MTL - I Have a “System” Halo-Chapter 59 I have a "harmony" halo

The system of the closed black room: ...

Somehow there is no wood in the small black house?

When Mo Wei stood up, the system lost contact with Mo Fan, so it didn't know what happened after that, so it didn't mention it to Mo Fan either.

How did you get here?

The familiar and unfamiliar room, except that it looked a little older, had not changed in the slightest, keeping the look of Mo Fan when he left.

Yesterday's clothes became wrinkled because of a night's sleep, and the wine on his body made Mo Fan frown. Opening the closet, Mo Fan took a piece of clothing at will and planned to take a bath in the bathroom.

The room was clean and tidy, and as can be seen from the bathroom supplies, this room was always occupied.

Something that was deliberately forgotten is in my head.

Going downstairs, Mo Fan met Mo Wei.

Mo Wei is no longer the little boy who experienced the 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 there was a trace of a man's silhouette.

The teenager had a wound on his face, and Mo Fan looked out at a glance. Moreover, he also knew how these injuries came.

Mo Fan's footsteps just paused and went straight out, as if he didn't see any extra people in the living room.

"uncle……"

The soft, whispering smoke drifted into the air and gradually fell silent.

In the afternoon of Qicheng High School, youths exuding their youthful spirits were sweating and vigorous on the basketball court in the afternoon.

For high school students, physical education is the only relaxing class, and students can't help running out of the classroom one by one. The boys meet with their classmates at work to play together, the girls or two or two places gather together to chat, or gather around the basketball court and look at the teenager they admire.

Among them, one figure seemed somewhat out of place. Forehead hair enough to cover the eyes, an old pair of black frame glasses, clothes washed white, sitting quietly in the classroom and reading a book. The afternoon sun is bright and warm. This should be a beautiful picture, but the boy's body has a slightly dark atmosphere, which isolates him from the outside world and forms two worlds.

The girl who entered the classroom and took things subconsciously lightened her voice, accelerated her movements, and left the classroom.

"Why is this guy so strange that he doesn't go out to play sports?"

"You control so many other people, but they are the hegemons."

"..."

The voices of the two men drifted away, Mo Wei turned a deaf ear, and only looked at the book in hand. This is a book about programming. If you see this book at this moment, you will be amazed. A high school student can understand this book. You know, even a graduate student in computer science may not fully understand it.

Each grade of Qicheng High School will open an experimental class, which includes the top 30 students who are specially recruited or admitted. Therefore, those students with ordinary family conditions but outstanding performance are concentrated in this class.

The same experience makes this part of life easier for people, but Mo Wei is an exception. He will not speak to anyone on his own initiative. Except for the necessary learning exchanges, he will not speak a word, and the activities organized in the class will not participate.

Class activities are the easiest opportunity to integrate into the group. With more rejections, no one actively calls him, and it becomes a situation where Mo Wei is alone. Among the crowd of people who stood side by side and holding hands, Mo Wei's solitary figure was particularly eye-catching.

However, it may be that Mo Wei's posture is too natural. In this way, he does not give people a feeling of solitude, but has a kind of high cold that isolates the outside world.

When I first entered the school, the head teacher felt that Mo Wei seemed too lonely. He had called to his office for communication several times. However, every time, the head teacher felt a sense of weakness.

How did you get used to at school?

--very good

What about classmates?

--Ok

I don't think you like to participate in the event very much, don't you like it?

--busy

If asked what the other party was busy with, Mo Wei began to silence.

Thinking of the "Parent: None" information filled in the child's information, the head teacher sighed and had to finally explain the phrase "If you have a problem, come to me" and let people go back.

Fortunately, Mo Wei only seemed to be unusually silent, not real loneliness and inferiority. The class teacher observed it for a while, and no longer forced it. He can see that Mo Wei is a very thoughtful young man who has a certain plan for his future and has no extreme emotions, so he can rest assured.

...

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

Just after an entertainment, the table is full of empty bottles, and in the private room, only Xu Yi and Mo Fan who drunk to help Xu Yi stop the wine.

