Han Zhuoyu covered his head with a hood, and jogged around the compound at the urging of 9527. Due to long-term lack of exercise, he was out of breath after only running three to four hundred meters, his hands and feet were weak, and his close-fitting shirt was already drenched with sweat.
Alright, you can stop now, please continue to work hard tomorrow, and try to run 200 meters more than today. 9527 is very dissatisfied with the frail body of the boy with facial paralysis.
Han Zhuoyu nodded silently, and slowly walked home along the tree-lined path. Although the morning exercise was very tiring, and the crowds coming and going made him feel very anxious, but he had to admit that he felt very comfortable after sweating profusely, as if every pore was relaxed, and he was breathing in fresh air .
When he reached the end of the path, a bright red apple rolled to his feet, and he paused slightly, ready to change direction and move on.
stop! 9527's voice seemed very excited, please the host to help the old man pick up the apple, and get the other party's gratitude!
Han Zhuoyu looked forward and found that the ground was full of apples, and an old lady was rushing to pick them up, but the plastic bag containing the apples was torn, and even if she picked them up, there was nowhere to put them, and she was so anxious that she didn’t know what to do .
Please act quickly to avoid being disturbed by the host! Finding that someone had already looked over, 9527 gave the host a hard shock. This is his first chance to gain positive energy, and it must not be snatched away.
This blow was much more ruthless than the previous few times, Han Zhuoyu couldn't help but groaned, his face was so pale that it was transparent. Not wanting to be raped by 9527 again, he silently stepped forward, took off his sports coat and spread it on the ground. He finally figured it out, letting 9527 rise to level 4 as soon as possible to leave his brain, and return to the peaceful life before is the top priority he should do.
A piece of clothing suddenly fell on the ground, and the old lady looked up in surprise, "Yo, whose clothing is this?"
Han Zhuoyu ignored her and just helped pick up apples.
The old lady also reacted, and quickly poured the remaining apples in the torn bag on her clothes, thanking her repeatedly. The two of them worked together to put away the apples that were rolling around, and tied up their sleeves to form a big burden.
People who were doing morning exercises not far away showed knowing smiles when they saw this scene of respecting the old and loving the young, and being in harmony with each other.
Ding~ Get 1 point of gratitude, please continue to work hard on the host. Comrade Lei Feng once said - help people to the end, send Buddha to the west. Ask the host to help the old lady carry the apples and vegetable basket home. 9527's joyful voice sounded in his mind. He finally reached the breakthrough of zero!
"Helping people to the end, sending Buddha to the west is not what Lei Feng said, it is an anonymous person." Han Zhuoyu picked up the bag silently, and took over the old lady's full vegetable basket, retorting in his mind.
9527 snorted, and was about to argue when he heard the system prompt, and he got another 1 point of gratitude from the old lady. So he generously let go of the lack of knowledge of the host.
"Oh, thank you so much, Xiaoyu. Come, 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, and you can adapt quickly, but communicating with outsiders is different. Han Zhuoyu held the apple stiffly, and his lips were tightly pressed. Seeing that the clock on the wall pointed at half past six, it would be time for breakfast at half past seven when he got home and took a shower. He was anxious but said Can't get out, can only look helplessly at the coat on the table.
The eldest son of Mayor An's family is autistic and can't speak a word for three or two months. This is no news in the government compound. The old lady felt pity in her heart, and hurriedly took out the apple from the jacket, and while dressing the young man, she said lovingly, "You still have to go to school, Grandma Zhou won't keep you. Come to grandma's house for dinner when you have time, ah!"
Han Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief, and left Mrs. Zhou's house in silence.
"Who was it just now?" Mr. Zhou came out of the kitchen with a pot of porridge and asked loudly.
"Xiaoyu, Han Zhuoyu, the eldest son of Mayor An." Mrs. Zhou said as she poured the newly bought pickles into an empty bowl.
"Oh, Han Jiamei's son." Mr. Zhou remembered something and shook his head sighingly.
"Hmph, who said that Xiaoyu is evil? It's pure nonsense! I don't know how well-behaved this child is! Then Lei Lizhen is not a fuel-efficient lamp, what good will she get in her hands..." Old lady Zhou said indignantly, He told how the boy helped her along the way, which made the old man sigh again and again.
Han Zhuoyu returned home and took a quick shower. When he went downstairs, An Minghuai was about to take An Guoren's car to school. The two brothers are in the first year of No. 1 Middle School in City H. An Minghuai likes to enter the classroom 20 minutes earlier, while Han Zhuoyu eats breakfast at 7:30, and goes to school after breakfast. His life is like a pendulum, swinging back and forth in his own designated area, never accepting change.
However, it is currently tied to 9527, and a future full of problems can be foreseen.
"Brother, I heard that you went to morning exercise this morning?" An Minghuai obviously noticed his abnormality and asked tentatively.
Han Zhuoyu picked up the spoon and drank the porridge.
An Minghuai didn't take it seriously, and continued to ask, "Brother, will you go to school in Dad's car with me?"
Han Zhuoyu peeled the eggs mechanically.
