The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

"2587, 2587 is just your number. Can I change your name?"

"Ding, host, 2587 represents love for my domineering side, host, don't you like it?"

2587 has always used cute electronic sounds, which are cute and domineering, right? It’s quite interesting to think about it, isn’t it?

As for asking him whether he likes it or not, what Ye Fanxing wants to say is: he doesn't like idiots.

Ye Fanxing thought about it and decided to forget about changing his name.

If you change someone's name just because you don't like them, isn't that the same as giving them a random nickname?

If you do this, it will be too disrespectful to 2587.

"2587, according to the manual, I can communicate with you directly without entering this system space, but why can't I do that now?"

"Ding, host, do you want to open the system control panel and complete the basic system settings?"

"Yes!"

After Ye Fanxing confirmed it, a vast starry sky appeared before his eyes! The screen constructed with stars showed his basic information:

Host: Ye Fanxing

Level: 0

Popular points: 25 points

Life Skills - Basic Cooking Proficiency: 2 points

Life Skills - Elementary Needlework Proficiency: 0 points

1 people's attention points: points

Overall evaluation: A piece of scum

Note: All perfect indicators that can improve the host will be transformed into skill points, and when they reach 50 skill points, they will be automatically converted into popular points.

Needlework? And proficiency is required?

When Ye Fanxing saw this information, he roared, "2587, get out here and tell me why a grown man like you wants to learn needlework, which is something only women can do! If you don't explain it clearly today, we're not done!"

"Ding, host, you were a man before, but you are not now..."

"2587, you don't have eyes! Besides, how can I not know whether I am a man or a woman?"

"Ding, host, you are neither a man nor a woman. You are a boy, and you can give birth to children just like a girl."

Apparently Ye Fanxing had forgotten this point once again...his gender was somewhat similar to that of a boy called "Er Ganzi"!

Ye Fanxing could only touch his nose and said awkwardly: "Uh, that...2587 I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I apologize."

After searching for a long time, I finally found an inconspicuous little star in the lower left corner of the screen. When I clicked it, the system settings interface appeared.

Looking at the modifiable properties above, he was immediately reminded of modern smartphones, which is very user-friendly.

There are several voice functions alone. After thinking about it, Ye Fanxing decided that it would be better to let 2587 use this cute electronic sound all the time. It would also add some fun to his life, right?

"Ding, the host has successfully modified the basic settings. A total of 5 items have been modified, and a total of 10 points of Xiangbo points have been deducted. Now the host's Xiangbo points balance is 15 points."

Looking at the records on the detailed account of the points, Ye Fanxing realized one more thing, that is, points are hard to earn but easy to spend!!!

After a whole day of hard work, Ye Fanxing was really exhausted and fell asleep while watching.

After waking up, Ye Fanxing found himself still in the space. Worried that it was already bright outside, he exited the space.

Looking out from the bedroom window, one can see a waning moon hanging high above the treetops. It should be midnight. Ye Fanxing roughly calculated the speed of time flowing and found that one day inside was equivalent to six hours outside.

Ye Fanxing, who was no longer sleepy, lay on the bed and began to plan everything he would do after dawn.

After thinking about it, there were only two things to do. In order not to waste time, I quickly entered the system space again, picked up the thick system manual, and began to study it.

It was probably almost dawn, so Ye Fanxing put down the book, slipped out of the space, and came to Song Haoming's door.

He reached out and knocked gently a few times, waiting for movement from inside, and asked in a low voice: "Song Haoming, do you need to get up to relieve yourself?"

After a moment of silence, a deep voice sounded: "Yes."

Song Haoming was originally very embarrassed about this matter, but after experiencing what happened last night, he felt relieved.

Is he going to be embarrassed for the rest of his life because of this kind of thing?

Song Haoming's legs dragged weakly on the ground. He stared at the back of Ye Fanxing's head and actually began to think about the days to come.

Maybe that shrew Xu Yingdi was right, I am indeed a burden.

Song Haoming is tall with long legs. Ye Fanxing is 1.72 meters tall, but she is still a little shorter than Song Haoming who is 1.85 meters tall.

Ye Fanxing took some effort to carry Song Haoming to the toilet. With his face flushed and his neck thick, he reached out to help Song Haoming solve his physiological needs.

After finishing this, Ye Fanxing went into the kitchen and quickly prepared breakfast.

"I'm going to town later. I might not be able to get back in time for lunch. I'll go say hello to Zao Ge'er and ask him to help make lunch."

Song Haoming looked up at Ye Fanxing, only to see the morning breeze blowing his hair and his eyes sparkling in the morning light.

He did not answer, but leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. In the early morning sunlight, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Song Haoming's silence did not make Ye Fanxing feel uncomfortable. He was busy and cheerfully cleaning up the dirty yard. He swept the dust on the ground out of the house with a big broom and sprinkled some water in the yard.

After doing all this, Ye Fanxing put away the broom and turned back to the kitchen.

When he lifted the lid of the pot, a rich aroma of rice porridge entered his nose, making Ye Fanxing's stomach growl uncontrollably.

Ye Fanxing first stirred it with a spoon, then scooped another spoonful, blew on it to taste it, and it was indeed delicious.

After a while, Ye Fanxing brought a bowl of hot rice porridge and a boiled egg and placed them in front of Song Haoming: "It's delicious, you try it."

Then he walked to the corner and put the backpack on his back: "Song Haoming, there is still rice porridge in the pot. Nan'er, remember to call Brother Yushan and the others to come and help. I'm going out first."

"Ah."

Song Haoming responded indifferently, watched him leave, and closed the door. After a while, Zao Ge'er's straightforward voice rang out from next door: "Given the relationship between our two families, why are you still being polite to me?"

"As long as you are fine in the future, your brother Yushan and I will be happy for you."

"Yes, I know. I'll leave them both to you today."

As Song Haoming listened to Ye Fanxing's instructions to Zao Ge'er, he stared blankly at the rice porridge and boiled eggs on the table. There was an indescribable emotion in his bright eyes.