After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

"Ring ring ring——"

A cell phone suddenly rang.

Ni Yangzhou was caught by Meng Ting on the spot and was very embarrassed. He took a few steps closer and tried to explain.

Meng Ting put the stir-fried green beans on the table, gestured to the boy to answer the phone, and then turned around and left the room.

Ni Yangzhou sighed and picked up the buzzing phone on the table.

"Hey?"

"son?"

He is the original owner’s father.

"Son, why aren't you at home? Dad is here and will take you to a restaurant!"

It was as if the person who was quarreling and swearing at the entrance of the community was not him.

Ni Yangzhou frowned.

"I'm taking extra lessons at a classmate's house."

"Hey, my son is studious. Which classmate is it? Is it Xiao Mu or Xiao Meng? I'll take you two with me, and we can eat together."

Ni Yangzhou was speechless, "I've eaten, nothing else, I'm hanging up now."

After he finished speaking, the other side really started like a firecracker that was lit by a fuse: "You hang up after saying a few words. Is this how you treat your father? Damn, if I had..."

The phone was hung up and slammed on the table.

Ni Yangzhou calmed himself down and gave himself some advice.

Next time I must speak nicely and in a smooth manner. There are no clues in other aspects, and the original owner's family should also be explored. Otherwise, no one knows when the progress of this mission can continue.

I'm really not in the mood today.

He always felt that when the original owner's parents called, he was like playing a trigger game of choosing dialogues. If he didn't respond with the right words or tone, the other party would go into manic mode. The mother would cry and go crazy, and the father would curse and get violent.

The original owner's family situation was really frustrating.

Meng Ting finally entered the house with minced meat and eggs and fried yam with black fungus.

Ni Yangzhou followed him out and brought back a pot of tomato and egg soup. Meng Ting came in and closed the door of the cross room.

They are all home-cooked dishes, and Meng Ting cooks them very quickly. Although simple, they look delicious.

Stir-fried shredded potatoes with meat was the first dish made. It was no longer so hot. The starch and protein in the potatoes interacted with each other, and after being stir-fried in oil, there was a satisfying aroma. A little vinegar was poured along the edge of the pan before it was removed from the pan, which mixed the aroma of vinegar and meat.

The green beans are cut diagonally into wide strips, and a lot of garlic slices are used when stir-frying them, and a small red pepper is added to enhance the flavor. When placed on the plate, it looks like a shining green jade bead curtain, which is very appetizing.

The minced meat and eggs were mixed with sauce, which was probably thickened with starch water, and stir-fried instead of steamed. The minced eggs were golden and cute, the minced meat was distinct, and the rich sauce was wrapped with the aroma of both, as well as the herbal flavor of scallion and ginger slices, and embellished with fresh green onion chopped on top. It is a must-try when mixed with rice or noodles.

The fried yam and black fungus that came out of the pot at the end had a light color and a light aroma, but the yam was sweet in the mouth and not numbing at all. It could be crunched into pieces with a light bite.

Ni Yangzhou really likes the taste of black fungus. When he sees it on the plate, the pieces are stretched and pure in color. He picks it up with bamboo chopsticks and puts it into his mouth. It is soft and sticks to his lips at first, but when he touches it with his teeth, it is smooth and refreshing, and it makes a crunching sound. He wants to eat it again and again.

The two of them finished eating, each of them had a bowl of soup. Egg drops floated in the white porcelain bowl with an orchid pattern, and the tomatoes had already been cooked to a rich sauce, sinking to the bottom of the bowl. There were a few drops of sesame oil on the surface of the soup, and when the sun shone on it, it reflected a layer of silver light, which was the lingering smell of fireworks.

A full meal.

The young boys did not leave any leftovers and ate every dish cleanly.

Ni Yangzhou stroked his full stomach and said, "Brother Meng, this is delicious."

Meng Ting nodded, stood up and went back to the west room, and took out a blue wide-mouthed cup from the pocket of his clothes.

Handed it to Ni Yangzhou.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the pockets on the boy's clothes that could hold everything but could not be seen from the outside, and then looked at the cup in front of him.

"Uh... the tooth cup that Brother Meng gave me?"

Meng Ting paused for a moment and pressed a button on the bottom of the cup. Ni Yangzhou heard the sound and looked inside. It turned out to be an automatic stirring cup.

The kind that can make instant coffee without getting your hands dirty.

"You've made progress on the monthly exam, so this is a gift for you."

"Hey? Are the monthly exam results out?" Ni Yangzhou took the cup and looked at it carefully. He felt it was interesting. There is such a thing so early? It must be very expensive.

The base is quite thick, and it turns out that it is used to store batteries.

