MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 109

uncle?

Ji Tong was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered that the host's grandfather had two sons. The eldest son, Pei Minghong, was engaged in the financial industry in China, and the other son was engaged in art abroad.

On the day Pei Huaishan went to find a host in the bakery for the first time, he said that it would have been better if he hadn't gone to his youngest son to recover from his illness, because Pei Minghong kept the matter of Pei Qingyuan's background hidden from him and dealt with it without authorization, and he didn't know about it until he returned to China a few months later.

Due to the good habit of recording precious moments for the host by video archiving at every turn, Ji Tong quickly dug out the conversation that day from the data.

The host's uncle's name is Siyou, and his full name should be Pei Siyou.

A very standard style of high-frequency words for the name of the male protagonist in the crematorium world.

Have to say, it sounds pretty cool.

Of course, it is still inferior to Mr. Ji.

Thinking of this, since Pei Siyou, who had never met before, drew the jelly bean robot so handsomely, Ji Tong praised with dignity: "I remembered, uncle's name is pretty nice."

Then, the surrounding air temperature subtly dropped a little bit.

Pei Qingyuan's tone was unclear: "Do you remember his name?"

In his impression, Ji Tong only heard it once.

"Pei Siyou, right?" Ji Tong said proudly, "I have a good memory."

Really good.

Huang Wen, who was working on the jelly bean robot, shivered suddenly, and asked Cui Yinan next door with a puzzled look: "Do you feel a little cold? The air conditioner is not turned on today."

Cui Yinan just finished sneezing, put on his coat, and suggested seriously: "Why don't we go buy barbecue first."

Although Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan on the opposite side seemed to be chatting quietly, he could smell some kind of breath before the storm.

Perhaps this is the instinct of self-preservation of the metaphysical master.

And Ji Tong has long been used to the air-conditioning of the host brand, so he didn't feel it, so he searched for Pei Siyou's information and saw the uncle's photo.

Loose curly hair, a slightly decadent beard, naturally melancholic eyes, and a dark checked suit, you can tell that you are an artist regardless of your occupation.

If you use Xie Yuchi's words to describe it, this is at least the uninhibited temperament that can only be cultivated by scumming a dozen targets.

Since Pei Siyou would upload this graffiti on the host's birthday and the day when jelly beans were launched, he should have had a good relationship with the host when he was in China, at least closer to the host than those "parents".

Ji Tong tried to imagine the scene of the cold host getting along with such an uncle with a scumbag temperament, and couldn't help laughing.

No, you have to respect your elders a little bit.

He coughed lightly, restrained his expression, and said solemnly: "Uncle is quite handsome."

"..." Catching the fleeting smile on his face, Pei Qingyuan slightly aggravated his tone, "He is already in his thirties."

The setting of Season Banquet is twenty-nine years old, only one step away from thirty.

The faces of the handsome guys are all small.

Ji Tong, who was committed to defending President Ji's glory, said casually: "Thirty is still very young, is uncle married?"

He has no relatives, and he doesn't mind having multiple uncles. It would be even better if the uncles had children, maybe they were at a cute and fun age.

Seeing He Xingxing today made him miss the time when he pretended to be a human cub.

He wanted to play with the children, and also wanted to see how the host got along with other children.

After the question was uttered, the air fell into a sudden silence.

Half a minute later, the host gave a short answer with a hint of danger: "No, he's not married."

"Not married?" Ji Tong sighed thoughtfully, "What a pity."

There are no children to play with.

…Pity?

In the extreme cold, Cui Yinan calmly dragged the bewildered Huang Wen out of the door: "Let's go shopping for food. Send me a message when the cake arrives."

The door slammed shut, leaving only the two of them in the bedroom.

Ji Tong, who was looking at the photo, noticed that the host suddenly became quiet, so he turned to look at him, and whispered, "The host?"

Pei Qingyuan didn't speak.

So Ji Tong blankly observed the very complicated expressions of the people around him.