Xu Yi had his own intentions, but Mo Fan's behavior was somewhat unexpected, and the matter dragged on. In the past two years, Mo Fan has n’t been entertaining with him much. A few days ago, the other party was drunk, and he dared to go home. He went to the house in the city, and said it was n’t here. Xu Yi knew it and brought the other party to that Where the other party hasn't been back in two years.

What happened to Mo Fan could not be hidden from him. He thought that Mo Fan had forgotten the so-called "nephew", but this was not the case. The other party kept thinking that the desire to go home was revealed only after drinking.

Xu Yi has had many opportunities. He can get drunk and ask Mo Fan directly, or use his own power to oppress him. But he couldn't bear it. As soon as he thought of the hatred in the eyes of young people, he couldn't make this determination, so long that he didn't even let his counterpart know about it.

No one knows about Mo Fan's drunken violence, because Mo Fan, besides seeing the so-called son, is very quiet when he is drunk.

The other party is special.

This incident reminds Xu Yi at all times that Mo Wei's position in Mo Fan's heart is not as simple as it seems. And the look of that boy ...

Without blood relationship, is it really just a teenager's look at his uncle?

Sensation between the rivals is very sensitive. At the same time, Xu Yi has affirmed his guess at the same time.

...

The injury on Mo Wei's face was somewhat obvious. The class teacher dutifully called in the past and gave him a consolation, and only got an answer that was all right. It seems that since the last police visit, new injuries have appeared on Mo Wei's face from time to time, and the head teacher can't help wondering if the group of people has come to Mo Wei again.

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

"Ok."

"Is it all right?"

"No."

"Don't worry about something."

"Ok."

He was just a class teacher with limited control. When Mo Wei's face did not have any resentment, unwillingness, or fear, he returned to the classroom.

Mo Wei is very happy recently, because his uncle often began to "go home" again. Although every time the other person wakes up from the bed and leaves without saying a word, Mo Wei doesn't mind at all. Because he could see his uncle again.

Several slight movements on his body would sting, but Mo Wei's face smiled happily. It's good. You can hug each other like this, and even kiss him ...

The system was desperate for Mo Fan when he returned home. No longer struggling, he didn't even want to ask, and went to sleep. As a result, Mo Fan also missed the opportunity to learn the truth.

Uncle's eyes are very beautiful. When you focus on you, you can melt your whole heart. Uncle's nose was very delicate. Mo Wei remembered hitting the door accidentally, and the other person's nose became red all day. Uncle's lips are soft and better than anything he touches.

Lips easily pry the switch card and invade at the other party's station. Mo Wei felt more and more unable to settle for this simple touch and short-term intimacy, and those fantasy pictures in his head were shaking.

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

Not afraid to leave too many marks on the youth, Mo Wei Qian tasted it, but couldn't pass the sudden fishing net. Holding the young slender and tough palm, Mo Wei sighed.

Afterwards, Mo Wei saw the young man presenting his beautiful body in front of him, smiling bitterly. It was like an addiction. He had a disease called "Mo Fan" and could never give up.

If the uncle knew what he was doing to him, would he think he was a pervert? Would he look at him with the disgusting eyes that made him sad? Let him go and leave?

No, he doesn't leave his uncle. Uncle is his. Even if it is abnormal, as long as it is an uncle, it is just this person.

Mo Wei skillfully put on the other's clothing, and Mo Wei fell asleep contentedly.

[Xiaohuan, these past few days I always feel that the drunken sequelae are a bit serious. Is there anything happening at night? 】

It's not the first time that Mo Fan has had such a doubt, but today it feels particularly strong.

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

Mo Fan squinted.

The system has something to hide from him.

As far as the system is concerned, he said, "It's probably drinking and suffocating, it's too tired."

Is that right? Who can tell him what happened to the kiss mark on the inside of his thigh? If you haven't experienced the situation, naturally it would have been a kiss mark, but Mo Fan is obviously not. The place was extremely hidden, so the small red dot, if not for Mo Fan, felt that the thighs were a bit strange, and glanced at it.

In fact, every time Mo Fan seemed to be drunk, his consciousness remained sober to ensure that no one was on his way to him.

Xu Yi was very aware of his thoughts, Mo Fan. People like Xu Yi might "open up" at some point. Mo Fan didn't want to suffer.

The author has something to say: the baby just happened to have a cold, and once again, tragedy