He also asked, "Brother Meng, how did you know?"

Meng Ting looked at the boy's slender fingers holding the cup.

"I saw the statistics table when I went to the teacher's office to grade the papers."

Ni Yangzhou moved closer, "What's my ranking? How much improvement have I made? Into..." He remembered what Meng Ting had said before, "Am I in the top 100?"

Meng Ting also slowly leaned forward and answered with two words in a steady voice, breaking Ni Yangzhou's expectations.

"No."

"Ok."

Ni Yangzhou leaned back, feeling a little exhausted, but because he was full and satisfied, he wasn't too disappointed.

I have been picking up the knowledge I learned in my second year of high school for a month. I have been so busy every day that I am busy all day long. This is good progress.

In fact, in this mission world, no one stipulated what he should do. Ni Yangzhou was mainly lacking in information.

He didn't know what it meant to truly complete the plot. After completing the plot and finding the murderer, would he immediately escape and enter the next world?

As for the original owner's soul, whose whereabouts are unknown now, Ni Yangzhou always feels that he is occupying someone else's world.

They are just two people who happen to have the same name and look the same.

Even though he's a paper man.

In case the mission is completed and the original owner can come back, at least I haven't ruined his life.

Meng Ting then encouraged: "Although you didn't make it into the top 100, you've made great progress. This is..."

Meng Ting sorted out his words and said, "I hope you will keep up the good work and keep going."

Ni Yangzhou put away the cup with a smile, “Brother Meng speaks a bit like an old cadre.

At the very least, old teacher."

Meng Ting lowered his eyes.

Are you very old?

"Brother Meng, is there any place to go nearby?"

Meng Ting thought for a moment and said, "You can go boating in the park, and there is also an amusement park."

"Okay, when are we going?"

Meng Ting looked at the sky outside, which was gradually getting dark. "Tomorrow."

Ni Yangzhou was puzzled: "Don't I have to work part-time tomorrow?"

The boy shook his head and said, "We've finished filming today."

“Wow, that’s awesome, gotta go!”

Ni Yangzhou happily took the new cup and put it into his schoolbag, planning to buy some coffee to try out the new cup, and then go out to the yard to brush his teeth and wash his face. Meng Ting cleared the table and dishes.

When both of them returned to the west room, there were still water droplets on Ni Yangzhou's face that had not been wiped off.

"Brother Meng, what should we do now?"

Meng Ting looked at him, a drop of water flowed down her cheek, and the boy casually raised his hand to wipe it away.

"What are we doing?"

"Don't repeat what I said." Ni Yangzhou asked in confusion.

Meng Ting came back to his senses and said, "It's time for tutoring."

Ni Yangzhou took the book and prepared to start studying, while secretly singing in his heart: "Give me Oupao, give me Oupao, Oupao fruit milk, I want it, I want it!"

He hummed with such joy that he even tapped the rhythm with his feet.

It’s so nice to not have to worry about completing tasks and just have fun for a day.

Meng Ting looked at the boy tapping his feet to the beat and thought:

You want to go out and play with me tomorrow. Are you so happy?

Do math first, then English, and solve difficult problems one by one. This is the study technique Meng Ting taught Ni Yangzhou.

When you start with the hardest and most complicated thing and complete it successfully, things will go more and more smoothly and you will have a sense of accomplishment.

Although for Meng Ting, he was just looking for difficult problems to complete.

Meng Ting's tutoring fees are really worth it. Not only can he tutor in all subjects, but he can also monitor learning progress and customize study plans. The short ones are as short as hourly, that is, the task goals for each tutoring period, and the long ones are as long as daily and weekly review content.

The improvement in academic performance is not only due to Ni Yangzhou's good foundation and hard work, but also to Meng Ting's contribution.

If it weren't for Meng Ting, Ni Yangzhou would have been able to reach his current ranking, but it might have been more tiring.

Ni Yangzhou was a little distracted as he finished his homework quickly. "Mr. Meng."

Meng Ting said "hmm".

“Are you lonely living alone?”

Meng Ting took a sip of water and said, "And my mother."

Ni Yangzhou tried in vain and took another step forward.

"Why hasn't Auntie come out yet, and why hasn't she made any sound?"

Meng Ting looked at him and said, "I'm not feeling well and can't get out of bed."

"Don't need to eat?"

The boy's tone was so light again, "No need."

"That……"

Ni Yangzhou seemed to have mustered up his courage. "Did something happen? Auntie is... a vegetable?"

Meng Ting looked into the other person's eyes, swirled his tongue in his mouth, and replied:

"Forget it."

Although Ni Yangzhou felt that this sentence was a bit unclear, it still answered his doubts, and the vegetative state now made sense.

