He came from the system to save childhood

The little boy went to school as usual the next day, with cold boiled eggs in his schoolbag as usual, and his father still brainwashing him in his ears.

The little boy walked into the school alone, and it seemed that even the air was gloomy.

Until Cheng Shiyuan appeared before him, the whole world seemed to become joyful.

"Xiaoxia, you're here. Good morning! My mom made pumpkin buns today. They're super sweet. She also asked me to bring you one. Do you want some?"

Cheng Shiyuan loves to laugh, and when she laughs, her two little fangs are exposed.

The little guy pursed his lips and couldn't help but laugh.

"Ok!"

The two little kids sitting in the front row were secretly stuffing buns into their mouths. Their eyes were narrowed. Mother Cheng is a good cook. The pumpkin buns are just the right sweetness, sticky and glutinous. They are also filled with red beans, which are sweet and a taste that children will like.

"Here, here's some milk. Mom said you're too thin. You should eat more to avoid choking."

The little cub nodded obediently, took the milk and held it to suck it. The milk was the sweet milk that children loved to drink. Cheng Shiyuan controlled the little cub very tightly when it came to eating.

These are all things the baby has never eaten before. Because milk powder is very expensive, I stopped drinking milk when I was very young and haven't drunk it for a long time. But recently I drink it every day.

Because of Cheng Shiyuan’s feeding.

Cheng Shiyuan's company also made the little boy feel much better at school. At least he was happy at school. Cheng Shiyuan would sometimes secretly bring game consoles and comic books to school.

However, for the sake of the little one's grades, he is only allowed to play during recess. In the past, the little one could only stay in his seat and do his homework during recess, but now there are many more interesting things to do.

Cheng Shiyuan is like a caring brother and takes good care of the little cub.

Although it was still hard to get home at night, at least the time on campus was wonderful. The diary that often recorded dark feelings also became more colorful, all about Cheng Shiyuan.

But the little boy still couldn't put pen to paper at home. He was always anxious and even felt a little suffocated. His father beat him more and more often.

Sometimes the noise was so loud that it would even alarm the neighbors, but when the neighbors came to his door, He's father would just apologize and say that his child had a bad temper.

The little boy goes to school with injuries every day, especially today, when Father He hit him in the face in a rage. Although he used less force, the little boy's skin is tender and his face still swelled up.

The next day, when He's father went to send his son to school, he rarely nagged him. He only whispered "sorry" to his son when they arrived at the school gate.

But although he was clearly apologizing to the little kid, his eyes were looking towards the road, as if he had already put aside his dignity. After he finished speaking, without getting a response from the little kid, he turned around and left.

The broad back cannot bring any sense of security to the little boy. His father’s shoulders are not his shelter.

The little cub lowered his head and stood there for a long time until he was seen by Cheng Shiyuan.

"Hey? What are you doing standing here, little hero? Ah! What's wrong with your face?"

The little boy subconsciously covered the wound on his face and stammered, "No, it's okay..."

Cheng Shiyuan looked at many carefree friends, but his mind was extremely delicate. He did not mention the wound again, but patted the little cub on the shoulder and said seriously: "If there is anything, you must tell me! We are friends, right?"

friend……

The little cub opened his mouth and looked at Cheng Shiyuan in confusion: "You...will your family love you because of your good grades?"

Cheng Shiyuan is the same age as the little kid. Although he is thoughtful, he is not old enough to understand too much philosophy. He scratched his cheek.

"Really? My parents are very happy to see my results and they will reward me!"

But in fact, no matter how good or bad Cheng Shiyuan's grades are, his family will love him. Because they love him, they will be proud of his grades.

The little cub lowered his head and said softly, "I know."

He will get good grades in the exam. This was his original plan, but he has recently wavered. No little kid doesn't want to be liked by his parents. He will work hard to make his parents like him.

"Okay, it's almost time for morning reading. If you don't go in now, the class teacher will scold you. Let's go!"

Cheng Shiyuan took the little kid into the school.

The wound on the kid's face was so conspicuous that the head teacher couldn't help but frown after taking a glance at it. Others might not know it, but the head teacher knew something about it.

This quiet child in class has incompetent parents. They often can’t get through the phone and only answer the phone when the results are out.

Because there are not so many teachers in this school, many class teachers teach the kids from first grade to fifth or sixth grade, so the class teacher follows the kids for three years.

When the little kid was in the second grade, he broke his leg at a sports meet. The head teacher called his parents six times before they answered. After finding out the reason, the teacher just used being busy as an excuse and didn’t care about the little kid at all.

Now the little guy goes to school with wounds on his face again.

After class, the head teacher couldn't help but call the little boy to the office. Cheng Shiyuan, with a worried look on his face, told him to speak nicely and not be mean to the little boy.

The head teacher almost laughed out of anger, he was not a vicious person.

The little boy followed the head teacher to the office anxiously.

The head teacher spoke in a gentle tone, gave the little boy a bottle of milk, and asked politely, "Student He Qi, do you need help?"

The kid shook his head blankly, and the head teacher had no choice but to ask directly.

"Who caused the injury on the face?"

The kid became even more silent, obviously unwilling to speak.

He wanted to protect his father, the domestic violence father, because he was his father, for no reason.

The head teacher sighed and asked the kid to go back to the classroom for class.

I called the little boy's parents. At first, I called He's mother four times but she didn't answer. Finally, I called He's father, but he answered after two calls.

The first thing I said when I answered the phone was: "What's wrong, teacher? Has our child's grades dropped again? Or is he not paying attention in class?"

The head teacher couldn't help but choke up. Is this the first question a father should ask?

Thinking of the redness and swelling on the little boy's face, the head teacher couldn't help but get a little angry, and his words were not so tactful.

"Mr. He, your child came here with a wound on his face today, didn't you notice it?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then He's father explained awkwardly: "Well, that child always doesn't do his homework at night, and I get angry and accidentally..."

"You shouldn't be careless. I hope you know that no matter how important grades are, they are not as important as your child's health."

He's father was very angry. After all, the child's grades still depended on the teacher, so he perfunctorily said that he would definitely not do it again next time, and then hung up the phone on the grounds that he was busy with work.

The head teacher was so angry that he almost smashed his phone. Damn, what a weird parent!