The bad value system is measuring values.

Chapter 177 Daily life

It was a bright and sunny morning. It was the weekend, and Zhong Huanli woke up early. Her father was away on a business trip, and Aunt Shen was visiting her family. It was just the two of them at home.

Chung Huan-li: "It's time to cook for her; she needs to take good care of her health."

Before I even got out of bed, I heard a knock on the door.

"Zhong Huanli, are you awake?" she asked softly.

Zhong Huanli: "You're awake. What's wrong?"

The door was slowly pushed open by Qiao Xiao, her eyes sparkling with excitement and joy, as if she had discovered some incredible treasure.

She was carrying a thick book. Qiao Xiao loved Chinese literature and reading.

She naturally sat down next to Zhong Huanli, eagerly flipped open the book, pointed to a line of text, and said, "Look at this!"

Zhong Huanli looked in the direction she was pointing. Since he had just woken up, his vision was still a little blurry, so he lazily said, "What is it? Read it to me."

Qiao Xiao smiled slightly, cleared her throat, and began to read aloud earnestly: "Radiant as a cluster of jade ornaments, dazzling as a pearl-filled oyster."

"What? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

Qiao Xiao: "No, it's your fault for not listening carefully. Once an opportunity is missed, it's missed." After saying that, she turned and left like a proud peacock, taking big strides that seemed to carry a hint of anger with each step, and then gently closed the door with a very imposing air.

Not long after she left, Zhong Huanli felt a burning sensation on the tips of his ears, which quickly spread and made his face turn slightly red.

He couldn't help but reach up and touch his ear, muttering, "How strange, all this time, he's just saying my name to me."

After washing up, Zhong Huanli went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As he was frying eggs, he heard soft footsteps behind him. He knew it was Qiao Xiao without turning around.

"Was I a bit too much just now? I left before I could even explain myself." Qiao Xiao's voice carried a hint of annoyance.

Zhong Huanli's lips curled up slightly. "No."

"Never mind. Look, these are the sentences I found again." Qiao Xiao handed over another book.

Zhong Huanli put down the spatula, took the book, and saw that it read: "The beauty of glass can be compared to the light of dawn."

“I specifically looked for this line.” Qiao Xiao tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling.

Zhong Huanli felt as if a feather had brushed against her heart, and a strange emotion spread through her. "Thank you."

Just then, the eggs in the pan started to burn a little, and a burnt smell wafted out. Qiao Xiao said apologetically, "It's all my fault, I distracted you."

Zhong Huanli smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, we can just redo it."

The two smiled at each other, and the morning sunlight shone on them, making the world seem warm and beautiful.

Night fell, all was quiet, and moonlight shone like water through the window. Zhong Huanli lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, repeatedly reciting the poem: "Radiant as a cluster of jade ornaments, dazzling as a pearl held in a clam."

The poem seemed to possess some kind of magic, drawing him in completely. He closed his eyes tightly, his brow furrowed, as if he were enduring immense inner turmoil.

He vividly remembered Qiao Xiao's previous experience, and only afterward did he realize that Qiao Xiao's influence on him had far exceeded the scope that should exist between ordinary siblings.

Seeing her in such pain, his heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles, the pain almost suffocating him. This feeling confused him; was this the normal affection that should exist between siblings?

As a commander, Zhong Huanli has always been an excellent manager and coordinator. He possesses all the skills and wisdom, and the powerful system provides him with support and assistance.

Having been in a dominant system for so long, he had become accustomed to working and living within it. Now, having been away from the system for so long, he sometimes even forgets that he doesn't belong to this world.

“I don’t belong here…” Zhong Huanli murmured softly, as if trying to force herself to accept this cruel reality by repeating the sentence over and over again.

However, no matter how hard I try, that lack of belonging always lingers in my heart, impossible to shake off.

He didn't belong here, yet his heart was entangled by countless threads, madly bound to Qiao Xiao. It was as if an invisible attraction was drawing his gaze to her, bit by bit, irresistibly.

He watched helplessly as he uncontrollably plunged into this swamp, acutely aware that he was slowly sinking and powerless to escape the web woven from his emotions.

The next day, Zhong Huanli got up early to make breakfast, deliberately avoiding the topic of the poems Qiao Xiao had shown him the day before. But Qiao Xiao acted as if nothing had happened, still happily hovering around him, occasionally stealing glances at him.

During the meal, Qiao Xiao suddenly said, "Brother, let's go for a walk." Zhong Huanli agreed without hesitation.

They strolled along the park paths, enjoying the beautiful scenery, but Zhong Huanli's mind was in turmoil.

"Zhong Huanli, the high school entrance exam is coming up soon, and we... may have to part ways." Qiao Xiao lowered her head and gently fiddled with the hem of her clothes.

Zhong Huanli's heart tightened, as if an alarm bell had suddenly rung: "What do you mean? Why do you say that?" He stared straight at Qiao Xiao.

Qiao Xiao looked up and met Zhong Huanli's gaze, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "With my level, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get into the best high school. But with your grades, you'll definitely have no problem."

Zhong Huanli's gaze briefly met Qiao Xiao's before shifting away, making it difficult to discern his true emotions. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Yes, you can do it." His words were somewhat stiff, as if he were trying to convince himself.

Qiao Xiao was slightly taken aback, then a smile bloomed on her face, as bright as the warm spring sun: "I really hope it will be like that, because... I really want to be with you forever."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Huanli felt a strange sensation welling up inside him. He inexplicably lowered his head, unable to look directly into Qiao Xiao's expectant eyes. Reason kept telling him not to easily misunderstand the meaning behind Qiao Xiao's words, but deep down, an uncontrollable joy quietly spread through his heart—it turned out that she also wanted to be with him forever.

Seeing that Zhong Huanli did not respond for a long time, Qiao Xiao's eyes gradually became somewhat dangerous. She raised her head again, stared intently at Zhong Huanli, and asked in a soft, almost inaudible voice, "Don't... you don't want to?" Although the volume was very low, it contained a hint of threat.

Zhong Huanli always doted on Qiao Xiao, satisfying her every whim and agreeing to her every request. Qiao Xiao herself was unaware that her sense of entitlement had evolved into an intense and extraordinary desire to control Zhong Huanli, because he would grant her every wish.

Hearing a hint of displeasure in Qiao Xiao's tone, Zhong Huanli immediately turned to her and said, "I'm willing!"

His reaction was like that of a boy being confessed to by a girl he secretly admired, which was quite amusing. His concern for Qiao Xiao had truly permeated every single moment.