Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

As a child, Xiao Lele naturally didn't know how to deal with this matter.

He was also afraid of those ghosts, afraid that they would hurt him. When someone said they were willing to help him share some of the pressure, he believed it.

But they lied to themselves. They made a bet before, and the bet was whether Xiao Lele would be friends with them.

After the bet ended, their isolation from Xiao Lele intensified.

Recalling many past events, Xiao Lele lowered his head again, as if the sun would never shine into his heart, let alone dispel the haze for him.

However, his cold little hands felt hot, and he heard a gentle voice saying to him, "Sister believes you can do these things, you have to believe in sister too, okay?"

"Well, okay!" He nodded heavily twice, his eyes shining brightly again.

After watching Xiao Lele return to the dormitory, Chu Yao walked to the physical education teacher and asked, "You are Teacher Wang, right? I have something to ask."

"I'm a rough guy. I don't understand anything. It's useless for you to ask me." He continued to pack his badminton rackets without even raising his head.

Chu Yao smiled, and she asked: "A rough man, would he say that he is a 'rough man'?"

"...Otherwise, aren't you here to invest in the orphanage? I'm afraid I might be rude and scare you away. Those dolls' desks won't be replaced," he said in a deep voice.

"Since you know that I am an investor, can I take up some of your time? Soon." Chu Yao looked at his watch, "I promise that you won't miss dinner in the cafeteria."

Whether it was Chu Yao's words that made him laugh, or whether he was concerned about Chu Yao's identity, Teacher Wang put away the last badminton racket and stood up slowly.

He pointed to the teaching building not far away and said: "The classrooms are all empty now. Come with me."

Teacher Wang took Chu Yao to a classroom where cultural classes were held. Just as he was worried, the desks in the welfare club were all second-hand goods that had been eliminated from the last century.

Those wooden tables are either missing arms or legs, and they can only be slightly padded with other things to improve the sway of the table.

The chairs were pretty much the same, some were long wooden benches that could seat two people, and some were plastic chairs, all of which were obviously recycled from scrap collectors at very low prices.

Although these things are all kinds of strange, they are pieced together into a very warm-looking classroom. The walls are covered with children's paintings, the blackboard newspapers are also carefully decorated, and they also grow a few pots of small wild flowers on the windowsill.

Chu Yao couldn't name the flowers. They grew randomly on the roadside, and pedestrians didn't even pay any attention to them.

However, they are well cared for here. There is fine water mist sprayed on the leaves. Some small flowers and grass grow crookedly, and the children use plastic sticks to "stand straight" again.

"To be honest, I have nothing to say to people like you." Teacher Wang crossed his arms, "What do you want to know? That kid who played badminton with you? He is also a miserable boy with no merits, but he has a good heart. You You can rest assured.”

Chu Yao lowered his eyes and said: "It has nothing to do with him. I believe that my way of looking at people will not change since I identify him. What I want to say is... you should remember what happened more than ten years ago. of."