The daily vest cannot be dropped

If I give an example to describe the transformation process of [Qing Xing Deng], it is like playing a card game, the waiting time for the interface is the same.

Wen Muqing held his breath and stared at the card——

"Huh? It's gone?" He unbelievingly took out the card and turned it over for a few times, thinking that he had evolved a fake card.

The system snorted: [Do you expect him to become a rainbow Mary Sue or domineering and cool? ]

Wen Muqing shook the card, and muttered: "I don't expect him to become so powerful all at once, but——this is too perfunctory."

On the [Qing Xing Lantern] card, the word R has changed to SR, and the prestige bar below is so long that it can only be upgraded in the year of the monkey.

The character design on the card has not changed, and it is still the original appearance of the main body. Wen Muqing keenly noticed that the patterns on his lantern seemed to be more dense and complicated.

Overall, compared with the R card, there is no change. Wen Muqing was originally looking forward to changing the appearance of [Qing Xingdeng].

He turned the card to the back, there was no blank space for the prompt word, but the word [manipulation] was added.

"So, the prompt words of this card are based on my interpretation first and then added?" Wen Muqing thought, "Is it to prevent me from being destroyed later?"

It feels like this setting is a bit upside down. It is obvious that he felt the original emotion of the card when playing [Qing Xing Deng], and thus deduced the external character, but now it has become his initiative to drive the change of the card's character.

This is also the opposite of the other cards.

The system didn't answer Wen Muqing's words, which made him worry about it.

—Maybe this is another pitfall that I may step on in the future.

As for the abilities, two new ones have been added while the original two have not changed.

Affinity [MAX]: [The best hunters often appear as prey.Smile, you will become the focus of the audience, and you will be more attractive to people with evil intentions. ]

This is a passive skill, you don't need to upgrade it to be the highest, and if you show a smile and become the focus, it must be very profitable to be a celebrity.

Illusion: [Illusion can also create existence, when the other party gives trust, it will become reality. ]

——It looks like it is used in conjunction with the first skill [Speaking Skills].

Wen Muqing suddenly thought of an important question: If people believe that the dead are still alive, can the illusion of [Qing Xing Deng] still give a real existence?

He asked the system directly.

The system said without hesitation: [What are you talking about that is unrealistic, people are dead when they die, and even gods can't save them. ]

"But didn't I also die in the first place?" Wen Muqing was a rare incarnation of a gangster, and asked unwillingly, "I think maybe I can try it?"

The system choked on him for a while before saying: [You are different...]

Soon, it sneered: [I don't care about you.Try it and die, when the whole card is gone, don't blame me for not reminding you. ]

Wen Muqing let out an "oh" in disappointment.

He remembers waking up from the car accident, and that's what the system in his head told him: "You're dead—but because of me, you're still alive."So please thank me and accept your mission. ]

Immediately afterwards, a bunch of messy information knocked him dizzy.

At first, he thought it was a virus system that was forced to buy and sell, and even considered giving up the treatment and dying together.

Later, when getting along, Wen Muqing discovered that this seemingly arrogant and cold system, who seemed to say the word "kill" in a second, was actually an old lady who was very good at nagging.Moreover, the tasks issued by the system are also very loose, never mandatory, and will give him benefits around the corner.

Wen Muqing could sense that the system still had regrets and guilt for the initial meeting. Out of consideration for his companions, he stopped mentioning it and gradually forgot the initial beginning.

It turned out that he was also the one who died once.

Wen Muqing focused his attention on the card of [Qing Xing Deng] again, no matter how carefully he observed this time, he didn't find any difference.

However, after evolving for a long time, I haven't evolved a skill that can fight. It seems that [Qing Xingdeng] is destined to be the boss behind the scenes.

Wen Muqing has no objection to this, the cards he can play are not uncommon, even if he runs out of cards, he can draw again.

At this time, the girl in the rain also came out with a wet skirt. She sat on a chair and looked at Wen Muqing eagerly.

Wen Muqing was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Can't find any needles and threads? The needles and threads are in the cabinet over there. I don't have any fabric of your color, so I can only fold it a little."

The girl in the rain took the needle and thread, and continued to look at it with a pair of foggy eyes.

Wen Muqing thought for a while, turned on the TV in the room, connected to the star network, called up the video of the introductory sewing, and said to her gently: "You try it first, if you can't work it out, I'll help you later."

It was almost evening now, and he kind of wanted to go to the bakery to see how the two children were doing, maybe he could pick them up from school.

The hand of the girl in the rain trembling slightly, she nodded and watched the teaching video on TV seriously.

Wen Muqing greeted the system, then dialed the number of [Qing Xingdeng], and went to the second floor of the bakery.

