Arknights Welcome to Terra Continent

"........How about it?"

"Hmm.......I've never had such a great dessert in Victoria."

"Hahahaha, that's good."

Not sure if it was an auditory hallucination or something else, but Oliver seemed to hear two strangers talking.

It seems to be coming from inside the room?!

He looked around and saw Jenny was the only one there besides his colleagues.

Oliver scratched his head. Could it be that he was hallucinating because he was too tired from working?

(I must have been too tired from slacking off and had hallucinations)

"Uncle Oliver, what are you looking at?"

Jenny asked curiously.

"Ah, nothing, I probably just heard it wrong, by the way............."

Before Oliver could finish his words, a ball suddenly flew in from the open window and almost knocked over the cup in Oliver's hand.

"Hey, those naughty kids, why are they here playing ball again?"

Oliver sighed, put down the cup in his hand, and reached out to pick up the rolling ball.

"Uncle Oliver, let me teach them a lesson."

Jenny stopped the ball that rolled to her feet first, and of course Oliver quickly agreed. After all, except Jenny, the people present were not very good at dealing with children.

Of course, Oliver would not admit that this was actually the reason why he looked a little fierce.

"Oh no, oh no, the ball flew into the house."

The children who were playing ball together just now were stunned.

"I'll pick it up."

A child spoke up and started walking towards the door of the Rhodes Island office.

"Craig, don't do that! If you hit those adults..."

His friend at the side reached out and pulled him back, hastily trying to dissuade him: "Last time, wasn't Sister Carol...?"

Before she could finish her words, Jenny turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"Oh no! Someone is coming out! Run, run!"

The group of children immediately scattered and fled. Jenny looked down and saw that the only one left was the boy named Craig.

"Hey kid, is this your ball?"

Jenny squatted down and looked up at the boy who lowered his head.

"........."

Craig didn't answer. He turned his head away, not daring to look Jenny in the eye.

"You can't make friends if you're too shy. Come on, stretch out your hand."

Jenny said with a smile, trying to make the expression on her face a little kinder.

"Will you...will you hit me?"

Craig finally spoke, but asked the question in a trembling voice.

Jenny was stunned for a moment, and could only smile helplessly, then handed the ball to him and comforted him in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you. Come on, take the ball back."

Even though Jenny's tone was so gentle, Craig still hesitated and didn't dare to extend his hand.

"Well, you seem to live nearby. I think I've seen you before. Does your mother sell apples in the alleys of District 17 every morning at dawn?"

Looking at Craig's face, Jenny suddenly remembered and continued, "Your apples taste great. Although they're not that crispy, they're still very sweet. They're perfect for making puree and spreading on bread."

After hearing Jenny talking about her mother, Craig's fear finally subsided. He carefully reached out and took the ball from Jenny.

Jenny immediately showed a happy smile and asked happily: "That's right, my name is Jenny, what's your name?"

"My name is........."

Before he could introduce himself, a man suddenly rushed over, grabbed his hand and ran away quickly.

The frightened look in his eyes when he turned back to confirm whether Jenny had caught up with him made Jenny feel a lot more depressed.

"Little Jenny, are you back?"

Oliver also noticed that Jenny was in a low mood.

"Well, it's a group of kids playing ball."

Oliver's eyes moved to the window glass, which had an obvious crack.

"These little guys are always running around in the streets early in the morning. Last time a piece of our window glass was broken, it must have been them who did it."

"Haha, I'm just a kid after all. When I was a kid, I also broke the potted plants of my neighbor's uncle. Later, I was severely punished by my father."

Jenny replied with a smile, and her mood improved a lot.

However, the Shredder, who was sitting by the window and witnessed everything, said something that seemed a little inappropriate.

"Your hand touched the boy."

Jenny looked at the shredder with a questioning look, as if asking if there was anything wrong with doing this.

"His father passed away half a year ago. The poor man had mineral sickness. Many people were afraid to touch him because of this."

Not only do they not dare to touch him, but they may get beaten even before the shredder finishes its words.

"what........."

Jenny couldn't help but put her hands behind her back.

"Workers, there is not much money. The iron byproduct processing factory has cooperated with Amway, but the preventive medicine is insufficient."

"You're hesitant, which is normal. However, one in five families in their community has had a mineral patient."

Shredder said calmly that he had experienced similar things and he was not complaining, he was just telling the story.

"They take care of each other. If it weren't for those soldiers..."

"That's enough, Shredder!"

Oliver interrupted him. How could he say this at this time? He had already seen Jenny's lips pursed slightly.

"I...it's okay. You are just stating the facts. I have also heard that my colleagues have some misunderstandings about the patients of the mine. No, not only the patients, but all the residents here."

Jenny explained hurriedly.

"I don't think so. We are all Victorians, right? They don't have an easy life. I understand. I just hope they can be happier..."

The Shredder remained silent. He was always not good at talking, so he chose not to speak anymore.

Seeing the atmosphere suddenly become tense, Will on the side hurriedly came over with something.

"Why are you all so sad? Miss Jenny, and Mr. Shredder, I brought the poker over. Didn't you say we could play poker while drinking tea?"

"Well, Will is right, we shouldn't waste this nice weather. Come sit down, everyone. I'll pour you some more tea. There's still more than half a pot left."

Then...all the operators working at the Rhode Island Office in Kochi County put down their work and started playing poker leisurely.

Is this appropriate?