I Have a “System” Halo

Chapter 59: I have a harmony aura

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The system of being locked in a small black room:…

Is there any reason why he was locked up in a small black room for no reason

The system lost contact with Mo Fan when Mo Wei stood up, so it didn't know what happened afterwards, so it didn't mention it to Mo Fan.

How did I get here

The familiar yet unfamiliar room, except that it looks a little old, has not changed in the slightest, maintaining the appearance when Mo Fan left.

Yesterday's clothes became wrinkled due to sleeping all night, and the smell of alcohol on his body made Mo Fan frown. Opening the closet, Mo Fan randomly took a piece of clothing, planning to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

The room was clean and tidy, and the bathroom supplies showed that the room had been occupied.

Things that had been deliberately forgotten swirled in my mind.

Going downstairs, Mo Fan saw Mo Wei.

Mo Wei is no longer the little boy he was back then. He has experienced ups and downs in life, making him look more stable and mature than his peers. The boy's figure was tall, his shoulders became broad and thick, and there was a trace of a man's outline.

The young man had a wound on his face, which was newly added, and Mo Fan could see it at a glance. Moreover, he also knew very well how these injuries came from.

Mo Fan's footsteps only paused for a moment, and he walked directly outside, as if he didn't see the extra people in the living room.

"uncle… "

The soft murmur like smoke floated in the air and gradually fell silent.

Qicheng High School, in the afternoon in full swing, the youthful teenagers were sweating profusely on the basketball court, full of vigor.

For high school students, physical education class is the only class to relax, and the students can't help but run out of the classroom one by one. Boys invite their classmates at work to play together, and girls gather in twos and threes to chat, or gather around the basketball court and watch the boy they admire.

Among them, there was a figure who seemed a little out of place. With forehead hair enough to cover the eyes, a pair of old black framed glasses, the clothes on his body were washed white, and he sat quietly in the classroom reading a book. The afternoon sun is bright and warm. This should be a beautiful picture, but the boy is surrounded by a slightly dark atmosphere, which isolates him from the outside world, forming two worlds.

The girl who entered the classroom to pick up something subconsciously lowered her voice, quickened her movements, and left the classroom.

"Why is this person so strange? He doesn't go out to play in physical education class."

"You care so much about other people, but they are academic masters."

"..."

The voices of the two people's conversation gradually faded away, Mo Wei turned a deaf ear and only focused on the book in his hand. This is a book about programming. If anyone who knows programming reads this book, he will only be amazed that a freshman in high school can actually understand this book. You know, even graduate students majoring in computer science may not fully understand it.

Each grade of Qicheng High School will set up an experimental class, which includes the top 30 students who were specially recruited or passed the test. Therefore, those students with average family conditions but outstanding grades are concentrated in this class.

The same experience makes this group of people easier to get along with, but Mo Wei is an exception. He will not take the initiative to talk to anyone, except for necessary learning exchanges, he will not say a word, and he will not participate in any activities organized in the class.

Class activities are the easiest opportunity to integrate into the group. If there are too many rejections, no one will take the initiative to call him, and it becomes a situation where Mo Wei is alone. In the flow of people in twos and threes with their shoulders on their shoulders and their hands on their backs, Mo Wei's lone figure was particularly eye-catching.

However, maybe Mo Wei's posture was too natural, such that he didn't give people a feeling of loneliness, on the contrary, he had a kind of coldness isolated from the outside world.

When he first entered the school, the head teacher felt that Mo Wei looked too withdrawn, so he called him to his office many times to communicate alone, but every time, the head teacher felt powerless.

How are you adjusting in school

-Good

What about my classmates

-Um

I see that you don't seem to take part in many activities, don't you like it

-busy

If asked what the other party was busy with, Mo Wei would be silent.

Thinking of the information of "Parents: None" filled in the child's profile, the head teacher sighed inwardly, so he had to finally confess, "Come to me if you have any problems", and asked people to go back.

Fortunately, Mo Wei just seemed to be unusually silent, not really withdrawn or inferior. After observing for a while, the class teacher no longer insisted. He could tell that Mo Wei was a very thoughtful young man, he had certain plans for his future, and he didn't have any extreme emotions, so he felt at ease.

At the dinner table, Xu Yi held the wine glass in his hand, looked at the misty young man who had already drunk, and asked, "Why haven't you gone back to that house recently?"

Just finished a party, the table was full of empty wine bottles, in the private room, only Xu Yi and Mo Fan who helped Xu Yi hold back the wine and got drunk were left.