Pingyu No. [-] Middle School is the best junior high school in Pingyu City. It is surrounded by Pingyu Kindergarten, Pingyu Primary School, and even Pingyu High School. There is no price.

The signboard outside this pastry house casually writes the word "sweet", and there is often an extremely strong sweet fragrance of cakes inside, but the store has never come out to attract customers.

Children who pass by here after school every day, and parents who come to pick up their children, often feel pity. The former regrets that they can’t eat sweet cakes, while the latter feel that it takes up such a large space and does not open a store, which is a waste of the good location of the school district. .

This afternoon, when the colorful clouds spread from the sky again, the tired bird uttered a soft song calling for its companions, but the glass door of the pastry shop that was usually locked was opened from the inside.

With the "swish" sound of the door opening, the rich aroma of pastries wafted out from inside, and the pedestrians passing by stopped.

Wearing ordinary clothes and wearing glasses, the store manager, who looks like an artist elegantly, moved out a small table with various styles of pastries on it.

A man on a bicycle passed by, couldn't help but stop the car, and greeted in the dialect of Pingyu City: "This cake shop is about to open?"

The store manager showed him a warm and polite smile: "Yes."

He put the table in the open space in front of the window and put a small sign on it.

"Free tasting, one piece per person, please don't take more."

Then, he locked the store door from the outside, nodded at the man, and walked towards Pingyu Primary School openly.

The man stared at the sign and hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand to pinch one of the flower-shaped pastries, and put it directly into his mouth.

"Grass, delicious!"

The rich milk fragrance accompanied by the aroma of flowers stimulates the taste buds, making the mouth water. The man couldn't help but swear, he looked at the "one piece per person" on the sign and stared at it for a long time, but he still couldn't take it. one.

"Tsk, the door is about to open anyway, so let's come back tomorrow."

He shook his head, stepped back on the bicycle, and wondered how many bicycles he would buy for the whole family.

But such a delicious cake shop is not famous at all?He passed by here every day, but he couldn't remember when it started.

……

The two children were in the second class of the third grade. At this time, it was still more than ten minutes before school ended. Ye Tingshen stood in a group of parents who also came to pick up their children and looked out of place.

"Little handsome guy, you come to pick up the baby too."

The aunt standing next to him couldn't help but came over and said hello: "Which class is it? My grandson is in Class [-], Grade [-]!"

Ye Ting maintained a polite arc at the corner of his mouth, and said in a gentle voice: "It's the third grade, not in the same class."

The aunt answered a few words, and couldn't help opening another topic.Parents always have endless things to say about their children's education and meals. Ye Tingshen replied from time to time. He obviously didn't disclose any information, but he was able to pick up all the topics naturally, taking care of the feelings of everyone who spoke, and spoke well. into the crowd.

As the school bell rang, and the iron sliding doors outside the campus opened, parents and children fused together at an extremely fast speed, as if two armies were at war.

The parents next to Ye Tingshen also rushed away, and before they left, they greeted him reluctantly, saying goodbye next time, and even stuffed several business cards into his arms.

Is this the efficiency of information collection by people with high speech skills and strong affinity?

He looked at the extra business card in his hand, and easily matched the name on the business card with the person, and with that person's family situation.

Those parents couldn't think of it, they were just chatting a few words, but it was equivalent to directly explaining the situation of their whole family.

Ye Tingshen stood by the wall, waiting for the crowd to pass, and then Shi Shiran walked into the campus, walking all the way to the second class of the third grade.Based on his understanding of the two children, they probably waited for the big troops to leave before going out slowly.

Sure enough, when he reached the classroom, Qin Zhen and Li Sanuo were sitting side by side, holding their schoolbags and mumbling something.

Ye Tingshen raised his voice to attract their attention, and saw that the eyes of the two children lit up instantly, like young birds called back by a big bird, they bypassed the tables and benches, and jumped to his side without hesitation.

"Ms. Ye!" The two hugged one of his thighs, looking extremely excited.

"Yes." Ye Ting replied in a low voice, "I will take you home."

He looked at the other parents and students who subconsciously turned their heads when they heard the title "teacher", stretched out his hand and rubbed their heads: "It's fine to call me brother outside from now on."

Li Sanuo asked, "What about Brother Ye Shou?"

"He—" Ye Ting smiled narrowly, "You can call him Uncle Ye."

"Eh—?" The two children exclaimed, "Ye, Uncle Ye?"

Ye Ting said without changing his expression: "Yes, do you think he is much older, even his hair is gray."

Seems to make sense?

The two children quickly accepted this setting, took a deep breath at Ye Ting and called Ye Gege.

