Chapter 24 Heroic Acts "He will," Wen Han said with a smile, "He..."
Wen Qingke's expression immediately changed. Wen Han walked back to her room on her own. Most of the good things in the house had been sold off. Those exquisite and beautiful porcelain pieces only remained in her memory. The only thing that could be called a vase was the glass bottle from when she finished drinking soda during the summer vacation.
Wen Han filled it with some water, inserted the lilies into it, and placed it on her small table.
Someone quietly opened the door, and Wen Han knew it was Wen Ruo from the footsteps.
When Wen Ruo saw the two banners with the words "hatred" and "resentment" hanging on the wall, her brows furrowed slightly, but when she saw Wen Han standing motionless in front of a lily, her heart softened again.
"Wen Han".
Wen Han ignored him. Wen Ruo walked to the table and gently placed a small plate on it. Wen Han glanced at it and saw that it was a snack.
He said softly, "Didn't I say I'd give it to Grandpa and Grandma for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
The system felt its soul trembling.
Wen Ruo didn't realize it and sat down on the edge of Wen Han's bed. He lowered his eyes and said, "Brother, I know you're still thinking about Mom. Everyone understands that you're not feeling well. But we have to keep moving forward. Dad isn't biased. He's always cared about us, especially you."
As Wen Han listened to his rambling, she gradually grew irritated and impatiently interrupted him, "Wen Ruo, stop talking."
He picked up the plate of pastries and went to the living room. Wen Qingke was urging Wen Ruan to eat, but Wen Ruan pushed the pastries away, meaning that her father should eat first.
Wen Han said coldly, "Didn't I say to give it to Grandpa and Grandma?"
Wen Qingke said awkwardly, "I'll buy another one for my grandparents' father."
"Buy again?" Wen Han scoffed. "Dad, do you still think you can fool me like a child? Do you think you're some big shot who buys secondhand bicycles and snacks?"
Wen Qingke said urgently, "That's enough!"
"If you think this family is too poor, why don't you find a wealthy family?"
"I want to! Of course I want to!" Wen Han shouted. "I'll move out the moment you give me back the house!"
"Do you think I'm staying in this house because I can't bear to leave you all, huh?" Wen Han slammed the pastries on the table onto the floor. The delicate pastries shattered easily, looking completely out of place on the dirty cement floor.
Wen Han scoffed, "Do you really think I should be grateful to you for making me live like this? If it weren't for making you all suffer, I wouldn't be staying in this house."
“You,” Wen Han pointed at Wen Ruo, whose face was ashen, “Don’t think that just because you’re my younger brother you can try to persuade me. You’re even more despicable, but it’s not surprising, since Mom said she would leave everything to me instead of you.”
Wen Han looked at the pastries on the ground and smiled, "Anyway, we'll have to buy another batch for Grandpa and the others. You can continue eating the ones on the ground."
"Host, isn't this going too far?" the system asked worriedly. "What if we really kick you out?"
“What’s the difference between living here and being homeless?” Wen Han said casually. “Sleeping in KFC would be better than sleeping here. At least KFC has air conditioning.”
The system couldn't understand why Wen Han's personality was so extreme, so it could only wait until it returned to its space to consult a psychologist. It checked the price; it would need to save up for three years and one month's salary. Gritting its teeth, it decided it would have to take on more odd jobs for its host's sake.
*
Wen Han always felt crying sounds when she was asleep.
...If it were Wen Ruan crying, he would definitely tell him to go outside and cry.
Until he discovered that the crying was in his mind.
Wen Han arrived at a strange and bizarre place, filled with blue light buildings and many jelly-like people hurrying by.
Where is he? Is he dreaming?
He saw a small platform ahead, crowded with short, yellow jelly-like figures, all surrounding a tall, blue jelly-like figure. The crying sound was coming from the yellow jelly figures, and Wen Han felt there was a familiar voice in that crying.
The blue jelly was very aloof, or perhaps impatient. The little yellow jelly next to it didn't dare approach him either, and said aggrievedly, "Please check again, it shouldn't be this little. It was supposed to be fifty gold coins, how come it's not even half?"
The blue jelly said impatiently, "That's all."
"But..." A small yellow jelly icon opened a page, "This is clearly fifty gold coins. Can you appeal?"
Wen Han swore he had heard that jelly-like voice somewhere before.
"Why don't you file a complaint yourselves instead of bothering me?" Blue Jelly was incredibly arrogant. "No taxes are deducted, do you think Space would even care about your meager earnings? Blame yourselves for being incompetent. If you think it's too little, then don't take the job. You have to fight for this opportunity."
Wen Han frowned. Suddenly, the blue jelly cursed, "If you don't answer, there are plenty of smaller systems that will. Stop surrounding us, it's really annoying."
Wen Han: "?"
He called out, "System?"
The group of little yellow jellies all turned their heads away. Wen Han didn't know that in their eyes, she looked like a transparent jelly person.
“Ponel? Ponel?” Wen Han exclaimed.
A little yellow jelly bouncyly ran over, surprised, and asked, "Host, what are you doing here?"
