MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 2

The fragrance of oil spreads and circulates in the huge space like fog, which makes people feel euphoric.

Xiang Jinyang could not stop smiling when he heard the discussions pouring into his ears. He walked towards Pei Qingyuan at the end of the crowd step by step, his steps seemed to be on soft clouds.

"Master Pei, don't rush to leave. I haven't seen you for a long time. Why don't you sit down and eat together?"

After all, there were many outsiders present, so it was hard for him to hold back his smile and put on a hypocritical look of concern.

With his back turned to him, Pei Qingyuan didn't seem to hear him, but his footsteps stopped in place.

Seeing this, Xiang Jinyang's heart became more and more happy, and he could almost imagine the embarrassment and embarrassment of the other party.

The person who used to show that expression was always him - he was the son of the housekeeper of the Pei family, he grew up with Pei Qingyuan, and he could be regarded as a distant relative, but he never saw Pei Qingyuan's smiling face.

He is always cold and keeps him at a respectful distance, as if he has never seen the housekeeper's son in his eyes. Xiang Jinyang has been stung by such cold eyes countless times.

Now, it's finally Pei Qingyuan's turn to enjoy such treatment.

Not in vain, he specially asked someone to introduce this part-time job to Pei Qingyuan.

In the embarrassing moment when the audience was silent just now, he almost laughed out of joy.

Xiang Jinyang walked faster and faster, he couldn't wait to appreciate the expression of this once aloof young master at the moment.

Just when he was about to pat Pei Qingyuan on the shoulder, the other party seemed to feel something and turned around first.

He was surprised to see that Pei Qingyuan was holding a little boy with a disgraced face in one hand.

The little boy looked like he had fallen many times, and now he was raising his head and scolding others with a straight face: "It's all your fault that you came to see your parents, you made me become so dirty by myself... believe me now Well, they are all villains who don't want to talk to you anymore..."

Xiang Jinyang was taken aback when he heard the words.

Did Pei Qingyuan already know about this banquet?

Where did this kid come from?

He looked hesitantly at the two people in front of him. Although the little boy looked dirty, he looked very cute and cute. He was holding a delicate box in his hand, with puffy cheeks, and he was urging Pei Qingyuan to go back.

"Let's go, what's good here, it's noisy and small, it's not as big as my living room..."

The little boy's dislike for the environment here is palpable, and he is obviously a child who grew up in a wealthy family.

Pei Qingyuan was startled for a moment, then quickly realized and nodded slightly.

Seeing that the two were really going to leave, Xiang Jinyang asked without hesitation, full of doubts: "Are you tutoring someone?"

Pei Qingyuan actually knew that he would meet Pei Yan's family when he took this part-time job.

Was he being used by Pei Qingyuan in turn?

How did Pei Qingyuan find this part-time tutoring job?

Xiang Jinyang clenched his fists, the joyful mood just now disappeared, and he felt that the balance of victory was shaking to the other side.

However, before Pei Qingyuan could answer, the little boy from a good family first stared at him with dissatisfaction: "It's very rude of you to interrupt."

Xiang Jinyang was momentarily at a loss for words: "I..."

"Brother Qingyuan doesn't want to have dinner with you." The little boy suddenly responded to Xiang Jinyang's first words, and even made a face at him, "You look like a villain full of intrigues. "

Xiang Jinyang: ...

Facing such a small child, he blushed and didn't know how to reply.

"It's boring, I want to go home." Before pulling Pei Qingyuan and turning around to leave, Ji Tong took the initiative to stop Xiang Jinyang, who was suspicious of life, "Hey, can you do me a favor?"

Xiang Jinyang was in disbelief at his logical arrogance, and in the next second, he saw the child directing Pei Qingyuan stuff the silver dinner plate into his arms.

Before he could regain his senses, he watched the two walk away. In the backlight, the little boy smiled back at him: "This dinner plate is more suitable for you—"

Xiang Jinyang's whole body trembled from the elongated ending.

After leaving the banquet hall, Ji Tong recalled Xiang Jinyang's expression, quite proud.

It is estimated that a raging fire should be ignited in his heart.

I don't know what the host's emotional zone looks like now, but it's a pity that it's not convenient to sneak in and take a peek.

In the dressing room where there was no one else, Pei Qingyuan put him on the long changing stool, Ji Tong turned his back obediently, and opened the packing box that he had been clutching tightly since just now, gnawing on the warm Huge lamb chops, while waiting for the host to change clothes.

In fact, he wanted to watch it very much, but the host is not yet eighteen years old, so this is an illegal scene.

Pei Qingyuan took off his decent waiter uniform, folded it up and put it in the closet, and put on the short sleeves and trousers he wore when he came here. The simple style and color were completely different from the bright and bright Pei Yan today.

But he doesn't seem to care that much anymore.

Pei Qingyuan turned his head and looked at the little one behind him who huddled into a ball. He smelled the more intense smell of meat in the dressing room, and couldn't help but said, "You know that Xiang Jinyang hates others treating himself as a servant the most."

It's not an interrogative sentence, it's an affirmative sentence.

He and Xiang Jinyang grew up together, and he knew that the other party was inferior and snobbish by nature, and he was definitely not a kind person, so he tried to keep a distance from him as much as possible.

Ji Tong nodded: "Analyzing from his particularly proud expression, it is very likely that he asked you to come to the hotel to work part-time."

Pei Qingyuan was startled, and subconsciously said: "...I thought it was a coincidence."

"Of course not." Seeing that he finished changing his clothes, Ji Tong also turned around and looked at him solemnly, "You may encounter many things like this in the future, but I will help you change everything."

