The system makes me a good person

"Song, Brother Song."

The leader of the students in school uniform heard someone interrupting him, turned his head, and saw Song Jing riding on a bicycle under the dim light.

Song Jing looks good, has a strong physique, and is generous with his shots. The key is that he is especially good at fighting. There are always people who will not respond to the first three, but the last point makes Song Jing famous among the students, especially when he led a group of people in the first year of high school. After beating up the guy who often came out to extort money from the nearby school until he doubted his life, no one dared to challenge Song Jing's authority again.

Anyone who hangs around outside, who doesn't call Song Jing brother.

There are people who call him grandpa, but they are begging for mercy.

"We didn't know that he belonged to Brother Song, sorry, sorry. Brothers have been a little tight recently. When they saw the beautiful little brother passing by, they wanted to ask him for some money. You must know that he is one of us. , Where do you do it, misunderstanding and misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding.”

The leader kicked the person next to him, the person understood, bent down and picked up the scattered stationery, stuffed it into the school bag randomly, and handed it to the leader.

The one in the lead patted it with his schoolbag, and the schoolbag slammed loudly, as if it would fall apart if he tried harder.While filming, the man smiled and approached Song Jing, "Brother Song, I haven't seen you and Brother Gang and Brother Bing come out to play recently, why don't you guys play hostesses in the back street tomorrow, please sing together K, if you invite this little brother again, it will be regarded as an apology for what happened today."

"No." Song Jing rebuffed categorically, and pulled the bag out of the man's hand, "Recently, I'm cultivating myself, so don't ask me for such things."

"Don't mind, it's not that you don't give face to your buddies."

Song Jing sneered, sitting on the car seat and looking down at the leader, "Your face is worth it, you have a fever in your dreams, get up and drive, get out as soon as possible, labor and management are in a bad mood today, if you are an eyesore Yes, I don't mind adding two shoe prints on your forehead to help you with plastic surgery."

Normally, if this person made him unhappy, Song Jing would have kicked him out long ago. Isn't it a special situation now, the system said to love the weak and not bully others.Song Jing looked at the leader and his brothers, wearing fat school uniforms, with yellow and red messy hair, and some people like to self-mutilate to show that they are different, and they also wear nose rings and lip rings Well, this kind of honor is not weak at all.

"This is compared with your force value." The system talks about comprehensive data. For the three melons and two dates in front of you, Song Jing can get it done by three times, five times and two divisions. Bankruptcy, if someone takes the initiative to beat you up, it doesn’t count if you fight back. If you take the initiative to beat someone, sorry, it must be counted in the merit value. You don’t want to deduct merit points because of these crooked winter melons in front of you. .”

"It's not worth it. I hate wasting energy after beating them."

Seeing that those few dared to approach him, Song Jing was tired of watching, and shouted: "Get out!"

A few students in school uniform were scared, especially the leader. He nodded and bowed his head, and if he shouted to get out, he would really get out, "Brother Song, don't be angry, let's go now, let's go now."

Like a gust of wind, those few rushed into the alley and disappeared for a while.

Song Jing carried the denim schoolbag that had been washed white and faded, and kicked the pedals twice. The car performed well, and it slid almost silently in front of Fang Mumu. She squirmed, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

On a strong autumn night, the thick and long bangs on Fang Mumu's forehead flew wildly, unable to hide his delicate face. Song Jing has seen many beauties, but I have to say that Fang Mumu is as handsome as a crown jade. Uncommon, that is, the big eyes are full of confusion, the sight is out of focus, almost like a blind man, and the demeanor is timid and timid.In Song Jing's view, Fang Mumu's beauty is nothing but airs, and her temperament does not complement her appearance, which lowers her overall score.

Fang Mumu, a top student in the affiliated middle school, Song Jing has seen him many times, and heard him even more often. He is someone else's child who lives in the teacher's mouth, and is used to compare with poor students like them.

"A big man should puff his chest out and shake his fists. What are you doing cowering? Being beaten hurts the most, but he defends his dignity. If his schoolbag is robbed, he doesn't know how to get it back. If it weren't for me today, uh , I’m in a good mood, I have the energy to talk to you, and I’ll do you a favor.” Song Jing couldn’t see the boy’s wimpy, frowned and taught Fang Mumu, “If I don’t bother to talk to you today, just those few rubbish brains full of yellow waste , what do you do with such an insecure face. You look good but you are useless, be careful of perverts and ghosts."

Fang Mumu became even more confused, and replied in a low voice, "I, I am, a man."

Song Jing was also confused, didn't hear that Fang Mumu stuttered, and there was something else in the attached middle school that he didn't know about? "stammer?"

"No, no." Fang Mumu closed his eyes forcefully, clenched his fist with the hand holding the strap of his schoolbag, took a deep breath, his thin chest puffed up and then fell slowly, and then he said loudly: "It's not that I'm stuttering, I'm just nervous , I stuttered when I was nervous. Thank you, thank you for helping me."

