[Congrats to the host for completing the task. Task level: B. Completion score: A. Rewarded 2000 points.]
[After the task was completed, the host stayed in the world for 62 years. Deducting 1240 points. Remaining points: 860.]
These 860 points were added to the initial 100 points.
Lin Yuan blankly stared into the system space. He didn't say anything, and only looked at his fingertips. He could still feel the damp and warm touch of Huo Chen's tears.
After he turned 80, his body started to deteriorate every day. He could faintly sense death was approaching.
When it was about time, 521 accurately announced the time he would die. Lin Yuan hurridly pulled Huo Chen and said he wanted to go out for a stroll. Huo Chen looked at him silently, and his eyes were like a dark pool of water, hiding an abyss.
"Ok."
Huo Chen agreed and called the nurses. Then he helped Lin Yuan sit in the wheelchair.
They lived in the villa for all of their life. The villa witnessed them together for countless days and nights, and would also eventually witness their death.
The roses in the garden bloomed magnificently. Their color was as vibrant as fresh blood. And the fragrance of roses permeated the air.
Lin Yuan wanted to find another beautiful rose for Huo Chen. But when 521 pointed out the most beautiful one, Lin Yuan could only look at it and not grab it, he was too old.
Lin Yuan was only regretful for a short second, and then he shakingly picked a very pretty rose close to him and handed it to Huo Chen.
"Giving it to you."
Lin Yuan was smiling and happy as usual. The shadow of death hung around his body, but he was still sunny and warm.
Huo Chen dreaded taking the rose, but he had no choice but to take it. He bent his stiff body and squatted in front of Lin Yuan, but his vision was already blurred.
Lin Yuan smiled and asked: "Do you like it?"
Huo Chen nodded and his eyes burned: "Like."
Lin Yuan was very happy. He looked at the brilliant sea of roses and then looked at the old man in front of him. His eyes softened: "Huo Chen, I want to hug you."
Huo Chen's breathing staggered and he hugged Lin Yuan in his arms. His voice was very soft: "You... You still owe me many years…"
Lin Yuan smelled the fragrance of Huo Chen's body, and it smelled of roses. He said a little faintly: "Sorry, I didn't work hard enough. Actually, I wanted to live to be 90 years old, or 100 years old..."
The voice trailed off with the sound of dripping water. Lin Yuan struggled to lift his head and saw Huo Chen's face covered in tears.
90 years or 100 years was too far away for him and Huo Chen.
Lin Yuan used the last of his strength to reach out his hand. He wanted to wipe away the tears on Huo Chen's face, but he really couldn't do it.
The moment he touched the other's tears, Lin Yuan closed his eyes and his consciousness fell into darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the system space. He had completely left the world.
521 was finally able to continue with the tasks and wanted to happily spin around in circles. But seeing Lin Yuan's appearance, he was a little worried and leaned over: "Senior, are you all right?"
Lin Yuan silently put his hand over his heart and shook his head: "I'm fine."
521 recalled some of the bureau's regulations and proposed: "Senior, according to the bureau, in order to prevent hosts from letting previous worlds affect the next world's mission, you can lock away your memories. Senior, do you want to do that?"
When Lin Yuan heard this, his heart tightened. He clenched his fingers to try and preserve his last connection with Huo Chen.
Seeing that Lin Yuan didn't respond, 521 was more worried and called out: "Senior?"
Lin Yuan shook his head and put a smile on his face. The small dimples on his cheeks deepended. "Don't lock it. I'm not a real human and won't let memories or feelings affect my tasks. Moreover, Time will eventually forget him, and only I can remember him. How can I forget him?"
How could he bear to forget?
521 thought it made sense. Even though the senior found a husband, work still needed to be done. It said in excitement: "Senior, then shall we go to the next world? You already wasted 62 years for your husband. Now I want to be number one!"
Lin Yuan touched 521's furry body and nodded with a smile: "Okay."
[Connecting to the mission world.]
[Connection successfully. Entering the world...]
[521 System Prompting…]
[The world is loading…]
[Loading successful….]
[Memory transmission is starting….]
Lin Yuan's vision darkened in front of him. When he opened his eyes again, there was the sound of chatter next to his ear.
"Is Brother Fu going to fight those gangsters from the vocational high school again?"
"This isn't his fault. I heard that those wild people from the vocational high school said that the girls in our school were promiscuous and they would sleep with people for 500 yuan a night. So Brother Fu took people to beat them up."
"Then will Brother Fu be alright? I heard that in the end even the police came. All of those 40 people entered the police station."
"I don't know. The head teacher went over, so it should be fine. Besides, Brother Fu is number one in the school. Even the top student in Class One isn't as powerful as him. The head teacher will definitely protect him."
