Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Each hair has an individual number...
In the quiet psychological counseling room, Mo Liang sat in front of the office chair. His eyes behind the lenses seemed to be in a daze. Only when he looked closely could he see a flash of faint blue that flashed by quickly.
Pictures of different dishes kept scrolling in his retina, including the complete production process, detailed nutritional distribution, and information such as whether Li Zhuo had eaten them before, and if so, how much he liked them.
At the front of the list is the food that needs to be purchased that night, and the status shows that it is in transit.
The identity fabricated by the system for him in this small world belonged to a mysterious wealthy man named Mo Liang, who was the person in power behind a top wealthy family.
On weekdays, Mo Liang left all matters concerning this identity to the system. He was not interested in it and naturally did not care much about the affairs there.
Anyway, with this identity, he has no shortage of currency in this world. As long as he is willing to pay a little more, he can get the seasonal ingredients he wants during the required time period, and then he will process them himself strictly according to the recipes provided by the system.
As each process is timed in advance by the system, there will never be an accident where Li Zhuo has finished class but the food is not ready yet.
“Recipes for the next month…”
He checked the combinations again and found that there were almost no problems. He turned off the plan, closed his eyes and began to rest.
Although he is a psychology teacher at Experimental Middle School, Mo Liang does not need to go to work. This so-called psychological counseling room is opened entirely for Li Zhuo.
As long as he comes, the door will be open and the lights will be on. If he doesn't come, the door of the consultation room will be closed tightly like the curtains.
Before this happened, there were always other students knocking on the door, perhaps out of pure curiosity, or perhaps because they really had some troubles and wanted to consult the psychologist.
Mo Liang didn't know and wasn't interested.
He does have an almost fanatical desire to protect his children, excessive attention, and a strong desire to explore, but does this have anything to do with other primitive humans?
Except when necessary, Mo Liang rarely communicated with other humans in any form, let alone actively contacting them.
He studied human language so seriously and controlled the volume of each word so precisely, not because he was interested in primitive civilization, but simply because he wanted to talk to his children.
Fortunately, since he warned the school administrators, there have been fewer students knocking on the door for unknown reasons, which allows him to take a short break occasionally.
He thought again of his children.
Although colleagues from the same laboratory unanimously believed that Mo Liang fabricated a child that did not exist because of mental disorder.
After all, anyone who knew Mo Liang knew that he had experienced an energy depletion years earlier, which had rendered him infertile. How could he possibly have had children? Even if he did, why was he the only one who remembered it?
Oh, and to add, the residents there have only one gender, and self-reproduction is not difficult for them, just like breathing.
In this case, Mo Liang, who was found to be infertile, was indeed a freak.
In short, Mo Liang didn't believe that he had any mental problems. Even if he had no memory of anything, he firmly believed that his child absolutely, absolutely existed...
On the day he met Li Zhuo, when he didn't even know Mo Liang, the latter had already noticed him.
——He was a gloomy boy with pale skin, medium height and thin build. The school uniform that fit others was empty on him.
Of course, the most special thing is his eyes.
Mo Liang was not very well versed in primitive human culture at the time, and he really couldn't describe what it felt like. It was a long time later that he finally knew how to describe it.
——Those were a pair of gray eyes, like the lingering morning mist in winter, revealing an indissoluble, rich confusion and gloom.
Such familiar eyes. After realizing this, Mo Liang's originally chaotic memory suddenly became clear.
He seemed to remember something!
When he first met his child, his eyes looked like the state of having his energy exhausted, silently telling of the obscure and long-lasting pain.
When the system was still locked in the small dark room and Mo Liang had no idea what the mission was, he suddenly had a strong idea.
He wanted to wipe away the layer of dust that was bothering his eyes, and make them bright again...
He wants to do this.
He has to do the same.
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"Why are you here so early again..."
It was another foggy morning. The alarm bell rang on the radio in the student dormitory. The noises from the dormitories on several floors mixed together, with the sounds of footsteps and talking, creating a chaotic scene.
Li Zhuo had just walked out of the men's dormitory door and looked up to see a familiar person in a familiar place.
He had wondered more than once what time Teacher Mo got up so that she would always be waiting downstairs with a prepared breakfast before he showed up.
"Not very early, I just arrived."
Still with a gentle smile and soft tone, still carrying two thermoses in their hands, the two of them still walked along the familiar path to the small square behind the dormitory.