"Yo, this problem is not bad, it has personality."

The street lamps here are a bit old, and the lights are dim yellow, shining on the square wood, wood and porcelain white face with a soft glare effect, as if it would glow.Song Jing couldn't help frowning again, since he met the system, how many times he has frowned.

"This look is too unsafe." Song Jing murmured, pulled the backpack behind him to the front, unzipped the zipper and took out a peaked cap from inside, and put the brim of the cap on Fang Mumu's head, "It's not enough to have bangs, Wear a hat from now on."

The current society is so chaotic. Song Jing is surrounded by perverts, ghosts, voters, and Li Gang, who knows a lot of bad things. He didn't care before, and his affairs have nothing to do with him.Today, the system probably got into his head, so his heart softened. When he saw Fang Mumu's confused but clean eyes, he didn't want this white paper to be stained, so just treat him as meddling in his own business.

Fang Mumu stopped holding his hat brim and wanted to take off his hat. The schoolbag hooked on his hand shook twice and then stopped, and he heard him say: "Thank you, thank you. I, I, I will return it to you tomorrow. "

"I'm getting nervous again. I'm not a big tiger." He patted Fang Mumu's shoulder, and his hands were really thin and thin. "It's getting late, let's go home."

"Hmm, ummm."

Song Jing waved his hand, grabbed the handle and kicked his feet hard a few times, the car slid about ten meters away, and there was a "pop" sound in the silent and dark night, Song Jing turned his head and saw that Fang Mumu was still standing at the entrance of the alley just now. Under the street lamp, there was a big brick lying in front of him, and the hand that was always behind his back shook, fearing that the hand was sore from holding the big brick.

Song Jing laughed "haha" twice, and Mumu's senses improved, so it turned out that he was not a fool who would let others bully him.

Song Jing's family lives in Bihu Community, half an hour away by bicycle from the High School Attached to Linhai University.Different from most townhouses nowadays, Bihu Community is a detached villa with better environment and privacy.

The Bihu Community is named after the Bishui Lake in Linhai City next to it. Visitors are not allowed to enter the water area next to the villa area. Through the lake, people can only see the dense vegetation on the west bank and the looming shadows of the trees. Villa spire.

The Song family's house is next to the clear water lake. It is a small villa with three floors above the ground plus an attic and two floors below the ground. It is simple and European style. The house is not so new after a certain year, but it is full of vitality and warmth.Rose vines climbed on the iron railings around the house, and now this season has passed the flowering period of roses, only one or two roses hang tenaciously on the branches, and the petals tremble in the cold wind and continuous cold rain .

"Jing'er is back." Aunt Liu, who was guarding the door, saw Song Jing riding back in the wind and rain, without a rain poncho, her hair was soaking wet, the broken hair on her forehead was covered with water, her face was pale from the cold, and she felt distressed. Wrapped the thick blanket that was in his hand all the time around Song Jing's body, "Lao Li went to pick you up. I don't know why his eyes are so long that he didn't touch you. Oh, my hands are cold. Cooking ginger soup, go in and drink a bowl to drive away the cold. My wife is so worried, if my husband didn't stop me, I would drive out to find you by myself."

Song Jing wrapped himself in a blanket and wiped his face, the car stopped near the door, and he took an umbrella and walked back home, "Something happened on the way and I was delayed, otherwise I would have come back long ago."

Aunt Liu closed the door, and when she entered menopause, she was a little rambling, "In the past, self-study was never so late, did the teacher procrastinate? The teacher now is really serious, and the rate of entering a higher school is higher than the sky. My child I don’t even care about my body. And that old Li, I’ll talk about him later, how he drove on the road, how could a child like Jing’er not see, and let the child come back in the rain alone.”

Song Jing turned around helplessly and put his arms around Aunt Liu's shoulders, "I'm really fine, so call Uncle Li and tell him not to hang around looking for me, and come back early."

Aunt Liu looked up at the young man who was hugging her, and suddenly felt that she had seen the older child grow up, and it was different from when she went out in the morning, like the rebellious child with thorns all over his body. Turn the page completely.

I have to rub my eyes again to confirm that Song Jing has put away the umbrella and opened the door and walked into the living room. The spacious living room is warm and peaceful, without any complicated and luxurious decorations. The bright, clean, calm and soft decoration makes people uncomfortable Consciously, he relaxed his back and closed the door behind him. The hustle and bustle of the day were all behind the door.

Song Jing looked at the person sitting on the sofa waiting for him to go home, and at some point there was a bright smile on his face, "Dad, Mom." Having you by my side is more important than anything else.

The author has something to say:

Song Jing: If you stutter when you are nervous, it is very easy to distinguish your mood.

Fang Mumu: I, I...

ps: The stupid author embraces Yuanyuan himself, hoping that more cuties will see me!Raise your hands, let me see you, compare your heart, meh!