It was a cold winter afternoon.
No matter how dazzling the sunlight above her head was, the cold wind whimpering in the ice and snow was like a knife cutting through her skin. The rustling pain made the girl put her hands into the pockets of her cotton jacket again.
She was wearing a long white down jacket, a red woolen scarf wrapped around her slender neck like a white swan, and a round bun on her head. Her light brown hair looked cute and adorable in the sunlight.
Pan Shu stepped on the snow with a crunching sound, and hid half of her head in her scarf. The chattering children beside her looked at her curiously and gathered around her.
"Sister, are you also a child that mom and dad don't want?"
"You're already this old, will your parents also not want your sister?"
"Sister is so beautiful, just like the fairy the dean's mother said!"
The children's voices were sharp, but not harsh, at their age. They were like the rising sun. Whether they were rolling in the mud or climbing trees to catch bird nests, they were so happy that they felt like they had picked up the whole world.
Pan Shu curved her lips gently, "Sister is here to take a child home."
"Oh, then sister, can you take me home? I'm the best behaved kid in the whole orphanage!"
"Dean Mom praised me for eating the fastest today!"
"They are not as good as me. I won first place in shuttlecock kicking!"
Pan Shu touched their heads one by one, took out a few chocolate candies from her pocket, squatted down, and gave them the candies. "No, I have already chosen them. I will treat you to candies."
"Wow, that child who was chosen by the sister is so lucky!"
One of the children patted his chest, revealing a missing front tooth, and spoke with a lisp, "What's that kid's name? I know all the kids in the orphanage!"
Pan Shu thought for a moment and said, "Sister doesn't know yet either."
At this time, the dean came over apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Ban, I was delayed for a while while looking for these two children."
Behind the dean were two little boys who looked exactly the same.
Pan Shu was also confused.
"Qiqi, who is the male lead?" asked Pan Shu.
This mission world is very special. The strategy value column is gray, locked with a faint floating lock, and there is an additional column for the male protagonist's influence value next to it.
This also means that Panshu doesn't know who the target of her strategy in this world is.
It's a bit troublesome.
According to the system, the male protagonist of this world experienced tremendous trauma and torture in his childhood, which led to his strong sense of world-weariness. He committed suicide at the age of twenty-three.
Not only that, shortly after the male protagonist committed suicide, the world quickly declined and collapsed with a devastating force.
The world consciousness had no choice but to ask the system bureau for help.
In order to avoid the world collapsing, the world consciousness hopes that the tasker can help the world consciousness influence the male protagonist, so that the male protagonist can turn over a new leaf and write a different ending.
"Host, this is a special mission world. There will be special rewards after completion." said the system.
Pan Shu: "What will happen if I don't do it?"
System: "Erase."
“…”
That's why Panshu came to this welfare home.
Just looking at the two little boys in front of her who looked exactly the same, Panshu felt a little headache. She had no idea which one was the male lead.
The system was silent for two seconds, then apologized, "I'm sorry, host. Due to the particularity of the mission world, the system bureau does not have the storage information of the relevant plane."
In other words—
Is she going to rely on intuition?
There are two little boys in front of me. The one on the left is wearing dirty clothes and looks out of place with the other children wearing clean clothes. He has wounds all over his body, and some of the chilblains on his hands are scabby and some are oozing pus. He looks horrible.
The little boy on the right is wearing clean clothes and has a round, chubby face with a shy smile that is so sweet that it will melt anyone's heart.
The little boy, covered in wounds, pursed his lips, remained silent, and his long hair covered his eyes.
It was broad daylight, yet one felt a chill inexplicably.
The protagonist had a miserable childhood.
This is the only information Panshu has.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly pointed to the little boy on the left and said, "I want him."
The little boy on the left finally reacted. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Banshu, then lowered his head numbly, his two red, swollen and cracked little hands stirring restlessly.
The light in the corners of the little boy's eyes dimmed a little as he smiled shyly, but he still tried to straighten his chest and grinned widely.
Pan Shu couldn't bear to watch and asked the system, "Can I take both of them away?"
The system's voice was emotionless: "No, the system will determine that the host is OOC and will be wiped out."
"Yeah, I understand."
The dean pushed the injured little boy forward two steps and said, "This child doesn't have a name yet. Since Miss Ban and he are destined to be together, why not give him a name?"
Pan Shu thought for a few seconds, looked at the scorching sun in the severe winter, and said softly, "Tomorrow will be bright, so let's call it the single character Zhao."
She squatted down and touched the boy's tangled hair tenderly. "I hope you can be as bright and dazzling as the sun, okay? With me around, no one will dare to bully you anymore."
The girl's face was white and translucent against the backdrop of the red scarf, and the little boy's eyes looked at her quietly.
"What's your last name?" Ban Shu asked gently.
The little boy shook his head.
But the little boy on the right of the dean pursed his pink lips and said, "His last name is Jiang, and my last name is Jiang too."
"Then you can call yourself Jiang Zhao, okay?" Pan Shu took little Jiang Zhao's hand and gently wrote on his palm, "Your name is Jiang Zhao."
Xiao Jiang Zhao nodded slowly.
However, he wanted to take her last name, but he didn't dare to say it.
My sister is so gentle and she won’t like a child who will cause trouble to her.
Pan Shu was about to leave, holding Jiang Zhao's hand, when the remaining little boy, who looked like a jade doll, suddenly stopped her. His big, clear eyes were filled with tears, "Sister, I want a name too. I don't have a name either..."
The dean looked at Pan Shu in embarrassment, "Miss Pan, this..."
Pan Shu was anxious to take the hero back to treat his wounds, so she thought of a random word and said, "Chen, the Chen of floating and sinking, so you can be called Jiang Chen."
Xiao Jiangchen grinned, tilted his head and smiled particularly brightly.
In fact, Xiao Jiangchen really likes this gentle and beautiful sister.
He envied Jiang Zhao so much.
He silently memorized the name several times in his mind.
Jiang Chen.
His name is Jiang Chen.
Little Jiang Chen is still illiterate.
He didn't understand that "Zhao" means the sun, while "Chen" is associated with negative words such as cold, wet and sticky.
This was a name Panshu had casually come up with, without a single good wish.
He asked for the name "Jiang Chen".
From today on, he became the one who was left behind forever.
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