——Originally, this was a place for students to play table tennis. Later, after the school built a larger venue on the other side, fewer people came here. However, the original stone tables and stone benches are still preserved.
Li Zhuo and Teacher Mo sat on each side, and today's rich and exquisite breakfast was placed on the clean stone table.
There was a bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge, a portion of boiled shrimps, a plate of cut fruit, and a bottle of fresh milk...
"What are you looking at me for?"
Li Zhuo noticed that while he was eating breakfast, Mo Liang stared at him intently, so intently that it seemed as if he was analyzing the subtle facial expressions with a magnifying glass.
"Nothing, I just wanted to ask you how it tastes?" Teacher Mo asked with concern, "Is the porridge not to your taste?"
"It's okay, quite sweet."
[It seems he didn't figure it out.]
In the pumpkin millet porridge, Mo Liang put a small amount of nutrients that were good for Li Zhuo's hair.
—There’s a category in Mo Liang’s feeding log that automatically updates daily with trivial details about Li Zhuo, including his eyelash growth rate, daily bone density scans, and even individual numbers for each hair…
Maybe it’s because of the water quality and shampoo at school. The last time he washed his hair, he lost 23 more hairs than usual!!
This is a big deal.
As a qualified parent, how can you ignore such a problem?
Mo Liang thought about it for a long time and finally came up with this idea, which was to add some nutritious substances that are good for hair into the food.
Although he had confirmed through several experiments that the taste difference between the nutritional polymer substance and pumpkin was only 0.03%, Li Zhuo was still a little nervous before eating it.
His child has finished his pumpkin porridge and started eating shrimp. He seems to really like shrimp. Well, this is something to remember...
Just watching him eat, Mo Liang felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart. He wished it could continue like this forever.
Li Zhuo didn't know what Mo Liang was thinking. The time for breakfast was very limited. When he was only 80% full, there was almost not enough time.
"Teacher Mo, I'm leaving now."
"good."
Li Zhuo picked up the water cup that Teacher Mo prepared for him and walked quickly towards the teaching building.
He walked very fast and did not look back, but he had an inexplicable intuition that the man behind him must have maintained the same posture and had a gentle smile on his face.
In fact, this is true.
[How about rewriting the molecular structure of the drinking water in your glass into an icosahedron? This will make it easier for cells to absorb...]
My child is still growing, so he needs to absorb more nutrients.
He said to himself.
[The basketball area on the playground is a dangerous spot. He almost got hit last time, but luckily I changed his trajectory in time... Let's show more surveillance footage here!]
At this moment, the system that should have been guiding the host was silent as if it did not exist.
【……】
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The days passed one by one, and before we knew it, a month had passed quietly, and soon it was time for the Experimental Middle School to have a month-long vacation at the end of the month.
A week before the holiday, the students in Class 10 were in high spirits. Sometimes during class, you could hear people talking about how they were going to play and eat after the holiday, complaining about how inconvenient dormitory life was, how inhumane the school was, how much they missed their families, etc.
It was even more lively at night. Students who had secretly hidden their cell phones in the dormitory gathered together and chattered about things that Li Zhuo could hardly understand.
Some are talking about the news of someone dying in a certain place, some are talking about a new activity copy in a certain game and how to get through it, and from time to time you can hear talk about the middle lane and the top lane.
Li Zhuo didn't participate in those discussions, and he wasn't addicted to his phone. He obediently handed in his phone every month and didn't keep a second one as a backup. He simply couldn't participate.
Most of the time he just lay quietly in his bed, silently brewing sleep as if he didn't exist at all.
Before meeting Mo Liang, he would sometimes think about the questions he hadn't finished during the day, sometimes he would count, sometimes he would think about the Li family and what they would be doing, and sometimes he would simply think about nothing and completely empty his mind.
After meeting Mo Liang, he seemed to have stopped thinking about random things. What he thought about most was what he might eat the next day, and...
etc…
The day he met Mo Liang seemed to be...
Li Zhuo's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened.
The month was almost over, and when he was recalling his first encounter with Teacher Mo, he suddenly realized that it was April 1st, April Fool's Day.
What a subtle day.
The thoughts in my mind are like a string of tightly arranged dominoes, starting with "April Fool's Day" being pushed over, and like a chain reaction, I think of the memories of April Fool's Day two days before.
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