Lei Feng System

Han Zhuoyu covered his head with a hood and jogged around the compound under the urging of 9527. Due to a long-term lack of exercise, he was panting, his hands and feet were soft, and his shirt was already soaked with sweat after only three to four hundred meters.

[Okay, you can stop, please continue to work hard tomorrow, try to run 200 meters more than today. ] 9527 is very dissatisfied with the frail body of the teenager with facial paralysis.

Han Zhuoyu nodded silently and walked slowly home along the tree-lined path. Although the morning exercises are very tiring and the crowds coming and going make him feel very anxious, but I have to admit that he is sweating profusely, and it seems that every pore is relaxed, and he is breathing fresh air. .

When he reached the end of the trail, a bright red apple rolled to his feet, and he paused slightly, ready to change direction and move on.

【stop! 】9527’s voice is very excited, 【Please help the host to pick up the apple and get the other person’s gratitude! ] Han Zhuoyu looked forward and found that the ground was full of apples. An old lady was rushing to pick it up, but the plastic bag containing the apples was broken and there was nowhere to put it even if she picked it up. She was so anxious that she didn’t know what to do. it is good.

[Please act quickly, so as not to be disturbed by others! ] Found that someone had come over, 9527 severely electrocuted the host. This was his first chance to gain positive energy, and he definitely couldn't let anyone take it away.

This moment was much harder than the previous few times, Han Zhuoyu couldn't help groaning, his face pale to the degree of transparency. Not wanting to be ravaged by 9527 again, he silently stepped forward, took off his sports jacket and spread it on the ground. He had figured it out. It was the top priority he should do to get 9527 to level four and leave his brain early, and to change back to the peaceful life before.

A piece of clothing suddenly fell to the ground, and the old lady looked up in surprise, "Oh, whose clothing is this?"

Han Zhuoyu ignored her and just helped pick up the apple.

The old lady also reacted, and hurriedly poured the remaining apples in the torn bag onto her clothes, repeatedly thanking her. The two people worked together to put away the apples that were rolling around, and the two sleeves were tucked into a big baggage.

The morning exercisers not far away saw this scene of respecting the old and loving the young, and they all showed knowing smiles.

[Ding~ Get 1 point of gratitude, please continue to work hard. Comrade Lei Feng once said-help people to the end and send Buddha to the west. Ask the host to help the old lady carry the apples and the vegetable basket home. ] 9527 The joyous voice sounded in my mind. He finally reached a zero breakthrough!

‘Helping people to the end, sending Buddha to Xi’an is not what Lei Feng said, it’s an unnamed person. Han Zhuoyu silently picked up the baggage, and conveniently took the old lady's full-filled vegetable basket, retorting in his mind faintly.

9527 groaned, and when he was about to argue, he heard the system prompt, and he received another 1 point of gratitude from the old lady. So he generously let go of the host who lacked insight.

"Oh, thank you so much, Xiaoyu. Come on, eat an apple!" Back home, the old lady washed an apple and stuffed it into Han Zhuoyu's hand.

Talking to the system is like talking to yourself, you can adapt quickly, but communicating with outsiders is different. Han Zhuoyu held the apple stiffly, lips tightly pressed, and saw that the wall clock on the wall was pointing at 6:30. It was time for breakfast at 7:30 when he went home to take a shower, but he was anxious and said Can't get out, can only stare at the jacket on the table.

The eldest son of Mayor An’s family tends to be autistic, and he can’t say a word in March or February. This is no longer news in the government compound. The old lady felt pity and hurriedly took out the apple from her coat, and while dressing for the teenager, she kindly told, "You still have to go to school, and Grandma Zhou won't keep you. I have time to come to grandma's house for dinner in the future, ah!"

Han Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief invisible, and left the old lady Zhou's house silently.

"Who was it just now?" Mr. Zhou walked out of the kitchen with a pot of porridge, and asked in a loud voice.

"Xiaoyu, Han Zhuoyu, Mayor An's eldest son." The old lady Zhou said as she poured her newly bought pickles into the empty bowl.

"Oh, Han Jiamei's son." Old man Zhou remembered the starting point and shook his head sighfully.

"Huh, who said Xiaoyu's evil nature? It's pure nonsense! I don't know how well-behaved this child is! That Lei Lizhen is not a fuel-efficient lamp, what can I do if it falls into her hands..." the old lady Zhou said angrily. Telling the boy how he helped her along the way, the old man sighed again and again.

Han Zhuoyu returned home and took a hurried shower. When he went downstairs, An Minghuai was about to take An Guoren's car to school. Both brothers are in the first high school of H City No. 1 Middle School. An Minghuai likes to enter the classroom 20 minutes early, while Han Zhuoyu can't help having breakfast at 7:30. After breakfast, he stepped on a spot to go to school. His life is like a pendulum, swinging back and forth in the area he delineated, never accepting change.

However, it is tied to 9527 at the moment, and the future with all sorts of conditions can be foreseen.

"Brother, I heard that you went to the morning exercise this morning?" An Minghuai apparently noticed his abnormality and asked tentatively.

Han Zhuoyu took the spoon and drank the porridge.

An Minghuai didn't care, and continued to ask, "My brother will go to school in Dad's car with me, right?"

Han Zhuoyu peeled the eggs mechanically.