Xu Yi had his own plan in mind, but Mo Fan's behavior was somewhat unexpected, so the matter was delayed. In the past two years, Mo Fan hasn't had much socializing with him. A few days ago, the other party was drunk and yelled to go home. When he arrived at the house in the city, he said it wasn't here. The other party has not returned to the place for two years.

What happened to Mo Fan couldn't be hidden from him. He thought that Mo Fan had forgotten about the so-called "nephew", but this was not the case. The other party has been thinking about it, and only after drinking will he show his desire to go home.

Xu Yi had many opportunities to take advantage of the other party's drunkenness to directly ask for Mo Fan, or use his own power to oppress him. But he couldn't bear it. When he thought of the hatred in the young man's eyes, he couldn't make up his mind, so that he didn't even let the other party know his intention after so long.

No one knew about Mo Fan's drunken violence except himself, because, except for seeing the so-called son, Mo Fan was very quiet when he was drunk.

The other party is special.

This incident reminded Xu Yi all the time that Mo Wei's position in Mo Fan's heart was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. And the boy's eyes...

Without blood relationship, is it really just the way a teenager looks at his uncle

The induction between rivals in love is very sensitive, Xu Yi has already confirmed his guess while feeling unbelievable in his heart.

The injury on Mo Wei's face was a little obvious, the homeroom teacher dutifully called over to give condolences, but only got a reply that it was okay. It seemed that since the last police visit, Mo Wei had new wounds on his face from time to time, and the head teacher couldn't help wondering if that group of people came to trouble Mo Wei again.

"If you run into any trouble, you can tell me."

"Um."

"Are you really all right?"

"No."

"Don't hold back if something happens."

"Um."

He was just a class teacher, and he had limited control over him. Seeing that there was no expression of resentment, unwillingness, or fear on Mo Wei's face, he let him go back to the classroom.

Mo Wei is very happy recently, because his uncle started to "go home" often again. Although the other party would walk away without saying a word every time he woke up from the bed, Mo Wei didn't mind at all. Because, he could see his uncle again.

There were several places on his body that would tingle even the slightest movement, but Mo Wei had a happy smile on his face. It's great, you can hold each other like this, and even kiss him...

The system is already desperate for the fact that Mo Fan will be locked up in a small black room once he returns home. No longer struggling, it didn't even want to ask, and went to sleep. As a result, Mo Fan missed the opportunity to learn the truth.

Uncle's eyes are very beautiful, when he looks at you intently, it can make people's whole heart melt. Uncle's nose is very delicate, Mo Wei remembers a time when he accidentally bumped into a door, the other person's nose became red all day long. Uncle's lips were soft and finer than anything he had touched.

Lip and tongue easily pried the switch and invaded the opponent's station. Mo Wei felt more and more that she couldn't be satisfied with this simple touch and short-term intimacy, and the imaginary pictures in her mind were shaking_.

At that time, my uncle must be very beautiful, and he could make a nice voice...

Not daring to leave too many traces on the young man, Mo Wei tried a little, but couldn't wear away the sudden fishing net. Pulling the young man's slender and tough palm, Mo Wei sighed.

Afterwards, Mo Wei smiled wryly when he saw the young man's beautiful body in front of him. It was like an addiction, he got a disease called "Mo Fan", and he couldn't quit it anymore.

Would my uncle feel like a pervert if he knew what he had done to him? Would she look at him with that disgusting look that made his heart ache? Let him go, leave

No, he doesn't leave uncle. Uncle is his. It doesn't matter if it's a pervert, as long as it's an uncle, it's fine if it's this person.

Skillfully put on the other party's clothes, Mo Wei hugged him and fell asleep contentedly.

[Xiaohuan, these days I always feel that the aftereffects of being drunk are a bit serious, did something happen at night?]

This is not the first time Mo Fan has such doubts, but today the feeling is particularly strong.

The system suddenly felt guilty, "...No way."

Mo Fan narrowed his eyes.

The system has something to hide from him.

The system talked about him from left to right, "Probably drunk and beat someone up, too tired."

is that so? Then who can tell him what happened to the hickey on his inner thigh? If you have never experienced the situation, you would not have thought that it would be a hickey, but Mo Fan is obviously not. That place is very hidden, such a small red spot, if Mo Fan didn't feel something strange on his thigh, he might not have noticed it after taking a look.

In fact, every time Mo Fan seemed to be drunk, his consciousness remained sober to ensure that no one would be against him on the road.

Xu Yi understood Mo Fan's thoughts very clearly. A person like Xu Yi might "open up" at some point, and Mo Fan didn't want to suffer.

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