"Okay, leave him alone, he can do whatever he likes!" An Guoren urged impatiently. Of course, his temper was directed at his elder son, and his younger son was handsome, filial and sensible, and his academic performance was among the best, which had always been his pride. Comparing the two sons, he became even more disgusted with the lifeless eldest son.
An Minghuai sighed pretending to be disappointed, and obediently got into his father's car.
Han Zhuoyu ate up the egg whites first, then took a bite of the egg yolk and drank the porridge, and took a bite of the egg yolk and drank the porridge, his movements were neither too fast nor too slow. An Minghuai's performance was completely regarded as air by him.
After breakfast, he washed his hands, picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go to school. His driver was already waiting outside.
"Master Xiaoyu, this is your lunch box." The nanny in her forties chased her out from the kitchen. Because she moved too hastily, the lid of the lunch box hadn't been closed yet, and there were only a few pieces of soft water inside besides the rice. Boil Chinese cabbage, the style can be called crude.
Han Zhuoyu took the insulated lunch box and stuffed it into his schoolbag.
After scanning, there are still braised pork ribs and leek scrambled eggs hidden in the bottom of the lunch box, which is quite nutritious. For those who provide help to the host, the host should say thank you. Maintaining due courtesy is one of the qualities that a living Lei Feng in the new century must possess! Please host remember! 9527 A warning of righteous words.
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Han Zhuoyu didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he heard the system's arrogant humming, he had a premonition that his brain was about to suffer again, so he thanked him in a low voice.
The nanny was stunned, and did not show a relieved smile until the boy boarded the car and drove 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, and 9527 started chattering again, starting tomorrow, we will go to school by bus.
Han Zhuoyu's waving fingertips paused, and asked in a flat tone, 'Why? 'Bus, I feel very anxious just thinking about it.
If you take the bus every day, you can take the opportunity to give up your seat to the elderly and get at least 1 thank you point. This system has calculated that in order to upgrade to the first level within half a year, the host must obtain 5.47945 gratitude points every day, which does not include the gratitude points used to exchange attribute points. However, the host is not good at communicating with people, and the scope of life is narrow. To complete the task on schedule, the prospect is very grim. 9527 sighed, and the slightly trembling electronic sound sounded very funny.
Han Zhuoyu's brain waves expressed a strong rejection.
The host is requested to fully cooperate with this system, otherwise the system will give a second-level electric shock to the host's brain, and the pain will be doubled on the original basis, and the degree is no less than that of a woman giving birth.
Han Zhuoyu was instantly sluggish, pursing his thin lips and continuing to play with his mobile phone.
9527 snorted, extremely arrogant. To cure the host's autism, he had to force the host to contact people, and he couldn't do anything about it.
The boy with facial paralysis stepped into the classroom. When the classmates saw him, they quickly finished their breakfast and took out their mobile phones to check the time. Sure enough, it was only two minutes before the bell rang, and Han Zhuoyu's timetable was never wrong, as accurate as a robot.
Han Zhuoyu's seat is in the last row on the innermost side of the classroom, which is a special seat for tall children or problem children with poor grades. Han Zhuoyu's figure is not tall, even a little thin, but he was educated in country a, and his academic progress is far behind that of country c. His academic performance is indeed very bad, so there is nothing wrong with sitting here.
But this corner is very quiet. His classmates know that he suffers from mild autism and never talk to him, which makes him feel very at ease.
"Where's your homework? Quickly take it out and let me copy it!" Seeing that he didn't put the homework book neatly in the upper right corner of the table like usual, waiting for the team leader to collect it, the deskmate Shi Lei couldn't help urging. Shi Lei is tall and has a bad temper. He has met a lot of 'brothers' both inside and outside the school, and punishes anyone who doesn't like him. He can be called a bully on campus. Only people like Han Zhuoyu who don't care about everything dare to sit at the same table with him.
Han Zhuoyu fixed a glance at him, remembering the illusion created by 9527. In the illusion, the deskmate committed suicide, just yesterday afternoon. He still remembered that he was sleeping on the bed next to his, with his neck tilted and foaming at the mouth, it was really strange that he was alive and kicking now.
"Don't tell me you didn't do it!" Shi Lei opened his eyes wide in surprise. Like him, Han Zhuoyu never did his homework at first. But the head teacher would always take the trouble to talk to him. 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 program, if he can violate the program, something must have happened.
Han Zhuoyu tidied up the desk in silence, not even looking out of the corner of his eye.
Shi Lei didn't take it seriously, he went to rummage through his schoolbag and opened his homework book, all the books were blank, so he was sure that he really didn't do it.
"Have you been invaded by a virus and the program is broken?" Shi Lei asked worriedly.
You are the virus, and your whole family is the virus! 9527 jumped, and then viciously condemned the boy with facial paralysis, host, you actually forgot to do your homework? Simply inexcusable! Comrade Lei Feng once said - whoever plays games in life will accomplish nothing; whoever cannot master himself will always be a slave! Host, do you want to be a slave? !
Han Zhuoyu felt that his brain began to ache without electric shocks. May I ask how 'doing homework' is related to 'being a slave'