"Well, leave him alone, do whatever he likes!" An Guoren urged impatiently. Of course, his temper is directed at the elder son. The younger son is handsome, filial and sensible, and ranks among the best in his studies, which has always been his pride. When the two sons were compared, he became even more disgusted by the lifeless eldest son.

An Minghuai sighed pretentiously and got into his father's car obediently.

Han Zhuoyu ate the egg whites first, then took a bite of the egg yolk and porridge, and took a bite of the egg yolk and porridge. His movements were not hurried, slow, and very regular. An Minghuai's performance was completely regarded as air by him.

After breakfast, he washes his hands, picks up his schoolbag and prepares for school. His driver has been waiting outside.

"Master Xiaoyu, this is your lunch box." The forty-year-old nanny chased out from the kitchen. Due to the rush of action, the lid of the lunch box had not had time to close. I saw that besides the rice, there were a few pieces of soft water. The style of cooking Chinese cabbage is simple.

Han Zhuoyu took the insulated lunch box and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

[After scanning, there are braised pork ribs and scrambled eggs with chives hidden at the bottom of the lunch box, which is quite nutritious. To those who provide help to the host, the host should say thank you. Maintaining proper courtesy is one of the qualities that Lei Feng of the new century must possess! Please remember the host! ] 9527 Righteous warning.

Han Zhuoyu didn't want to talk, but when he heard the system's arrogant grunt, he had a premonition that his brain would suffer again, so he thanked him in a low voice.

The babysitter stayed for a while, and didn't show a pleased smile until the boy got into the car and went away. This is the first time Master Xiaoyu has spoken to her, thank you!

In the carriage, Han Zhuoyu took out his mobile phone to play games, 9527 started chattering again, [From tomorrow on, we will take the bus to go to school. ] Han Zhuoyu's dancing fingertips paused, and asked flatly, ‘Why? The bus, I feel very anxious when I think about it.

[Every day by taking the bus, I can catch the opportunity to give up a seat to the elderly and get at least 1 point of gratitude. This system has calculated it. If you want to be upgraded to the first level within six months, the host must get 5.47945 thank you points every day, which does not include the thank you points used to redeem attribute points. However, the host is not good at communicating with others and has a narrow living area. The prospects for completing tasks on schedule are very grim. 9527 sighed, the slightly trembling electronic sound sounds very funny.

Han Zhuoyu's brain waves expressed a strong sense of rejection.

[Please cooperate with this system fully by the host, otherwise the system will give a secondary electric shock to the host's brain area, and the pain will increase twice on the original basis, and the degree is no less than that of a woman during childbirth. ] Han Zhuoyu was instantly slumped, pursing his thin lips and continuing to play with the phone.

9527 grunted, very proud. To cure the host's autism, he has to force the host to contact people, and he has no choice.

The teenager with facial paralysis stepped into the classroom. When the classmates saw him, they ate breakfast quickly, and then took out their mobile phones to check the time. Sure enough, it was only two minutes before the bell was ringing. Student Han Zhuoyu's timetable had never made a mistake, and it was as accurate as a robot.

Han Zhuoyu's seat is in the last row at the innermost side of the classroom. This is a special seat for problematic children who are tall or have poor grades. Han Zhuoyu's body is not tall, even a little thin, but he received an education in country A, and his learning progress is far behind that of country C. The academic performance is indeed very bad. It is understandable to sit here.

But this corner is very quiet. The classmates know that he has mild autism and never talk to him, which makes him feel very comfortable.

"Where's your homework? Hurry up and let me copy it!" Seeing that he didn't put the neat code of the workbook in the upper right corner of the table as usual, Shi Lei couldn't help but urge. Shi Lei is tall and has a bad temper. He has met many ‘brothers’ both inside and outside of the school. He can fix anyone who is not pleasing to the eye. He can be regarded as the best on campus. Only someone like Han Zhuoyu who doesn't care about anything dares to be at the same table with him.

Han Zhuoyu gave him a fixed look, remembering the illusion created by 9527. The deskmate in the illusion committed suicide, just yesterday afternoon. He still remembered that he was sleeping in the bed next to him, spitting foam on his neck, and now he is really alive and kicking.

"Don't tell me you didn't do it!" Shi Lei widened his eyes in surprise. At first, Han Zhuoyu never did homework just like him. But the head teacher always talked to him tirelessly. In order to prevent this kind of trouble, he gradually developed a good habit of doing homework. Han Zhuoyu is a robot, everything runs according to the set procedure, let him violate the procedure, it must be a big deal.

Han Zhuoyu tidied his desk silently, without even giving a corner of his eye to the same table.

Shi Lei didn't care, he went to his schoolbag and opened the workbook. The books were blank, which made sure that he really didn't do it.

"Are you invaded by a virus and the program is broken?" Shi Lei asked worriedly.

[You are the virus, your whole family is the virus! 】9527 jumped his feet, and then condemned the teenager with facial paralysis fiercely, 【Host, you forgot to do your homework? It is simply unforgivable! Comrade Lei Feng once said-if anyone is a game of life, he will accomplish nothing; whoever can't dominate himself will always be a slave! Host, do you want to be a slave? ! Han Zhuoyu felt that his brain started to hurt without having to shock him. How does "doing homework" have something to do with "being a slave"?