Brother Fu? Was the person that they were talking about the mission target, Fu Cheng?
Lin Yuan scratched his head. Looking at this world's plot, his task was really difficult ah.
The first and second years of Ning City's No.1 High School ended school at 6:30 and could voluntarily participate in evening self-study until 8:30. The third years had to self-study until 9:50. Lin Yuan's identity was a student in his second year, in Class 3.
Lin Yuan sat in class until 8:30 and dwaddeled until he was the last person to leave, but he still didn't see his mission target.
He thought about it, and decided to try again tomorrow.
The original Lin Yuan was the second young master of a wealthy family. He had an excellent older brother who was about to graduate from college and was the family's carefully cultivated heir.
Lin Yuan belonged to the type of pampered rich and idle second generation. He just had to eat and wait for death. His family's only requirement was for him to not make trouble. As for education, it didn't matter.
But Lin Yuan wasn't like the original owner. Now that he was a student, he had to study hard and be a good student. The next morning, he wore his school uniform, put on his backpack, and obediently went to school.
Morning self-study started at 7 o'clock. When Lin Yuan arrived at school, students from other classes were also arriving one after another. As for Class 3, Lin Yuan pushed open the door and went in. Sure enough, he was the only student here.
Sitting in his seat, Lin Yuan tilted his head and asked at a loss: "How do I study?"
521 looked at him blankly: "...Senior, are you asking me? 521 had never gone to school and doesn't know."
Lin Yuan had also never gone to school. He didn't know what to do during self-study. He thought about it and opened his Chinese textbook and said: "I'll memorize the textbook first."
A system had a powerful memory capacity, but a human body was naturally not as good.
But Lin Yuan still had a good memory. When he was focused, he had incomparable concentration and he quickly memorized one-third of the book.
During his memorization, the other students of Class 3 trickled in. The students were still talking about Fu Cheng's fight.
In No. 1 High School, Class 1 and 2 were the best, and Classes 4, 5, and 6 got worse as their class numbers increased. But Class 3 of the second years was a legend. This class was the place where the wealthy households gathered. Each person was basically a young master, but there were expectations, such as the monitor of Class 3, Fu Cheng.
He wasn't a young master. When he took the entrance exam for No 1. High School, he placed first in the city. At the beginning, he was in Class 1 and was also the monitor for Class 1, but after the first semester of high school, Fu Cheng was no longer a model student. He started skipping class, sleeping, fighting, and didn't even take exams.
Naturally, he couldn't stay in Class 1. The class teachers of other classes felt that he had degenerated and didn't want to accept him. Finally, he was stuffed into Class 3 with this group of rich second generation kids.
After a while like this, Fu Chen suddenly got first place in the grade at the end of the first semester of his second year. But he continued to skip class and fight.
The head teacher, the grade director, teaching director, and even the principal tried talking to him, but it was all useless.
Fu Cheng still couldn't be transferred back into Class 1, but according to Fu Cheng's results, if he studied hard, he had the potential to take first place in the city for the college entrance exams.
No one knew the reasons for Fu Cheng's actions, but Lin Yuan understood everything from the world's plot.
Fu Cheng's parents divorced when he was in second grade in elementary school. The reason for divorce was that Fu Cheng's father, a university professor, cheated with a female student. At the same time, Fu Cheng's mother, a doctor, was having an affair with a younger doctor in the hospital. The two divorced very quickly.
In fact, his parents had long lost their feelings for each other. For the sake of their child, the two tried to be affectionate for a few of years, but they both couldn't resist the arrival of a new love.
After the divorce, neither his father nor his mother wanted him. He was the stain left by their failed love and failed marriage, and was no different from garbage.
He was kicked between the two new happy families like a ball. In their new lives, his existence was an eyesore.
Before, Fu Cheng was not as excellent and well-behaved as he appeared, and now, he was not like how the teacher's speculated, impacted by something serious. Every move was calculated by him.
His actions were all what he wanted other people to see, all for his ultimate goal.
The door of the classroom was pushed open, and a tall and thin teenager walked in.
He had clean black hair, and his bangs casually brushed over his forehead. His eyebrows were elegant, and his lips were thin and red, and the corners of his mouth were scraped and leaking a little blood.
The teenager's eyes swept over carelessly, and there was no temperature in his eyes, only pure darkness and cold malice.
[Di! High-risk warning! Host, please pay attention! The villain's blackening value is 99.99%, and is classified as very high-risk. Please work hard to eliminate the villain's blackening value and solve the crisis!]
Lin Yuan: "..."
521: "..."
99.99%? His husband's highest blackening value was not as high as this! Fu Cheng was definitely a bad kid, dark to the bone.