind of elf, she doesn't make a sound to comfort her. Instead, she nestles in Jian Mingya's arms and waits for her action.

An enlarged version of the lotus flower slowly bloomed in the hands of the beautiful bride. The pure white petals floated in the air against gravity and sprinkled sparkling crystal powder.

Qiao Fangjie just blinked her eyes and found herself in another person's dream.