MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 97

The little robot, with its head down and motionless, felt a light touch from the soles of its feet.

Numerous small flower buds burst out of the ground, passed through the green grass, and entangled with the crystal-clear flowing electron particles around him.

A more intense fragrance of flowers came from the surroundings, and those flowers that were originally in bud suddenly bloomed, and the rainbow-like dreamy light appeared in the clouds, reflecting on the rust-green machine body that he specially adjusted.

Ji Tong raised his head blankly, and saw the scene of the white butterfly flying into the host's body, and immediately widened his shiny eyes.

…He actually forgot to hide the butterfly.

It's over, it has returned to the host's heart now, won't it carry the memory of the past?

He has done many things in front of butterflies that can expose human identity.

The little robot began to drop electrons tremblingly again.

Fortunately, after he observed for dozens of seconds, there was no violent tornado in this world, only more and more vigorous vitality.

There was no anger in the host's heart.

Those eyes, which are usually calm and waveless, looked over at this moment, but at this moment, they were flickering with indistinguishable complex emotions, so bright that it made Ji Tong flustered.

"Your initial form looks different from reality."

The little robot hurriedly looked away.

Because he secretly had plastic surgery.

Still in the ugly direction.

But this time, he didn't have to ask the host if he was afraid of this form.

There was no fear in the other party's eyes, but they were hotter and brighter than the sun in the clouds.

Pei Qingyuan approached him, his appearance was the same as in reality, much taller than the little robot.

The tall shadow gradually shrouded, and the little robot subconsciously took a step back.

In this secret and silent world, two shadows, one tall and one short, are getting closer.

With a blank mind, Ji Tong felt that the host seemed to be about to say something very important.

So in the next second, only a pile of crackling electronic particles remained on the ground intertwined with flowers and green grass, and the little robot disappeared.

Ji Tong immediately chose to go offline and escape.

"Host, it's dawn and it's time to get up for class, see you in the dormitory!"

Opening the consciousness space to the host is indeed a wrong choice!

Withdrawing his consciousness out of the virtual space, Ji Tong nestled in the bed curtain that blocked the light on all sides, and covered himself tightly with a quilt, not wanting to face reality.

He avoided what the host didn't have time to say, but he couldn't escape the emotion clearly engraved in the eyes of the other party, as well as the most honest and gorgeous scenery in the emotional zone.

A good traditional cool article that the system assists the host of the United States and the strong and miserable to counterattack, how did it go astray like this?

Ji Tong hit the pillow with his head melancholy, but didn't dare to use too much force as he hammered. He held his breath and buried himself in the pillow, fearing that the host in the next bed would come over.

He waited in fear for an unknown amount of time, when suddenly he heard the sound of the door closing softly.

The host seems to have gone out.

So he quietly opened a little bed curtain, poked his head out and looked around.

The gray-blue air flooded into the dormitory in the early morning. Huang Wen, who had class in the morning, just came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, and greeted him in a low voice: "Good morning, don't you two have class in the first period? Why do you wake up so early?"

Ji Tong with messy hair poked his head out from the bed curtain to observe the surroundings carefully. Huang Wen was amused, thinking he was looking for Pei Qingyuan, and immediately explained: "Brother Pei woke up earlier than me One point, I should go to the cafeteria to eat, and I will bring you breakfast by the way."

...Why add this second half of the sentence!

These things that Ji Tong was already used to, now seem to have an indescribably ambiguous atmosphere.

Taking advantage of the absence of the host, Ji Tong hurriedly got out of bed to wash up.

Huang Wen looked at his flustered back, scratched his head, and said to himself, "I wonder if brother Pei will buy more today, I also want to have breakfast."

A faint voice came from the only bed curtain above where someone was staying: "You'd better not rub it."

Huang Wen trembled in fright: "Grass, Master Cui, tell me sooner when you wake up, you scared me to death."