The tall young man took the books of the two on his shoulders, bent down slightly, held a child in one hand, and slowly led them to the pastry shop.

On the road, Qin Zhen and Li Sanuo chatted about the interesting things they encountered in school: the teacher always thought that the two of them were of mixed race based on the color of their pupils, and thought that their English skills were particularly good; Wanted to bully Qin Zhen, but was kicked by her and cried...

Ye Tingshen nodded his head from time to time to respond. He restrained his dark side, as if he was the best listener in the world. People couldn't help telling him their troubles and sharing their joy.

Qin Zhen and Li Sanuo looked at each other while talking, and they couldn't help laughing.

Although I haven't been with these mysterious adults for a few days, it really seems to have found a home.

The two of them tacitly agreed, and both entrusted their small dreams to others.

The three of them walked all the way to the door of the pastry shop, stepping on the afterglow of the sunset, but saw several children surrounded by the shop, talking about something noisily.

The table decorated with lovely lace was overturned to the ground, most of the pastries on it had been taken away, and the rest rolled down the slope to the side of the road, wrapped in dust without hesitation.

A little girl in school uniform squatted among them, holding her schoolbag and not daring to lift her head.

Ye Ting withdrew his smile, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

The two children fell silent and stood beside him.

The standing child was wearing the same school uniform as Qin Zhen's and the others, wearing a red scarf, and looked about five or six years old.

One of the boys, who seemed to be the leader, picked his nostrils with his dirty hands: "Are you the owner of this cake shop?"

"I'm asking you." Ye Ting pierced like a knife with a threatening look in his dark smoky eyes.

The naughty boy subconsciously lowered his hands, feeling like he was facing the dean, and raised his voice as if to cover up: "What are you doing? We are looking after the shop for you!"

He pointed to the child squatting on the ground: "This guy doesn't follow the rules and wants to steal two pieces of cake. We'll keep you under control and you still haven't thanked us."

"I asked you to watch the shop?" Ye Ting sneered deeply, he took a step forward, his adult height made him look down on these bad boys, his murderous aura instantly released, enveloping them all.

The biting cold began to spread from the soles of the feet, making several people feel like falling into an ice cave in the sweltering June. They couldn't tell what it was like, but there was always a fear of being stared at by hungry wolves, and they screamed subconsciously With a sound, they shivered and hugged each other.

Seeing that several people were startled into a daze, Ye Tingshen bent down and said softly: "Now go and pick up those pastries on the ground, remember to copy the eight honors and eight disgraces three hundred times when you get home, and -- good boys don't waste food oh."

"I, we know."

The leading boy replied tremblingly, blowing out the snot bubbles, without any self-righteous arrogance at the beginning.

Before Ye Tingshen could say a second sentence, a group of people scattered like birds and beasts, and even picked up the cake on the ground before leaving, even picking up the crumbs.

Qin Zhen and Li Sanuo watched with admiration as Ye Tingshen scolded the group of skinny children away with just a few words, and then began to imagine how much they would be enlightened in the future.

"Okay, you can get up too." Ye Tingshen pulled up the little girl who was squatting on the ground, closed her eyes, and looked like she was letting herself be handled, took a handkerchief from her arms and wiped her face, "Want a cake? Inside besides."

"Well, if you don't want to eat now, you can come tomorrow."

The girl shook her head and said thank you softly. She turned her head, was startled by the duo standing behind, and ran away with her schoolbag without even saying hello.

Only then did Li Sanuo and Qin Zhen see her face, and quickly said to Ye Ting, "She is our classmate!"

Ye Tingshen put away the table and opened the door: "Go in and talk."

Because there are only baked goods in the pastry shop, which cannot satisfy the nutrition of the two growing children, Ye Tingshen wrote a note before leaving and gave them the address of a shop, asking them to order healthy and nutritious meals from it.

At the beginning, the two children helped Ye Tingshen order a meal together, but when they saw that he didn't show up for a few days, they canceled it.

At this moment, the two of them were holding the meal, only Ye Tingshen was empty in front of him, and the scene was quite funny.

Ye Tingshen interrupted the guilty expressions of the two who wanted to order another one: "I don't need to eat, you eat first, and then tell me what happened to that little girl."

After the two of them finished explaining and went to do their homework, Ye Tingshen walked into the room alone, turned off the light, and picked up the camera placed in the corner to fiddle with it again.

"Her name is Li Yi. She is a classmate who is difficult to talk to. She sits in the corner of the classroom alone, with her head down every day. The teacher doesn't answer her questions. Sasa and I went to chat with him, but we were also rejected. .”

