Let the system try to save the world

Lu Jingming rubbed his eyes. He didn't know what he had eaten this morning, but he felt a stomachache after sitting for only half a class. He sneaked out to go to the toilet. Just as the pain in his stomach was relieved, he heard the broadcast coming from the classroom.

There was white fog outside and he could faintly hear the sound of people falling down and crying. Now he was even more afraid to go back.

Xitong will solve it anyway. With blind trust in Xitong, Lu Jingming sat down on a clean toilet. He locked the cubicle and started playing ostrich.

Mirage has a hallucinogenic effect. Lu Jingming was getting anxious while waiting. He leaned against the wall of the compartment in a daze. He was half asleep and half awake, and he actually dreamed of an old event.

It was a midsummer day similar to today, the air conditioner was on in the room, and he woke up from his sleep for some reason. He reflexively went to look for his father who was supposed to be sleeping next to him, but found nothing.

"Father...?" He saw a warm yellow light streaming out from under the gap of the tightly closed door. Lu Jingming jumped out of bed. The feeling of his bare feet stepping on the cold floor is still clearly visible in his memory.

“…I don’t allow it…” This was the voice of the old father who rarely showed up. Lu Jingming rubbed his sleepy eyes, and his sleepiness gradually faded away. He tried to open the bedroom door.

"Lu He, are you addicted to playing house games?"

"No matter what you say, I will not allow you to do this." Lu He's terrifyingly calm voice came through the thin door panel.

Don't quarrel... Little Lu Jingming thought to himself. The bedroom door couldn't be opened. Someone had locked it. He pursed his lips and let out a small sob in his throat.

He cried quietly for a while, and neither of the two people outside the door noticed him, so Lu Jingming had to find a solution himself.

"Okay, okay, Lu He, you are so noble." Mo Jinglan's voice was a little hysterical, "For a monster, you are going to sacrifice countless lives, right?"

"Jingming is not a monster." Lu He said, "Calm down, I didn't say I wanted to joke about human life!"

"Wouldn't it be better to just let him die?" Mo Jinglan said, "I don't know what you are hesitating about!"

"It's just a possibility..."

"I'm very disappointed, really, Lu He." Mo Jinglan's voice was filled with dismay, "What do you want to do?"

"Do you also want what is known as the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers for the success of a general?"

"You also want countless bones to fill the steps leading to your throne?"

"Answer me! Director Lu!"

“…I didn’t know you would think of me like this.” Lu He was silent for a moment before speaking again. From his tone, we couldn’t tell if he was hurt or not. “You weren’t like this before.”

"Of course... of course! You made me what I am now, and you say you weren't like this before?" Mo Jinglan's tone changed from realization to sharp and angry, "Because you are just a..."

"Father!" Lu Jingming tried his best. He dragged his small stool over and stepped on it. He pulled it several times and finally succeeded in breaking the shaft of the door lock. "Don't quarrel. Please don't quarrel."

Mo Jinglan snorted coldly, he folded his arms and turned his head away, not looking at the two of them. Lu He looked at Lu Jingming, whose face was covered with tears, and bent down to pick him up.

Lu He took out a piece of toilet paper and gently wiped his face, "Good boy, we didn't quarrel."

"Really?" Lu Jingming asked sobbingly.

"Well, we were just discussing something very important, so we were all a little excited." Lu He said, he looked at Mo Jinglan, "——You raised him very well."

"Nonsense." Mo Jinglan took over Lu Jingming impatiently.

"I just hate you. What does this have to do with the child?"

"Take this child over. You haven't held him for a day." Mo Jinglan said, "Don't hold him like this. He will feel uncomfortable."

"He grew up too fast. I didn't have the chance to hold him." Lu He responded. Even the smartest and most capable new father would be clumsy in this regard. "Okay, Jingming, be good. We won't argue anymore - we won't talk about this anymore."

"Go to bed, everything will be fine tomorrow."

If only tomorrow would come. Lu Jingming opened his eyes and patted his forehead to keep himself awake.

To this day, he still doesn't know where the fundamental conflict between his parents came from. Whether it is fortunate or unfortunate, he will probably never know in this lifetime.

Lu Jingming was not sure whether he should explore the reasons behind this.

Life is pretty good now, isn't it? I have my dad, Xi Qi Huang who is not so annoying anymore, a new housekeeper, and friends.

Uncle Wang seemed to be doing well, although certainly not as well as before, but he should be punished for doing something wrong. Lu Jingming was so bored that he sat on the toilet like a possible philosopher and recalled his first half of his life.

And...Xitong.

Before Lu Jingming had time to think about his elementary school classmate's neighbor and Gu Yugui's dog, he heard some sharp scratching sounds coming from the next cubicle.

Is it like someone is scratching the tiles with their fingernails? Lu Jingming thought uncertainly. He was shocked by his own guess and stood up and squatted on the toilet lid.

Someone else is going to the toilet at this time? Is he constipated? So he scratched the floor with his nails in pain? Lu Jingming's back was covered with cold sweat, and he frantically told himself jokes in his mind to ease his fear.

The effect was not very good. Or rather, it was terrible. Lu Jingming realized belatedly that his compartment was the first one and there was no such thing as a compartment on the right.

Lu Jingming searched his entire body but couldn't find a pen with which to leave a will.

Goodbye, Dad. I'm not a child you like. I only got full marks in the first grade of elementary school in my life, and I always cause trouble for you. I feel very sorry for you... But you are still young and you have the chance to practice the trumpet.

Goodbye Gu Yugui's dog - but I have never seen his dog! Lu Jingming grabbed his hair in despair. In a few seconds, he thought about all the embarrassing, happy and unhappy things in his life.

The sound of that thing was getting closer and closer, and it suddenly jumped into the compartment where Lu Jingming was.

Lu Jingming screamed, he wasn’t sure if he shouted out loud or not, but at least he didn’t want to leave the body in the toilet!

"Ding...da..." There were a few strange noises coming from that thing. Lu Jingming opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the thing cautiously.

Was it a very low-quality... toy spider? Lu Jingming tentatively poked it with the toilet plunger, but it didn't show any reaction. He picked it up tremblingly and examined it carefully.

This thing was extremely poor quality. At least no child would like it. Lu Jingming touched its main structure. It was made of wood and felt very familiar.

He turned the little thing over, leaving a layer of white powder on the palm of his hand. Lu Jingming rubbed his hands in confusion. There was no taste, and he was not sure whether he should lick it to taste it.

The four legs of the small thing are inserted into the wooden block, which can be retracted. It looks like a teacher's pointer on the blackboard. It is fixed with thick tape to prevent it from falling off.

The structure on its back was very strange, with a thin antenna inserted in it. Lu Jingming didn't dare to move it, so he looked at its belly.

There is a line of characters written there that are the same as the ones printed out.

"A001"