When Ning Degui came in, his eyes swept around the table, and the breakfast he usually served was gone, and there was only an empty table.

"Where's breakfast?" He turned to Ning Yangyang, his swarthy face was extremely oppressive.

Ning Yangyang held the straw and looked at him, the echo of the system was still echoing in her ears, and she stiffly pointed to the pot on the stove.

"Here."

"Ning Yangyang, you are getting lazy day by day, you don't know how to serve porridge on the table, if you are so lazy, let's see how your mother cleans you up." Ning Degui opened the lid of the pot, he didn't feel the heat in the past, he looked down suspiciously, and saw that the rice inside returned to rice, and the water returned to water.

Ning Degui stood there obviously for a long time, Ning Yangyang nervously stalked her neck, she could feel that her body had goosebumps reflexively.

She held on to her composure and watched Ning Degui's face completely darken.

"You just burned this?" He strode over in two big strides, and almost died of anger when he saw the black furnace door, "Have you eaten all the straw?!" ”

Ning Yangyang frowned when he heard this, "I took it to the fire, and I am to blame if the fire can't be burned?" ”

Ning Degui was furious when he heard this, and kicked Ning Yangyang to the ground, "You loser!" Ning Yangyang stood up with her sore buttocks, she was particularly unconvinced, "If the wood can't burn, blame me, if I am Ning Yangyang, I will be angry with you sooner or later." ”

"What do you say? Ning Yangyang, are you having a bad head! A big-eared scraper fanned over, and Ning Yangyang was fanned and hit the table, and the table legs made a piercing friction sound on the ground, and the whole table was slammed by this slap.

"Congratulations on adding 25 bad luck points." The electronic voice sounded pleasantly, "At the same time, please pay attention to your body, your body is close to the limit of your body, please protect carefully to avoid death halfway and play the BE ending." ”

Ning Yangyang gasped in pain, she listened to the words of the system buzzing in her ears, and reason told herself that if she was so angry, the unlucky point would definitely rise, but this too thin body, Ning Yangyang frowned in pain, leaned on the table leg and slowly slipped to the ground, this body was almost unbearable.

If she wants to survive and successfully play the HE ending, she can't mess around like this.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong." Despite the fire in his heart, Ning Yangyang closed his eyes and rolled his eyes countless times, but he still begged for mercy.

"The school teacher who lost money still praised you for your good grades, I don't think your grades are good at all, you can't even make a fire, don't burn this meal, starve to death."

As soon as Ning Yangyang heard it, it was over, and the system said that he had to cook the rice independently to get bad luck points.

"I'm going to burn!" She immediately got up to go to the fire, "You burn a fart!" Father Ning scolded loudly, "Go to the firewood room and bring the straw!" As he spoke, he kicked Ning Yangyang again.

"The mission failed, you only got 86 unlucky points that you accidentally obtained during the mission, please check."

The system's indifferent electronic sound sounded, Ning Yangyang made 86 unlucky points with tears, limped out to hug the straw, she remembered that the last place Ning Father pointed to was next to the kitchen, the small firewood room with only a small glass window, she didn't even take a serious look when she went out to explore the road last night.

She put down the bolt of the firewood room, pushed open the old wooden door that creaked, and saw the scene in the room clearly, Ning Yangyang turned her back, physiological tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, and her face flowed silently.

It was a small space, neatly stacked of wood, piled up with straw, and in the corner, there was a very old iron bed, the blue paint on which was peeling off and could not be seen, but it was neatly covered with patched sheets, and a quilt that had been washed and faded from its original local color, and on the side was an old book, which was full of dense handwriting, and a bald pencil head on it.

Ning Yangyang wiped a handful of tears, she stood at the bright door, looking at this dark room, this should be the place where Ning Yangyang originally lived, cramped and depressed, but it was the last decency that the girl carefully maintained.