"Her conditions at home seem to be very poor. I have smelled blood from wounds on her body. I originally planned to follow her after school with Zhenzhen, but she never seemed to go home directly, and had to wander outside for many hours. Seems worried that other people will know what's going on in her home."

"She never does homework, but the teacher doesn't seem to care about it, but she didn't refuse when I offered her candy. Li Yi smiles very cutely. I think she is a good boy."

"I always felt that it was Li Yi's family who treated her badly, but when I offered to help, she refused in panic, and then never spoke to me again..."

The two children explained the little girl's affairs word by word, and their eyes were full of worry about their classmates and their trust in him.

Fragmented information swirled in his mind, gradually converging into a spider web-like picture.

Ye Tingshen raised the camera, pressed the shutter on Wanjia lights, and quickly spit out the black and red scene.

The dotted lights dispelled most of the darkness, but there were still some shadows and ugliness lurking in it, waiting for an opportunity to move.

He hinted that if there were no accidents, he should have gained something tomorrow.

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The next day was not a very good weather, cloudy, and I don't know if it will rain.

Ye Tingshen didn't care at all about his appearance that was still being broadcast on local channels, Shi Shiran opened the door of the pastry shop, intending to experience the management of the shop manager for a day today.

The little girl who looked like a stray cat squatted in the corner at some point, looking up at him. The zipper of her schoolbag behind her had been opened, revealing several tattered textbooks.

Li Yi's face was full of bewilderment, as if he didn't quite understand why he happened to come to this pastry shop, and then was caught by the elegant and powerful store manager.

"Do you want to come in?" He said gently, not mentioning that elementary school students should be in class at this time.

Li Yi carefully grasped his hand and walked into the warm and fragrant pastry house.

Ye Tingshen prepared a plate of digestible pastries and a bottle of Shuhua milk for her, and then sat in a corner of the store, picking up the magazines on the table and flipping through them.

"You... don't you want to ask me something?" The little girl carefully ate the pastry, took two bites and looked up, but she still didn't hold back her temper and opened her mouth.

The target is not you.

Ye Ting smiled deeply, without explaining, just said: "How does it taste? If it's not enough, there are others."

At this time, I can still hear the class bell from the campus not far away, long and joyful, with enough magic power to dispel sleepiness.

Soon, the wind chime at the door was activated by someone, making a crisp crashing sound.

The woman in summer wearing wide-sleeved trousers was holding her mobile phone tightly in her hand. As soon as she entered the door, her eyes were directly locked on Li Yi who was eating pastries, and an angry voice came over the next second.

"You little thing! Did you play truant for your schooling?! With this spare money, I might as well enroll your brother in a cram school!"

"It's okay to get poor grades in the usual exams, but today I just skipped class!"

She grabbed Li Yi's arm as if no one was there, and directed her anger at Ye Tingshen who was sitting by the side.

"You were the one who lured my baby to skip class with snacks? You are really dark-hearted. I don't have any money for you to earn!"

Li Yi's remaining hand tightly pinched the crispy pastry until it deformed, the faint light in her eyes disappeared again, and her figure was thin, like a puppet manipulated by someone.

Ye Tingshen was not angry at her abuse, he smiled slightly, with an irresistible charm: "You are Li Yi's mother, right? It's not good to be angry in the morning, do you want to have some snacks?"

The woman's expression froze, and she couldn't help but slow down her tone: "How much is the price? We ordinary people can't afford any expensive snacks."

"For you, no money." Ye Tingshen took a plate of solid-colored egg rolls from the counter, placed them in front of her, and then pulled Li Yi's hand out of her hands with an unquestionable attitude.

"Li Yi is a good boy. I just sent a message to her homeroom teacher. I can just go to class later."

The young store manager winked at the little girl: "Is it okay for you to go to class by yourself?"

Li Yi replied in a low voice, the pastry in her hand was completely crushed into lumps, and the fat that belonged to the cake made her hands sticky.

Ye Tingshen handed her a wet towel, and then covered it with a paper towel, and gave her a round colored glass ball that looked easy to pinch.

"Go." He said, "I'll have a good talk with your mother."

Li Yi was sent to the door by him, turned around, only to see his slightly obese mother was holding brioche rolls in both hands, and was greedily swallowing them.

The eyes of the man who kept smiling did not have the warmth they should have, but instead had an inhuman coldness.

Carrying her schoolbag, holding the glass beads, she took a few steps outside, turned her head, and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

I saw the huge pastry shop in pink and white, and I don't know when it turned into an empty old house, the doors and windows were locked, and there was no popularity.

She subconsciously stretched out her right hand to her nose and sniffed lightly.

Sweet, it tastes like cake...