After a quick cleanup, everyone was assigned their respective tasks.
The boys were basically arranged to do physical labor, like moving tables or repairing the ceiling.
Xing Yuan was an exception.
The elderly woman, seeing he was somewhat older, assigned him to be the cafeteria server.
Upon hearing this news from Bo Jingmo, Yu Li couldn't help but laugh.
She and Huang Ya were assigned to clean the children's rooms.
As for Jiang Xi, her luck was as good as ever—she was assigned to watch over the children to prevent them from getting hurt while playing.
Perhaps good luck was contagious, or for some other reason, Limu was also assigned to help watch the children.
Yu Li stood on the second-floor corridor, where she happened to have a perfect view of the entire courtyard.
Huang Ya emerged from the storage room and saw Yu Li standing on the corridor, so she walked over. "Sister Li, what are you looking at?"
When she noticed the children drawing on the lawn, she hissed, "They're all drawing? What a wholesome activity. Sis, did you notice something?"
She rarely saw Yu Li stare at one spot for so long, so there must be something unusual. But from this distance, it was hard to make out what was on their drawing boards.
As she squinted to see better, a woman's laughter suddenly rang in her ears.
"Not really. I was just thinking how nice the scenery is here. Don't you agree?"
Hearing this, she instinctively focused on the view, took a deep breath, and sighed, "Well, yeah. The view is open, and it faces south, so there's plenty of sunlight."
Yu Li chuckled softly. "Yeah."
She murmured quietly, "It must be comfortable living here."
Before Huang Ya could figure out what Yu Li meant, the latter had already turned away and headed toward the room.
"Come on, let's see what's inside."
Huang Ya followed her, pondering. "Honestly, I think those drawings might be a clue. Too bad we can't go down to check."
Jiang Xi and Limu had it easy—they were right beside the kids and could just glance down to see.
At this thought, Huang Ya sighed.
Good luck really does play a part, huh.
Yu Li, however, raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at the somewhat dejected Huang Ya. "Do we really have to go down to see?"
Huang Ya was taken aback. "Then how else—"
Was there another way?
The woman didn’t answer. Instead, she leisurely walked to the table, her fair fingers brushing over its surface before slowly opening a drawer.
She pulled out a drawing sheet, pinching it between two fingers, then turned her head to smile at Huang Ya. "Isn’t this right here?"
The sheet was covered in childish scribbles, and inside the drawer was a thick stack of drawings.
Huang Ya’s eyes widened instantly, and she couldn’t hold back an exclamation.
"Holy crap, that’s amazing."
She took back her earlier thought.
No matter how good your luck is, it’s better to follow the right person.
As she helped Yu Li sort through the drawings, Huang Ya flipped through them while muttering, "Isn’t it bad to go through other people’s stuff ? What if someone comes in?"
Despite her words, she didn’t stop pulling out sheets.
Yu Li glanced at her. "You’re mistaken. We’re not rifling through things—we’re just reorganizing the drawings."
Only you could say that, sis.
The live chat couldn’t take it.
[Huang Ya, stop looking at her with such admiration! Don’t learn this nonsense-talking skill from her (not really).]
[Hahaha, if Huang Ya spends more time with Yu Li, she’s definitely gonna get corrupted. She used to be such a pure and cute girl.]
[Corrupted? More like upgraded! In a horror scenario, you NEED this kind of nonsense-talking ability! Limu was exactly back then!]
At the mention of Limu, the previously lively chat suddenly went silent.
It was eerie. Even though Limu was right there in this scenario, they seemed to have forgotten her existence—even searching for traces of her in others.
Like a white moonlight returning, yet they still clung to the substitute.
After a long pause, a single comment drifted through.
[I’m more and more convinced that this Limu is fake.]
As soon as this comment appeared, others quickly followed.
[I’ve been saying it—I bet Yu Li is Limu. Anyone wanna place bets? Who’s the real Limu?]
[Wait, are people seriously betting on that fake Limu?]
Yu Li had no idea the chat had started a betting pool about her. She and Huang Ya skimmed through the drawings.
Huang Ya had expected to see something eerie or grotesque, but to her surprise, they were all ordinary.
While looking, she suddenly made a strange noise. "Huh? These drawings… they’re all faces?"
Logically, the orphanage had a beautiful environment with plenty of plants—she’d even admired it from the second floor earlier.
Yet every child had drawn faces.
The people on the paper looked all kinds of ways, and their drawing styles gradually improved from crude to more refined.
Huang Ya thought she might be imagining it, so she flipped back through them again.
Realizing this, she immediately wanted to share it with Yu Li.
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Recalling the scenario’s introduction—that the children would gradually take on their appearances—she grew excited.
"Do you think this is the key? This is how they’re copying our faces!"
Yu Li raised an eyebrow slightly. "That’s a very good analysis."
Hearing such praise, Huang Ya’s face flushed slightly, and she coughed awkwardly.
For some reason, she felt like Yu Li had already known and was just waiting for her to say it.
As if… she was deliberately letting her have this clue.
Before she could think further, Yu Li lowered her gaze, set down the paper, and smiled faintly. "Then guess who’ll be drawn first?"
Hearing this, Huang Ya thought for a moment before her eyes widened. "Jiang Xi and Limu!"
They’d been with the kids the whole time—their faces must’ve been seen clearly already!
Huang Ya gasped and blurted out, "Should we go find some masks?"
Cover their faces, and problem solved!
At this, Yu Li raised an eyebrow slightly and couldn’t help but laugh.
"If you can find masks, that’d be the real miracle."
She walked slowly toward the door, adding in a light tone,
"Besides, it might not be a bad thing."
If it were truly bad, why would Jiang Xi have encountered it first?