He came from the system to save childhood

He's father did not use any degree of restraint in his attack. Although little He Qi could not feel the pain, he could not ignore the fact that his body was shaking.

His apologies, his pleas for mercy, and even his tears were not enough to make the man in front of him stop.

Only when he curled up on the ground did He's mother come out, pick up the baby and put him on the simple bed.

"Xiaoqi, you have to forgive your father. We work twelve hours a day in the electronics factory and have to take care of you. Mom and Dad are really more tired than you. You have to understand us more!"

But who can understand a nine-year-old child?

Little He Qi didn't say anything and was still in a daze. When He's mother saw this, she frowned fiercely.

"Xiaoqi, you will understand when you grow up. Now get up and finish your homework before going to sleep. Are you hungry? If you are hungry, mom will boil an egg for you."

An egg is his mother's way of coaxing him.

Seeing that the child still didn't speak, He's mother obviously lost her patience and her voice became harsh.

"He Qi, hurry up and get up and do your homework. I'll go make you some eggs. I hope you'll be sitting at the table when I come back!"

This is an order, not a consultation.

The cub, who was afraid of his father, forced himself to get up and sit at the table, and received praise from He's mother.

"This is our good child. Be good. Mom will cook your favorite eggs for you."

In fact, the little boy doesn’t like eggs. He also wants to eat snacks and fruits like his peers, but he has no choice.

It's like a robot, driven by the demands of parents. Their love is dull, making people want to escape but feel guilty about escaping.

Even at twelve o'clock, He's parents did not go to bed. They were just discussing how to earn more money to enroll their child in one-on-one tutoring.

Now, in addition to the basic school courses, the little boy has two tutoring classes and three one-on-one classes every week, plus weekends.

It seems like there is never-ending homework to do, and there is an endless pursuit of good grades.

He will be compared with many people by his parents, like an imperfect commodity. When he is perfect, they will show him off, but when he is imperfect, they will put him aside casually or use him to vent their anger.

After only four hours of sleep, the little boy was forcibly uncovered by his mother He's not-so-warm quilt. A pile of test papers from last night were put into his schoolbag, and an egg was put into a plastic bag.

This is Zaizai’s breakfast.

He's father beat his son last night but showed no intention of apologizing. He urged little He to get on the only electric car in the family. There was no cool breeze or fresh air along the way.

But it was He's father's nagging.

"Dad doesn't have enough meat to eat a day. If he had money to go to school when he was young, he would definitely study hard. You have the conditions now. Although our family conditions are not particularly good, mom and dad have never treated you badly in your studies, so you must study hard!"

"Look at those who grew up to be lazy, which one of them doesn't blame their family for not supervising them properly? If I don't urge you now, you will definitely regret it when you grow up!"

"So you must study hard in school. You don't need to make many friends. If you make friends, you have to make friends who are good at studying. They can become your personal network when you grow up. Do you understand?"

The kid seldom answered what his father said, and his father was used to the kid's often silent nature, so he just kept instilling his own thoughts into the kid.

Until they arrived at the school, the little boy quietly entered the class. There was only one child in the class, and he was the class monitor. He had very good grades and had been tied for first place with Xiao Heqi several times. He was also very popular in the class.

Because his parents were in real estate business and he lived in Country Y when he was a child, learning English was not difficult for him at all.

The little boy envied him very much, but he never despised his family. He just... was a little envious of the attitude of the monitor's parents towards him.

Very easy-going, like a friend, but he doesn't even have any friends, so how can he expect to be friends with his parents?

The little boy took his seat without saying a word. He was always silent in class. The oppression brought by his family made him very unsociable and he was not as lively as a child of his age should be.

The class monitor didn't mind. Seeing that they were the only two people in the classroom, he came over instantly, and the throbbing in his heart was indescribable.

"Hey? Why do I feel like you've become more beautiful, little mute?" Fuck! What is he talking about?

That’s right, because the kid doesn’t talk often, I don’t know which kid in the class started to name him “Little Mute” first.

The squad leader was a little annoyed. He clearly just wanted to talk to the person in front of him. This person had ignored him no matter what he said before. So he probably wouldn't pay attention to him today either, right?

Although the little boy doesn’t talk much in class, he will reply when others talk to him, but he is very shy. He didn’t reply before because of shyness.

Just after the squad leader spoke a few words to him, his face turned pink, making him look like a little lotus fairy, and his voice became slurred.

"Uh, um."

"Hey? You are really a little mute? Why don't you like to talk? By the way, your Chinese and math are really good! My parents want to get you to tutor me!"

The squad leader was immersed in the joy that this equally matched opponent could finally speak to him.

The little cub pushed his glasses up seriously and said, "I'm very busy and can't tutor you."

The monitor raised his eyebrows: "Ah? Why is that? Hey? What are these bruises on your body?"

Although the weather was cold, the parents were reluctant to give the kid more clothes except for the exercise book, so the kid was wearing very thin clothes that could not cover the scars on his body at all.

The little boy covered it carefully, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm fine."

"Gu Gu Gu~~"

Xiao Heqi covered his empty stomach with a red face. He had not had time to eat breakfast yet.

"Are you hungry?" The squad leader asked teasingly with a smile, looking naughty.

"Well, I want to have breakfast."

As he said this, Zizi pushed his glasses again. He had used these glasses for a long time and his parents were reluctant to replace them, so they were a little loose and always needed to be pushed.

He took out the only egg in a plastic bag from his worn-out schoolbag and was about to eat it, but before he could put it in his mouth, the monitor snatched it away.

"Really? I'm talking to you! You only eat one egg in the morning?"

Little Heqi frowned, and his dazed look became a little angry.

"Give it back to me!"

The monitor laughed wickedly: "Hey! The little mute in the class is angry? Oh, don't be angry, I'll change it for you, okay? My mother prepares a lot for me every morning, and I can't finish it every time, so I'll give you half, okay?"

Little Heqi was a little confused and spoke in a soft voice, which made the squad leader pause.

"Don't you have a lot of friends? You can share it with them..."