A contented smile appeared on Mo Sheng's face, and he kissed Lin Xingge's forehead.

Then he climbed off the bed lightly, and stretched himself by the window.

Mo Sheng took a long breath of fresh air.

"Last night, I was tired of walking songs, so let's make up for her with a love breakfast today!"

After washing up, Mo Sheng took the lipstick and wrote the words "My Walking Song" on the mirror, and drew a heart.

He covered his mouth and let out a "chi chi" laugh.

However, when she lowered her head, she saw that her body was dissipating little by little.

foot.

calves.

thigh.

hands.

All floating in the air.

Mo Sheng had a shocked expression.

Until the whole person disappeared out of thin air.

Lin Xingge never woke up later than eight o'clock before.

This time, it was a long sleep.

She felt that the light was a little dazzling, and her eyelids were narrowed, and it was already bright.

Lin Xingge sat up, thinking of what happened last night, buried his face in his knees, did not lift up for a long time, and smiled very shyly.

No matter how indifferent she is in front of outsiders, she is also a daughter who needs to be loved and cared for.

You have a place to go physically and mentally, how can you not be shy because of this sweet shackles?

Lin Xingge walked into the bathroom, and saw the red heart on the mirror at a glance, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

As she walked over, she couldn't help but want to touch the red heart, but she was afraid of rubbing it.

Finally, carefully retract your hand.

After Lin Xingge washed up, he looked around for Mo Sheng's shadow, with a sweet smile on his face.

Not long after, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Lin Xingge picked up the phone and dialed the number of "Gu Qingqing".

A mechanically cold female voice came: "Sorry, the number you dialed is empty..."

Lin Xingge's expression gradually froze.

stiff.

without any temperature.

She frantically dialed the non-existent number.

Search all corners of the house.

"A Sheng."

"Don't make trouble."

"A Sheng."

Lin Xingge grabbed the phone and fell in front of the mirror, trembling all over.

Many memories that did not belong to this body flooded in, making her have a splitting headache.

Lin Xingge slowly raised his head, his eyes were scarlet.

She braced herself.

Sweeping fingertips over what remains on the mirror, the silent love expressed with lipstick.

"I'll never lose you again."

Lin Xingge murmured in a low voice.

Everything around it began to crumble and collapse.

turned into dust.

Lin Xingge also drifted away like Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng opened his eyes again, and there was also a mirror in front of him, but the style was slightly old.

She rubbed her swollen eye sockets and looked at herself in the mirror, very surprised.

The little girl in the mirror was wearing a blue and white school uniform, with immature and youthful eyes.

Mo Sheng discovered that she had returned to eight years ago.

Her, 17 years old.

——"Hello, dear host, this is the 404 Xueba system. I am Han Meimei, your study steward."

Isn't Han Meimei the name of a little girl in an elementary school English textbook?

Mo Sheng: "..."

This doesn't sound like a serious system...

Mo Sheng only remembered that she had received the news of Lin Xingge's accident just after she returned to China—Lin Xingge fell down the stairs, hit her head, was unconscious, and most likely became a vegetative state.

Mo Sheng patted his head.

Now, what's going on

She... passed through

"Tuantuan, it's time to eat!"

The old man's call came from outside the door.

Tuantuan is Mo Sheng's nickname.

Mo Sheng's eyes filled with tears instantly, this is... grandma's voice.

In my memory, my grandmother died of illness when she was 22 years old.

Since then, I can no longer hear my grandma's voice, nor can I eat the meals made by my grandma.

Mo Sheng often regrets that he didn't spend more time with his grandmother before.

Dreaming back at midnight, dreaming of the time when the mother-in-law and grandson were together, I would wake up with tears streaming down my face.

Today, the old man is still full of anger.

Mo Sheng hurriedly washed his face and wiped away the tears on his face.

She pushed open the door, and the room was filled with the aroma of walnut sesame rice paste and soy milk.

This is the exclusive secret breakfast that grandma used to prepare for her.

Mo Sheng endured the soreness in her eyes and nose, and sat at the table, watching the old man put a small bowl with a handle in front of her, and there was a small spoon for children in it.