Pei Qingyuan stared at the oil stain on the corner of his mouth that hadn't been wiped off, and said softly: "So, who are you?"

Ji Tong was about to answer, but he heard a series of hurried footsteps outside the house, he thought for a while, changed his mind, and showed a sly smile.

"You'll find out soon enough."

At the same time as the voice fell, the door of the locker room was also pushed open. The foreman didn't bother to knock on the door, and hurried in, looking around: "That...Xiao Pei, are you there?"

When he saw Pei Qingyuan who had changed into his own clothes, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you stay here, let's end this part-time job today, and I'll pay you a day's salary..."

Pei Qingyuan glanced over the foreman in a daze, and then looked around eagerly.

The changing bench was empty, the little boy disappeared, and the packing box he held in his hand just now was gone.

The dim yellow sun diffused through the slanted shutters, spilling fragments of light on the unoccupied bench, shining dimly.

Pei Qingyuan almost thought he had a dream.

In the dream, there was a strange child who asked himself if he wanted to cry. This child conjured up a packing box out of nowhere, and used big words to help him decently dismiss Xiang Jinyang who wanted to see his jokes, and then ate it wholeheartedly. something.

Is this a hallucination?

Seeing that Pei Qingyuan didn't speak, the foreman showed embarrassment and was about to say something when his nose twitched slightly: "Why does it smell like barbecue?"

He was puzzled and looked around, but found nothing.

Pei Qingyuan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Not hallucinations.

Just at this moment, a young male voice sounded in his mind.

"Hello, system number 0587 is at your service, can you hear me? Hello? Hello?"

Then there was a faint sound of tapping the microphone.

Pei Qingyuan realized something, he had no time to think about how bizarre this matter sounded, but hurriedly bid farewell to the foreman and left the hotel quickly.

When he reached the bus stop where no one was around, he panted and cautiously responded in a low voice: "Is that you?"

Ji Tong thought that the host couldn't hear him, and was looking through the workbook in distress to find out the reason. Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's me, the host can try to talk to me in my heart, and there is no need to avoid outsiders."

Pei Qingyuan learned quickly, repeating this unfamiliar term in his heart: "Host?"

"Yes, you are my host, and I am the counterattack system serving you." Ji Tong walked in the consciousness space to digest food, while introducing himself according to the guidelines of the manual, "You live in a novel, At first you had a not-so-satisfactory life experience, but with my help, you will change your destiny and reach the pinnacle of life step by step..."

Pei Qingyuan listened very carefully, and did not ask any questions about this inexplicable introduction, but instead asked him: "Are you human?"

"Of course..." When Ji Tong was about to answer casually, he suddenly remembered the reminder in the manual, and turned a corner suddenly, "No!"

The work manual stipulates that the system operated by humans cannot reveal the true identity to the host, so as not to have an unpredictable impact on the development of the plot.

"The host may be surprised by my highly anthropomorphic intelligence level." In order to avoid the host's suspicion, Ji Tong started talking nonsense, "This is normal, after all, I am the smartest AI in the system world, and I have built-in multiple sets of AI that can be used flexibly. The situational template is specially used to serve the host."

"But you can become a human being." Pei Qingyuan was very sensitive, "I hugged you just now, and your body temperature is real."

Ji Tong was a little shy by what he said, and whispered: "The system has the function of changing forms freely, and the human form is one of them, but this is closely related to your growth rate, and this kind of advanced form will have various restrictions. As a real human being, my current human form is only about three years old, and I can only maintain it for one hour a day."

So in order to save this precious transformation time, Ji Tong chose to return to Pei Qingyuan's consciousness space to give a background introduction.

In this way, the time saved can be run out to have a supper.

The grilled lamb chops are really delicious.

Pei Qingyuan didn't know what was going on in his heart. He took the bus all the way home, quietly listening to the voice in the back of his mind, introducing everything that seemed like a fantasy.

When the bus stopped, Pei Qingyuan returned to the old neighborhood that he was becoming familiar with. He lowered his head, his broken hair was messily pasted on his forehead, covering his still childish eyebrows and eyes, and his whole face was getting darker and darker. in the twilight.

Walking into the low apartment building, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the dirty and messy corridors covered with small advertisements.

The moment he was about to get home, Pei Qingyuan finally asked in his heart: "Will you...disappear?"

Ji Tong was stunned, and quickly explained: "We are already bound, unless this world is destroyed, otherwise I will be by your side."

The destruction of the world means that Pei Qingyuan disappears, and then he will receive new tasks, but there is no need to tell the host about this.

After hearing this answer, Pei Qingyuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and reached into his pocket to get the key.

Ji Tong's post-dinner walk happened to be near the black gate. After thinking about it, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity. He quietly pushed open the gate to peep at the host's mood at the moment.

The tornado that blew him up before had calmed down, and what he saw was an endless desert, with occasional waves of yellow sand. The little robot Ji Tong poked his head at the door, and suddenly felt a little hot on his body.

He looked along the light and saw a small sun hanging at the end of the desert.

Just like the dusk falling outside the building at this moment, it is not bright enough, but it has not yet sunk, and it is stubbornly shining with orange light.

Pei Qingyuan didn't know anything about it, he slowly turned the lock cylinder with the key, as if he didn't want to disturb anyone.

And when the door opened, he immediately saw the thin Luo Xiuyun sitting on the sofa, as if she had been waiting there for a long time, waiting to attack him.

He had just been driven away by his adoptive mother, and he heard the long-simmering anger in his biological mother's words.

In the small living room, Luo Xiuyun suddenly stood up and asked him sullenly, "Where did you go today?"

The author has something to say:

Pei Qingyuan: I'm going to steal the lamb chops.