After modification, enter the love game

But he considered himself a real man, and even if he was only fourteen, he still had to be a real man, so he didn't even cry out when he was hit.

He knelt down in the ancestral hall and cried.

In fact, Jiang Mu never cried before. Not to mention the embarrassment, it was not the first time he became a son.

He knew that adults admired boys with perseverance, and as long as he kept a stubborn face, he might even be praised as a "manly man" in the end.

But this is really the first time that Jiang Quhan is a father.

Since his son didn't make a sound, he thought he might have been too gentle.

Therefore, now, as soon as Jiang Mu anticipated that he was about to be beaten, he did not even follow the formalities and directly knelt before his ancestors in the ancestral hall, and immediately burst into tears.

"Will your dad stop beating you like this?" his friend asked.

"This way my father won't beat me to death in front of our ancestors."

"..."

After Jiang Quhan finished fighting, he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, yes, Xiao Mu, kneel down first. Dad wants to ask you something."

Jiang Mu: "..."

He wondered if he should resist.

At least stand up first.

Jiang Quhan didn't pay attention to Jiang Mu's look: "Have you heard of the Ji family? The Ji family is Xuanyuan."

Jiang Muchen said, "Not only have I heard about it, I also forgot the snail noodles in his family's ward, otherwise would I be kneeling here now?"

Of course he didn't dare say this, he just nodded.

It doesn’t matter whether we get beaten or not, the main thing is that we cannot let our ancestors watch their descendants cry so loudly.

Also, can't we really stand up and talk?

"I have a friend who just called me." Jiang Quhan continued, "He asked me if I knew a boy about thirteen or fourteen who liked to climb over people's walls. He was said to be very skilled at it. He wanted to find that boy for something. He seemed to live near us... You know a lot of people of the same age. Do you have any impression of him?"

Jiang Mu suddenly felt that it was good to kneel down because the floor was cool.

"I do know him, but we rarely meet in person." Jiang Mu said honestly, "We've never spoken to each other, but we only see each other once in a while."

After all, he only looked in the mirror when he washed up in the morning and evening, and he had no habit of talking to himself in the mirror.

Seeing his son answer so honestly, Jiang Quhan subconsciously raised his eyebrows with a look of suspicion.

Jiang Quhan had no choice but to be cautious.

Once before, Jiang Mu told him that the English teacher wanted to meet his son's parents to discuss something about his son, and asked him to dress formally.

Jiang Quhan had no doubts. After all, although his son seemed to be one of those kids who "wandered around all day but always got full marks in exams", considering Jiang Mu's performance at home, Jiang Quhan once suspected that Jiang Mu was going to be persuaded to drop out...

Then Jiang Quhan was taken to a restaurant with a good atmosphere with a confused look on his face. The female English teacher, who was in her twenties, was wearing a long skirt and smiling shyly. When she saw Jiang Quhan in person, she was surprised and said, "I thought you would be very old, but I didn't expect you to have such mature masculine charm."

Jiang Quhan was stunned at the time and quickly said, "I'm sorry, you may have recognized the wrong person. I am Jiang Mu's father, and I came to talk about my son's situation at school."

The English teacher nodded as a matter of course. Yes, we are here to talk about Xiao Mu’s situation. Xiao Mu is really a very good child. He also has a very good father. It must be very difficult for one person to raise a child to this age, but it’s okay. I can help. I don’t mind at all. In other words, it’s actually better this way. I like this kind of thing…

What Jiang Mu said was right. The English teacher did talk to Jiang Quhan about his son's situation... The problem was that what she wanted to talk about seemed a bit far-fetched. She even thought about where Jiang Mu would go to college in the future.

God knows what kind of mood Jiang Quhan was in when he sent away the English teacher who cried bitterly after being rejected and drank three bottles of red wine, and how he explained it to the parents on the other side.

He couldn't say, "I just wanted to talk about my son's situation, but I didn't expect that she actually wanted to talk about me and her future son," right?

Jiang Quhan shook his head and threw away the bad memories.

"You're not framing me again."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mu kowtowed three times to the ancestors on the wall: "I swear on my dignity that what I just said is not a lie."

Now Jiang Quhan had to believe it even if he didn't want to.

"...Okay, I'll call you back tomorrow."

Jiang Quhan looked at his troubled son and sighed, "Next time you go out, remember to tell him. It's raining so hard outside, don't catch a cold."

"I said it." Jiang Mu felt aggrieved, "Dad, you didn't hear it, you can't blame me."

"When did you say that?"

"I told my ancestors before I left. I saw that they had no objection, so I left."

Jiang Quhan: "..."

He was silent for two seconds: "Since you respect your ancestors so much, then you should kneel here tonight. When they have any objections, you can go back to the house."

Jiang Mu: "..."

===

Five minutes later, Jiang Mu returned to the bedroom.

It’s not that his ancestors really responded to him.

The main reason is that Jiang Mu believes that as the current head of the Jiang family who has been the only heir for four generations, he should cultivate the intention of rebellion as early as possible and should not attach too much importance to the orders of the previous head of the family.

However, the act of usurping the throne was too heinous and he felt guilty, so he could only question the ancestors in the ancestral hall one by one.

Only after obtaining the approval of all ancestors did he dare to carry out this rebellious act.

Jiang Mu tiptoed to the refrigerator, took out two braised duck legs and half a sliced ​​pig ear with ease, thought for a moment, took away two steamed buns that were still warm, put them on a plate, and leisurely returned to the room.

He placed the food next to the broken computer in the room, sat down, and took a long breath. He finally had time to soothe his stomach.