Is the host feeling touched by this gift from his uncle?

However, the moving component seems to be a bit mixed.

Why does it seem to be mixed with a trace of helplessness and sullenness?

Ji Tong thought wildly for a while, and when he heard the host's breath in his ears, he suddenly became a little timid.

No one else was around, and he was so close to the host.

Although there is no official confession, the relationship between him and the host is completely like a couple.

After holding hands, what will the couple do?

For him, these are completely foreign things.

Thinking of this, Ji Tong inexplicably blushed a little, and moved aside secretly to avoid the oppressive aura of the host at the moment.

And Pei Qingyuan's gloomy gaze gradually melted in front of the boy beside him who suddenly shrank.

In those clear eyes, he clearly saw his own reflection.

His thoughts became hazy, and the already ambiguous distance was getting closer in the sound of breathing at the same frequency.

Until a cell phone rang suddenly.

The cake has arrived.

Five minutes later, downstairs in the dormitory, the delivery man took out the cakes and bread from the car one by one, and carefully handed them to the two college students who came down to pick them up.

One of the lively boys thanked him with a smile, and the other also said thank you, but with a cold expression.

The delivery man rubbed his arms, always feeling a sense of resentment entwined around him, and got into the car with a puzzled expression and left.

Is it said that the male dormitory is full of yang?

On the way back to the dormitory with the cake, Ji Tong hid his shyness and pretended nothing happened.

Thinking of the moment when he was interrupted just now, his heart was filled with strange emotions. He always wanted to say something to the host, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't find the right words.

You can't call me host when other people are around, and today I'm too embarrassed to call you brother.

So he whispered, "Ruanrou."

Pei Qingyuan's footsteps were slightly sluggish, and he waited for a few seconds after responding, but didn't hear any more.

He looked sideways at Ji Tong, and saw that the people around him just turned their heads, and there was a thin chain around the white neck, and the golden key was shining in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Between the hair blown by the wind, there was only a soft voice, which set off layers of ripples on the heart lake.

"nothing."

Pei Qingyuan's hands holding the cake box and snack box tightened quietly.

His system is very good at timing.

I can't even hold hands right now.

In the corridor where people pass by from time to time, Ji Tong counts the tiles on the wall nonchalantly.

The corridor was filled with the residual heat of dusk, elongating the two figures walking side by side.

Not long after returning to the dormitory, Cui Yinan and Huang Wen came back with barbecue drinks, and Ouyang Yu, who was most familiar with this dormitory, was the first to hear the sound, and helped pack things to make room.

Because he is familiar with Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan, and Xie Yuchi feels that the team lacks a trustworthy member who is willing to handle chores, the active Ouyang Yu joined the RS Cup team and became the best member among them. Study hard and work hard, and strive to advance from doing odd jobs to doing real work as soon as possible.

He gave Pei Qingyuan a gift basketball, and before the other students came, he chatted: "Brother Xie said that there are also senior masters in our school who want to join, so will he be the main one to do the AI ​​part later?"

Pei Qingyuan shook his head: "No."

In this world, no one is more capable than Ji Tong in AI.

Ouyang Yu immediately looked at Ji Tong with envy: "That's great, I hope I can catch up to your current level when I graduate."

Ji Tong stole a piece of chocolate made by He Shiwen, and said euphemistically: "It may be a little difficult."

He was on the hook.

Ouyang Yu followed closely behind, stuffing a piece of chocolate into his mouth with a sad expression: "Then let me try my best to catch up with your calorie consumption speed."

Ji Tong ate as soon as he arrived between classes, and the eating was particularly contagious, which made him very greedy, so he couldn't help but started to bring snacks.

Then he and other students who couldn't resist the temptation quickly circled around, but the culprit, Ji Tong, didn't change at all, and even praised him sincerely that he seemed very lucky recently.

It's so sad.

Gotta lose weight.

But today the big cake and these pastries look delicious, and the barbecue is even more delicious.