Cui Yinan opened the bed curtain, revealing a pair of pure dark circles: "I basically didn't sleep."

"You're about to become a panda... What were you doing last night, Xiuxian?"

Cui Yinan nodded, then shook his head: "I'm using my lifelong knowledge of combining Chinese and Western to calculate something."

"What's the deal?" Huang Wen got excited immediately, "Is it my peach blossom?"

"Is there any need to continue counting?"

"..." Huang Wen rolled his eyes, "Then what are you doing? The grade points you can get at the end of the semester?"

"I can't say, but I can give you a precious life advice."

"What?"

"In the days to come, you can continue to jokingly say I love you, Master Cui, or you can occasionally say I love you, Brother Pei."

Cui Yinan paused for a moment, and said inscrutablely, "But don't say I love you Xiao Ji."

"Why?" Huang Wen looked puzzled, "Isn't it all talkative? Why can't you just say this to Xiao Ji?"

"There's no reason." Cui Yinan slowly climbed out of bed, "You can say what you want, anyway, I haven't tried to help someone make an emergency call."

Huang Wen: ...

Seeing his confused expression, Cui Yinan sighed, pushed his glasses, and patted his shoulder as he passed by: "My divination is very accurate."

"You can't see anything at this point, which proves that you have to stay single, even from a scientific point of view."

"Hey, speak clearly, **** stick!"

"No, the secret must not be leaked."

"Then my betting on an orphan is not considered a secret?!"

"Oh, that's common sense."

When Pei Qingyuan came back with the sumptuous breakfast bought for Ji Tong as usual, the clever Cui Yinan had already dragged Huang Wen to the cafeteria.

Only Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan are left in the dormitory.

The breakfast in the plastic lunch box on the table is all Ji Tong's favorite food.

Reason tells Ji Tong that he can no longer eat as usual, but because of the instinct of eating Chinese people to penetrate into the soul, he really can't resist this tempting aroma.

While spit on himself, Ji Tong ate the steamed stuffed bun silently, his face was swollen like a steamed stuffed bun.

"Host, you don't need to buy me breakfast from tomorrow."

he said very carefully.

By the way, I took a sneak peek at the host's expression from the corner of my eye.

Ji Tong felt that he was a little too drifting in the days when he became a human being again, so that the host completely treated himself as a human being of the same age, which was his responsibility.

In the future, he will restrain himself a bit, be an artificial intelligence without emotion, and keep a proper distance from the host.

If you want to eat something, you can buy it yourself.

And Pei Qingyuan's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't hear the voice as thin as a mosquito.

He looked at the delicious steamed stuffed bun in Ji Tong's hand, as if he remembered something, and said softly, "I can eat green onions now."

In this simple and plain sentence, Ji Tong instantly remembered the countless mornings in high school, when he and the host sat under the tree and ate breakfast with different patterns every day.

At that time, the host would secretly picky eaters, leaving one or two stuffed buns with green onions.

After Ji Tong generously took in these disliked buns with his belly, he also wrote this matter in the host's domestication log, planning not to tell the host that there are green onions in the stuffing in the future, and to correct his picky eating habits.

Those sunny memories flooded into his mind, and Ji Tong's straightened back immediately softened.

He couldn't help changing his words: "It's too troublesome to go out early and pack breakfast for me... Let's go to the cafeteria to eat together from tomorrow."

"Okay." Pei Qingyuan responded calmly, and handed him the soy milk.

The soy milk is very sweet, turning Ji Tong's chaotic head into an even more chaotic tofu brain.

…Did he just take the initiative to promise something that would run counter to his goal of keeping a proper distance from the host?

Ji Tong wanted to hit the pillow with his head again.

The host is obviously reticent in front of others, why is he so good at talking in front of him?

Forget it, talk about something else.

"Senior Qiao invited us to visit the team tonight, but the senior from the mahjong club also called me." Ji Tong said anxiously, "Does the host want to go to the robot team alone?"

