Chapter 239: [My Mother] Be a Good Child
Shen Qingchen happened to walk over just then and waved at her.
After the two added each other as friends, Shen Qingchen sent over the player’s QR code.
Once Bai Cha submitted her request, Shen Qingchen said, “Alright, I’ll let him know on his end. Rest assured, the kid is pretty decent. Things like this don’t happen often, so the two of you can share your experiences—though you two are quite different.”
She flashed her a meaningful look.
“Alright, I need to enter my instance as well. Head off to work.”
Bai Cha paused briefly, then nodded.
She had originally wanted to mention the issue with her job.
I’ll wait and see how these two instances turn out first.
If problems kept cropping up during daytime hours like this, she would definitely need Shen Qingchen to stamp her internship report so she could resign and leave.
Bai Cha felt a trace of anxiety in her heart.
As her level in the game grew stronger, her sense of losing control over her life was growing stronger alongside it.
With a soft sigh, she temporarily departed the game.
Everyone had worked overtime late into the night yesterday, so nobody was in great shape this morning. Fortunately, the bulk of the work had been finished yesterday anyway.
Even so, she remained swamped for the entire day.
Upon returning to her rented apartment, Bai Cha lacked the energy to move a single muscle, entirely past the point of doing anything.
Yet she had no choice but to log into the game and visit her real estate property.
Liu Yuchen had already accepted her friend request and informed her that he would be free every evening at eight o’clock for the next two weeks, so she could schedule a time whenever she was free.
Bai Cha replied with a “Sounds good, I’ll reach out when I have time.”
Truth be told, she held zero free time for the moment.
Work remained a hectic whirl.
Fortunately, this instance involving Mother Han was entered at night.
[Welcome to the B8-tier Horror Instance “My Mother”.]
[Number of participants in this instance: 10.]
[The clearance mode for this instance is: Objective Mode.]
[Objective: Become the best child in Mother’s heart!]
[Whoever is the best child in Mother’s heart will receive the most praise and love from Mother. Mother will grant special rewards~]
[Secretive APP wishes you a pleasant life~]
As the game’s voice faded, the surrounding scene materialized once more around Bai Cha.
She was inside a school.
The classmates around her all appeared quite young.
Roughly eight or nine years old, perhaps; looking down at the textbooks before her, she was in the second grade.
A test paper rested before her at this moment, fully completed, with the name section reading Han Yingying as expected.
This was a Chinese Language exam paper, where the final question was a composition prompt requiring no less than fifty words, starting with My Mother.
Wobbly, crooked handwriting filled the answer section.
My mother is a very formidable person. When Dad abandoned us, she killed Dad, and she killed Grandma and that bad auntie too. She raised me all by herself. She loves me very much, but I hurt so much too, only I don’t dare to say it.
This test paper had already been graded, marked with a large red X, accompanied by the teacher’s comment: Your mother did no such thing!!
While Bai Cha was still processing the sheer volume of information embedded in this essay, the teacher called out her name.
“Han Yingying! Step over here!”
Bai Cha stood up, trailed behind the teacher, and entered the office.
“Ying-ying, ah, about your test paper—the teacher saw what you wrote on it.”
The female teacher looked at her with a trace of helplessness, letting out a soft sigh.
“I was startled when I saw it, so I checked in with your homeroom teacher regarding your mother and father. That was a divorce; you might not fully understand what that means yet, but it doesn’t matter. Your mother indeed loves you very much, and I believe having a mother is more than enough.”
“At any rate, your mother didn’t kill your father, nor did she kill your grandmother, let alone some bad auntie. She simply moved out to live alone with you, do you understand?”
Bai Cha nodded obediently.
This left the female teacher feeling all the more helpless.
“Forget it. I’ve already contacted your mother anyway, and she should be arriving soon. Just wait in the office for a little while.”
Bai Cha thereupon sat on a stool to the side to wait.
[Aba aba, does the streamer not need rest at all? Why is she entering instances continuously?]
[This instance actually has different window streams!]
[Yeah, it’s directly split into ten windows. This mode is pretty rare, right?]
[Oh oh, usually this kind of setup means the NPC is split into several fragments, with players conquering them simultaneously, just not in the same spatial dimension.]
Bai Cha caught sight of the bullet chat.
According to what the bullet chat mentioned, this was likely similar to the mode from that Father Gu instance previously.
Mother Han had been directly split into ten portions.
Mm…
Which was to say, Mother Han’s strength ought to be exceedingly formidable right now.
Previously, the tier for the “Passing with Flying Colors” instance had been B5, whereas this instance stood at B8. The earlier instance’s NPC hadn’t revolved around a single entity, whereas this time there was only Mother Han.
A quiet alert arose deep within Bai Cha’s heart. Viewed from this perspective, she likely wouldn’t be able to draw out Han Yingying’s soul flower directly.
Mother Han… was likely still incapable of accepting the reality of her daughter’s death.
A bit tricky to handle.
While she was deep in thought, Mother Han arrived in person.
Mother Han looked no different from her appearance in that previous instance, yet she appeared vastly younger.
The moment she walked over, she examined Bai Cha with a touch of nervousness first.
“Baby, how was today? Are you doing well at school? No one bullied you, right?”
Bai Cha shook her head, saying, “I’m doing great, Mom.”
Mother Han nodded, turning her gaze onto the teacher.
“Teacher, you were looking for me?”
The female teacher nodded, saying, “Ying-ying, step outside for a moment. Teacher needs to speak with your mother about something.”
“It’s fine, Teacher, let’s the two of us step outside instead. Let Ying-ying remain seated—she’s still young, so let’s not tire her out.”
The female teacher choked briefly. Although she had heard from the homeroom teacher earlier that Han Yingying’s mother doted on her daughter immensely, seeing it in person today truly drove the point home.
“That works too.”
She stood up with a touch of helplessness.
“Mother Han, it’s like this: our Chinese exam paper this time featured a question designed to practice the children’s essay-writing abilities, starting with My Mother. But what this child wrote… she said you killed her father, her grandmother, and a bad auntie…”
Mother Han knitted her brows slightly.
“She wrote that?”
“Yes. Of course, I’m mentioning this to you by no means to blame the child. I was wondering if your divorce had some psychological impact on her, causing her to feel this way.”
Mother Han nodded subtly.
“I understand. It was an oversight on my part. Thank you for the reminder, Teacher; I will take good care of our Ying-ying.”
The female teacher paused briefly, ultimately refraining from voicing her thoughts that it was fine to let go appropriately and allow Ying-ying to play more with peers her age.
Because Mother Han’s expression was far too stern and grave.
In the end, she could only offer a tactful reminder: “There’s no need to be overly anxious either. From what I see, Ying-ying usually does quite well and plays happily with the other kids. As for family matters, taking things slowly will do, as long as we keep the right intentions.”
Mother Han nodded, offering another word of thanks.
The female teacher refrained from speaking further.
Returning to the office, Mother Han asked, “Then Teacher, may I take our Ying-ying home first?”
“Uh… there are still classes today, but if you feel you’d rather skip the morning classes, that’s fine too. Take the child out for a bit of fun.”
Mother Han nodded with a smile, taking Bai Cha’s hand in hers.
That hand felt icy cold and rigid.