The group of little yellow jellyfish chattered noisily, giving Wen Han a headache: "I heard you howling and then I realized I was here."
Wen Han walked up to the blue jelly and asked, "Why do you owe them money?"
"How dare you talk like that?" Blue Jelly scoffed. "A mere cannon fodder like you really thinks you're something special. You're only fit to be paired with an inferior system."
Wen Han grabbed its head; it looked fluid, but it turned out to be solid.
Blue Jelly was thrown off the stage and shoved to the ground by Wen Han. It yelled, "Ah! What do you want to do?"
Wen Han climbed onto its back and punched it in the face several times: "You dog, what are you so smug about? I'm just cannon fodder, what are you anyway?"
"You think you're right to squeeze money out of smaller systems? What gives you the right to treat them so badly?"
Blue Jelly begged for mercy after being beaten, and Wen Han finally punched it on both cheeks: "Pay back the money you owe my system."
Blue Jelly only made a few operations, and the system beeped: "Host, my gold coins have been credited to your account!"
"Hmm." Wen Han was about to suggest going back when she saw a group of yellow jellies staring at her.
...Suddenly I felt a little hungry. Wen Han thought for a moment, then pointed to the blue jelly: "And their money."
A cheer erupted.
*
When Wen Han woke up, her whole body ached, as if she had been in a fight in her dream.
"Host, you're awake," the system said sweetly.
"You coward," Wen Han cursed. "What's the use of crying? Your group of systems could drown it, all you do is cry."
He didn't inherit any of the true teachings.
"They wouldn't dare," the system said happily. "Everyone is very grateful to you."
Wen Han snorted.
"Everyone pooled their money to buy you a gift."
Wen Han asked in surprise, "A gift? What gift?"
He quickly finished his breakfast and ran downstairs, where a small electric scooter was parked. Wen Han touched the handlebars and looked at it again and again.
Even though it's secondhand, it still costs several hundred yuan. Wen Han asked, "How did you manage to scrape together that much money with your meager salaries?"
"Not much, just ten gold coins from each system will suffice," the system said cautiously. "Host, are you crying?"
"No!" Wen Han wiped away her tears. "Why did you suddenly think of buying this?"
I just want you to be happier.
Wen Han sniffed. This was the first time he had his own means of transportation, which was bought for him by a group of small systems pooling their money.
——
"Why are you so happy?" Jing Yu noticed that Wen Han was humming a song.
"It's a secret." Wen Han smiled. "By the way, Jing Yu, how's your investigation going with that matter?"
"Is that the child you met on the subway?"
Wen Han nodded.
“His mother was a former employee of the Gu family, and she suddenly resigned more than ten years ago,” Jing Yu whispered. “Gu Cong probably doesn’t know he has a child.”
Of course he didn't know; there was more than one child. Wen Han suppressed a laugh: "That's good. We can get along well with that child; he can help us deal with Gu Cheng."
Jing Yu said calmly, "Why would he help us?"
“He will,” Wen Han said with a smile. “He likes me.”
Wen Han's eyes were filled with a triumphant air of certainty. Jing Yu stared at him for a while before turning his head away. He said softly, "Yes, if I like you, I'll naturally want to help you."
"Host, are you trying to take advantage of their feelings?"
"No, what I hate most is taking advantage of other people's feelings," Wen Han said. "Feelings cannot be exploited."
"Then why did you say he likes you?" the system asked cautiously. "Host, although you are also a minor, he is still a middle school student."
"What?" Wen Han said, both amused and exasperated. "You don't think I meant 'like' or 'love'? How could that be? We only spent a short time together on the subway, how could I possibly fall in love?"
"I was referring to first impressions," Wen Han teased. "What's going on in your little head?"
The system stammered.
"Wow!" The class monitor rushed into the classroom, "The first and second place winners in the Olympiad are both from our class!"
Yang Lanjun asked incredulously, "What?"
The class monitor adjusted his glasses, a hint of crisis in his voice: "Yang Lanjun, congratulations on getting second place!"
Wen Han sighed, thinking to herself, "Yang Lanjun always came in first place. The class monitor is so tactless."
"So who's number one?"
"It's Wen Ruan!" The class monitor ran to Wen Ruan's desk and exclaimed excitedly, "Wen Ruan, why didn't you say you were this good before?"
Everyone was congratulating Wen Ruan, and Zhang Huihui said meaningfully, "Some people were so confident before, you'd think she had all the awards up her sleeve."
"Zhang Huihui, what are you saying that's all veiled criticism?" said a classmate who was on good terms with Yang Lanjun. "Lanjun never said she was first place this time. She already knew someone else was first."
Zhang Huihui rolled her eyes: "What, can she predict the future?"
"It was Wen Han who calculated it!" the other party retorted. "If you ask me, Wen Han is even more amazing; she can know the outcome of the competition in advance."
The class's attention immediately shifted to Wen Han.
A note from the author:
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——Yellow Jelly——
Wen Han: Youth has no price [Let me see], my son is delicious [milk tea].
I should have known better than to stop updating. Now I have to update for seven days straight before I can even post on the seedling platform! [crying emoji]
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