I really like this feeling, the sound of rain, wind, the buzzing of the old computer, the whole world is noisy and quiet, like walking into the night sea to salvage the lost stars.

While gnawing on the duck leg, Jiang Mu drew a line in the air with his right index finger. Then, a stream of light that only he could see appeared in his eyes.

【Do you want to view the newly unlocked cg? 】

Yes.

The sound of turning pages could be heard.

[The heavy rain is still falling, and the umbrellas are like clouds in the sky.]

The sound came from far away, mixed with the wind flowing through the gaps between people.

"I owe you a name, you owe me a dinner!"】

"I thought he was a bronze player, then I thought he was a king player, and finally I found out, damn, whose subordinate is this?" - The owner of a ramen shop who did not want to be named.

"...This boss has so many inner thoughts." Jiang Mu complained while poking at the interface, "I remember this thing just said that you can get rewards after watching the intermission... What is the intermission?"

【Do you want to view the newly unlocked interlude? 】

Yes.

In the field of vision, white fog covered everything.

NO.7 Elbow, come with me into the house

The white mist covered Jiang Mu's entire vision and then dissipated in an instant. When he came to his senses, Jiang Mu found himself sitting in a huge movie theater. The soft lights were like silk, and the huge screen stood horizontally, like the eyes of a giant.

"What do you want to see?" a voice suddenly asked.

Jiang Mu glanced sideways and saw a man sitting not far from him. He was wearing a ticket seller's uniform and acting like a boss. He even had a bucket of popcorn in his hand.

Jiang Mu sniffed it subconsciously and could still smell the unique sweet scent of sucrose.

"Wow... so cool." He said, "Then tune me in for "The Buried Simmel", I haven't finished watching it yet."

"'The Buried Sinmer' has not been released yet, so we'll have to wait for about eleven years."

"Then it's Ultraman Tiga."

"No copyright, don't you have a membership in the video website? Even if you don't, Bilibili hasn't been listed yet, you can just search and find it." The man said, "You searched more than 30 websites just to find out which book a picture came from. How come you, who used to be a hero who 'ignored the risk and continued to install', have become a freeloader now?"

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows: "Haven't you asked for advice yet?"

He thought to himself: He accepted my challenge. Although he might have been making it up, the information of "eleven years" didn't seem to be made up... He knows me to a certain extent, whether it's "before" or "now"...

Well, is he a “spokesperson” of the system in some sense?

But why here? And why only here?

So that's why, because unlocking the "intermission" means obtaining the "reward"...

Not only that, in some games, "interludes" are mostly used to describe stories "outside the main line".

If this logic also applies here, then the information held by the "interlude" is also important...or in other words, it itself is a channel for obtaining certain information?

"Just call me the announcer." The announcer said, "Have you finished your analysis? Okay, let's start. This time it's a short film. Let me see the name... Oh, The Meaning of Smile."

After saying that, without caring whether Jiang Mu would reply or not, he snapped his fingers, the lights went out, and the screen lit up.

===

Lu Ling'er was in a bad mood today.

The emotion of "unhappiness" is actually a very rare thing for a girl like her, because most of the time, a freshly-baked braised duck leg can bring her genuine happiness without any falsehood.

Of course her mother noticed this too.

At first, the mother didn't take it seriously, thinking that her daughter was in a bad mood because she got caught in the rain.

After all, this heavy rain came quickly and suddenly, like a baby's cry. Not to mention Lu Ling'er, even the child's father was soaked. Now he is holding a thermos cup with ginger slices and wolfberries, sipping it sip by sip.

But when the mother put two big chicken legs in front of her daughter and the latter remained indifferent... the mother suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Um, Ling'er." Mom asked cautiously, "...didn't you eat enough tonight?"

From this sentence, we can probably see the image of Lv Ling'er in the hearts of her family...

"……nothing."

Lu Ling'er shook her head in frustration and decided to keep the matter to herself. She heard that mature children are like this. She was not young anymore and could not let her family worry.

"Mom, I want to ask you a question."

She decided to wait until next time to mature.

"You say." Mom said gently.

"My dad usually...eh? Where's my dad?"

Mom nodded in Dad's direction.

Dad sipped with a blank expression.

Lu Linger blinked: "What's wrong with Dad?"

"It's raining heavily today, but we only have one umbrella for the two of us," said Mom.

Lu Ling'er said admiringly: "So my dad just gave the umbrella to you, mom?"

"Humph, you underestimate me." Mom said proudly, "Mom, I am not that kind of weak woman."

"So she just snatched the umbrella from my hand." Dad said dimly.

Lu Linger: “…”

She thinks it’s better for girls to be a little more delicate.

"You're talking nonsense!" Mom said angrily, "We clearly flipped a coin!"

"Yes, it was tossed twice," said Dad. "The first time was a literal one, and your mother said she won, and the umbrella should be given to her. I protested, and she suggested another toss, this time with a fancy one, and she said she won again, and the umbrella was still hers."

Lu Ling'er was stunned when she heard this: "Is this the second time you exchanged victory conditions?"

"Of course not. I'm not the type to go back on my word." Mom said, "You see, there are only two possible outcomes when a coin falls to the ground, right?"

Lu Linger nodded: "Yes, the literal meaning and the figurative meaning."

"No, there are actually three possible outcomes if you calculate this way." Mom said, "The correct answer is horizontal and vertical. If it's horizontal, the umbrella belongs to me, and if it's vertical, it belongs to Dad. Isn't that fair?"

Lu Linger: “…”

She thought her mother could just grab it directly next time and there was no need to go through the special process.