If the host went to meet these teammates alone, he might be able to get closer to this group of peers.

Perhaps the host can gradually establish other emotions that are more in line with ordinary people's cognition, and divert his attention from this artificial intelligence that has accompanied him through the most difficult years of his life.

Gratitude and rejoicing are sometimes mistaken for love, and the difference between the two will only be discovered when encountering a real heartbeat.

This is the emotional chicken soup that the messy Ji Tong found on the Internet.

It sounds reasonable.

However, Pei Qingyuan defeated his difficult attempt with just one sentence.

"Senior Qiao said that a cross-group match will be arranged in the courtyard tonight." Pei Qingyuan said, "You can see robots in different forms playing football with your own eyes."

...That's a stupid robot that kicks a ball hard and falls over.

Pei Qingyuan saw the instant collapse of persistence in Ji Tong's eyes, and a smile flashed across his face.

"You are free to do what you want." He said seriously, "Don't be burdened, just like in the past."

Ji Tong's resistance to feelings was as expected.

Even setting aside the like-or-dislike responses, he was aware of the concerns his system might have.

This is also the reason why Pei Qingyuan didn't speak out immediately after understanding his feelings.

Fortunately, there is still a long time between them destined to bond together.

He can wait slowly.

Hearing what he said, Ji Tong hesitated for a while before saying, "Then can we go to the classroom separately?"

Two boys are always sticking together, which will make people have many unnecessary associations, such as Ouyang Yu yesterday.

As time goes on, there may be various rumors, after all, people tend to be very interested in this kind of emotional gossip.

This cannot affect the host's ungerminated emotional line.

"Yes." Pei Qingyuan replied calmly.

Ji Tong observed his reaction and felt that the host should not be angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Changing the host's attitude towards him is not a one-day effort, he has to take it slowly.

With different thoughts in mind, a day of study began.

Today Ouyang Yu arrived in the classroom early, wandered around for a while in the classroom with many empty seats, he didn't choose the seat he used to sit in before, but sat in the last row.

He didn't have the courage to sit in front of Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan for the time being.

He is afraid of death.

Five minutes later, Ji Tong appeared at the door of the classroom.

He looked around and walked straight past the place where he used to sit.

Under Ouyang Yu's gaze that gradually changed from doubt to shock, Ji Tong stopped beside him, a little embarrassed and said: "Is there anyone in the seat by the window?"

He has observed that this is the corner of the classroom, and there are people in the front row, so it is impossible for the host who came later to be next to him.

"No one is sitting."

Ouyang Yu's mouth was faster than his brain, and he regretted it as soon as he said it.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to change his words, so he could only get up and let the other party in, and watched Ji Tong become his temporary tablemate.

Well, he owes Ji Tong.

This is the retribution for his nonsense.

Sitting next to Ji Tong, he would keep thinking of the amazing mouth that day, and then frantically dig the castle with his toes. This feeling is comparable to flashing through his mind in the middle of the night when he was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep. A revolving door for every embarrassing situation.

The world was too cruel to him.

But... why did Ji Tong come to the classroom alone today?

Then where does Pei Qingyuan sit?

Another five minutes passed, the students had almost arrived, and Pei Qingyuan walked into the classroom alone.

He carried a bag of fresh-cut fruit boxes that he obviously didn't buy for himself and a cup of milk tea. Amidst the growing despair of Ouyang Yu and the castle under his feet, he walked slowly to the last row, and separated an aisle from Ouyang Yu Sit down quietly.

On the left is Ji Tong who is looking out of the window in a daze with his chin resting on his hands, and on the right is Pei Qingyuan who is dressed cold and expressionless.

The mouth-watering fruit box and beautifully colored milk tea were placed on Ouyang Yu's table by Pei Qingyuan.

"Please pass it to Ji Tong, thank you."

Trapped in the encirclement, Ouyang Yu lost his eyesight: ...

He took back what he had just said.

The world could obviously be crueler to him.