Almost graduated from high school, grandma still treats her like a child.

Mo Sheng's eyes were bent into two crescents, and he said sweetly: "Thank you, grandma."

Mo Sheng's grandmother's surname is Jiang, and her first name is Xiangdong, which sounds like a man's name.People in that era all worshiped the Chairman, and it was popular to use the word "Dong" in their names, regardless of whether they were boys or girls.

That is a sign of a generation.

Although Jiang Xiangdong's education level is not high, he is really good to this granddaughter.

When he was young, his parents were busy with work, and Mo Sheng was basically brought up by his grandmother.

One year before the college entrance examination, Mo Sheng's mother took the old man home to help take care of her daughter's daily life.The old man is naturally very happy, and cooks the dishes that his granddaughter likes every day.

The old lady cheerfully brought up the soaked soy milk, and said, "Tuantuan, eat first, and then I'll fry an egg for you."

"Don't bother." Mo Sheng waved his hand, "This is enough."

The old lady said angrily: "You child, don't worry about it. It's time to grow your body, you should eat more. Study hard in the last year and try to get into the Imperial Capital University."

"Yes." Mo Sheng nodded obediently, "I will."

In the minds of the old people, those who can take the entrance examination of the God Capital University are the most powerful people.

Listening to the sizzling sound of fried eggs in the kitchen, Mo Sheng finally couldn't hold back the tears that slipped from his eyes, dripped into the bowl, and splashed a few small splashes.

After breakfast, Mo Sheng walked towards the door step by step, turning his head back and forth, and confirmed again and again: "Grandma, you will cook me the Kung Pao chicken tonight, right?"

"Hi! You have asked this question five times, can grandma lie to you!" The old lady rolled her eyes, "I never thought you were such a greedy little cat before!"

Mo Sheng scratched his head embarrassingly, "I'm growing my body now!"

The old lady poured cold water mercilessly, "At your age, you have almost developed, and you will basically be shaped in the future."

Mo Sheng: "..." The old man changed everything he said, and he turned his face and refused to recognize what he said just now!

Coming to the long-lost campus, Mo Sheng was still a little uncomfortable.

On the way, the system named "Han Meimei" showed her a panel with several skills and corresponding values, and each skill was marked with a level.

Small print: Every 60 points increase to one level.

memory lv1: 59

Stamina lv1: 30

Society jiāol v5: 249

Charm lv6: 301

Listening lv3: 175

Helpful Points: 0

Love from Ome lv0: -1000

Mo Sheng was very dissatisfied, and asked: "How can my memory and physical strength be so low! I am the first in my age!"

——"Because after the age of 25, all functions will gradually decline! A young body can't cover up your old heart!"

Mo Sheng twitched her brows twice, and asked again: "I don't care about the previous ones, but what the hell is the favor from Qingmei, why is it still negative 1000!"

——"Because the host is in a cold war with Lin Xingge!"

Memories go back to third grade.

At that time, a little girl was transferred to Mo Sheng's class, like a doll.

That was the first time she and Lin Xingge met.

I can't remember exactly how the two got together, but in short, they were best friends from elementary school to high school.

But when they were in the third year of high school, the two had a big fight and almost had a cold war for a whole semester.

Over the past few years, Mo Sheng has obscured the reason for their cold war.

——"The host please work hard to get the favor of Qingmeilin Xingge to unlock more functions."

"What kind of dog system? I'm a person in my twenties, why do I want to be favored by a child?" Mo Sheng rolled his eyes, "Isn't it my duty to pet her?"

Fine.

The system got stuck.

——"If the host needs it, please call 'Han Meimei' in your mind to wake up the system."

The corner of Mo Sheng's mouth twitched, deeply suspecting that he was having a strange dream due to too much pressure recently.

——"The host has to work harder today!"

Just after seven o'clock, when Mo Sheng stepped into the classroom, only a few seats were still vacant.

This is the science class A of Qingcheng No. 35 High School. According to the average ranking of the second year of high school, the top [-] students are selected to form this class. The overall strength is very strong, and the students are more self-disciplined than other classes.

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