...Let's cut it down tomorrow.

After the preparations were completed, other acquaintances came over one after another. At first, everyone was a little reserved, but after seeing all kinds of celebratory toys on the surface of the huge cake, their expressions collectively broke down.

These fancy toys really don't match today's birthday star Pei Qingyuan.

But he actually assisted Ji Tong to put the earthy lotus candle lamp on the cake with his own hands.

Ji Tong may not be human.

Maybe it's a humanoid virus.

Someone went to turn off the lights in the dormitory, and Pei Qingyuan took the trouble to light all the toy candles. Amidst the music and laughter of the electronic birthday song, he looked at Ji Tong's smiling face and made a wish.

Pei Qingyuan's wish last year was to grow faster so that the system could stay in the world he likes longer.

This year's wish list just needs a little modification.

He hopes that he can grow faster and keep the system he likes by his side forever.

Pei Qingyuan blew out the candles, and the lights came back on.

The first piece of cake cut was given to Ji Tong.

The entire dormitory was filled with voices and laughter.

Just as lively as last year.

When the cake barbecue was almost finished, everyone started to pile up and play cards, and then eat after a round of rest. At the same time, they agreed that Pei Qingyuan, who didn't know how to play cards at first glance, would be the landlord, and bully the birthday star together.

As a result, after a few blows, everyone's expressions became more and more frightened.

"Did Brother Pei memorize all the cards?!"

"No, it's fine if you remember the cards you've played, why can you guess the cards I haven't played so accurately! How do you know that the king is with me?"

"Brother Pei, it's too wasteful for you to learn artificial intelligence. Why don't you go to play blackjack? It's not a dream to get rich overnight."

Among everyone's bitter jokes, only Ji Tong, who refused to join the battlefield at the beginning, laughed happily. He had played poker with the host a long time ago.

The conclusion reached is not to fight next time.

After making a fuss for a while, thinking that Ji Tong, who had an extremely regular schedule, was about to go to bed, Ouyang Yu suggested going to his dormitory to continue playing, so as not to affect other people's sleep, but also to live up to the end of the precious vacation.

Everyone immediately moved their positions with their things, and did not forget to greet Pei Qingyuan, who stayed at the end on purpose, to come over quickly.

The bedroom was quiet again.

Of course Pei Qingyuan would not go there immediately.

The gaudy celebration toys became Ji Tong's spoils. He washed off the cream stained on the plastic with water, and then wiped them dry with paper towels.

The sound of music wafted steadily from the blooming lotus lantern, and Ji Tong laughed while listening: "It is said on the Internet that it can play like this for a year, is it true?"

It was also the first time Pei Qingyuan saw this outdated celebration toy. He watched the seriousness of the system, and responded, "Maybe."

It was a bit noisy at night, so Ji Tong disassembled the inner core of the lotus lamp and studied the circuit inside.

"Turn off this wire for a while and it won't ring." He said enthusiastically, "Reconnect it when you need it."

For example, using this strange way to wake everyone up.

The music stopped abruptly, leaving only lights and moonlight in the room.

There are five minutes left in Ji Tong's advanced form. According to the usual practice, it is time to wash up and go to bed, and then secretly use the great camouflage technique Golden Cicada to escape the shell.

With his head down, he concentrated on putting a new row of celebratory toys into his bookshelf, arranging them neatly.

The colorful and lively colors lit up the bookshelf, the cake tonight was delicious, Ji Tong thought of the sweetness of cream left between his lips and teeth, and suddenly wanted to eat another piece.

He struggled for a second, and decided to discuss with Pei Qingyuan beside him, and cut another piece of cake: "Host, there is still time, can you..."

The host will definitely agree to him.

When Ji Tong happily turned to face the host, his eyes suddenly widened.

Unknowingly, the distance between each other is almost close to each other.

Along with the hoarse, familiar voice came surging heat.

"Well, there's still time."

The interrupted kiss fell at this moment.

It tastes like cream.