"Every morning for breakfast, Auntie..."

Meng Ting looked at the person who continued to ask questions, and did not give a direct answer.

"That was her favorite breakfast shop before."

After Meng Ting finished speaking, he lowered his head, looking like he was covered by a gray veil, with all his emotions locked inside.

"Oh...I'm sorry, Brother Meng, I'm just curious."

Ni Yangzhou felt very embarrassed for asking about someone's sad story and wanting to get to the bottom of it, but the task was so difficult that he continued asking.

"How did Auntie become like this?"

Meng Ting was muffled in his hood and answered, "I was beaten."

Ni Yangzhou asked the last question carefully.

"Who?"

Meng Ting looked up, his expression remained calm, and he did not look as sad as Ni Yangzhou imagined.

"My Father."

Ni Yangzhou stopped asking questions and said nothing more.

When he went to bed at night, Ni Yangzhou did not return to the community, but still slept in the same bed with Meng Ting.

One quilt per person.

The dark night buried some thoughts, but the silver moon revealed a pair of open eyes.

Meng Ting turned sideways and spoke to the boy.

"My dad was trying to protect her."

Ni Yangzhou hasn't spoken since he asked the last question, and he looked a little dazed.

Meng Ting was a little worried and decided to speak frankly.

“My dad is going out to do something very dangerous.

We had a very happy time as a family without telling her. Then Dad had to go.

My mother was originally sleeping in the room, and the buns that we were going to eat together the next morning were warming on the stove.

They had all been hand-wrapped the day before. I was responsible for counting them that day, and there were eighteen in total.

The white and tender ones are put into a pot, fragrant and soft.

But Dad didn’t have time to eat.”

Meng Ting's voice in the moonlight was like an old record player, mellow but lonely.

"My mother woke up in the middle of the night and found no one around, so she rushed out to chase after someone. My father tried to persuade her for her safety, but to no avail. He then chopped her on the back of her neck with a knife, knocking her unconscious.

Carry me back home and let me take good care of my mother.

Finally, Dad said that he would come back when she recovered. "

Ni Yangzhou turned over and looked at him with a pair of dark eyes.

"She never woke up from that morning again."

Meng Ting stopped talking and swallowed the follow-up of the incident along with his thoughts.

Ni Yangzhou didn't know what he could do. He looked into the other person's eyes, but what came to his mind was a crying child.

How old was Meng Ting at that time? How did he support this family that was shattered overnight?

Ni Yangzhou stretched out a hand, but didn't know where to put it.

The slender hand shook, and was caught by Meng Ting and pulled to his forehead.

Ni Yangzhou took the opportunity to cover the boy's eyes with his palms.

The warm and dry palms soothed Meng Ting's sore eyes.

After hesitating for a while, Ni Yangzhou withdrew his hand, but did not put it back into the quilt.

Meng Ting's eyes adjusted to the darkness. He looked at the hand exposed to the air without saying a word.

"Do you want to hear my story?"

Meng Ting raised her eyes and looked at the boy.

“The real story of me.”

After Ni Yangzhou finished speaking, he pursed his lips and buried half of his face in the quilt again.

There was a silence in the air, as solid as quicksand.

There seemed to be a flash of light in Meng Ting's eyes, and he said:

"it is good."

In an instant, the fatigue of the past few days was like a flood, sweeping away Niyangzhou.

University, the beginning of a new stage of life, I died on the street on an ordinary afternoon; the binding system had no information at all, and I had been working like a donkey for so long, but I still couldn’t figure out the main storyline. Now, even the progress of the task was stuck.

Can this mission really be completed? How many missions will there be in the future? Can each one be completed?

What mission, what system, what badly-ended novel... Isn't this really the fantasy of myself after the car accident, just like a cursory tour before death?

Ni Yangzhou covered his mouth, and the excited emotions were about to flow out of his eyes.

He took a few deep breaths and finally chose to calm down the storm in his heart.

There was no word on what would happen if he exposed himself in the mission world, but Ni Yangzhou didn't dare to take the risk.

He wants to go back because his mother is still waiting for him.

Ni Yangzhou slowly exhaled his anger, leaving only a small gap for anyone who was prying to see.

"Maybe I can tell you about my mother."

The boy's usually clear and cheerful voice was filled with nostalgia.

Meng Ting's heart sank slowly as she listened to the boy's tone.

"I thought at first you were in the same situation as me at home."

Ni Yangzhou spoke clearly, revealing the scars that had never been told to anyone in this dark night.

“Dad is domestically violent.

No, it can’t be called domestic violence, he just hurt people intentionally.

He beat my mother to a pulp.”