Chapter 101

The livestream chat was in an uproar, everyone shouting "Jiejie" (older sister).

【I declare—I’m the kid Sister has outside!】

【Me too!】

【Count me in!】

【That little finger wave from the superstar... I’m done for, it’s too lethal, sob sob.】

【I didn’t mean to get hooked, but she smiled at me, and then waved her finger—now I’m flailing and babbling.】

The viewers were fired up for good reason—after all, who could resist a gorgeous woman full of charm?

A face made for the big screen remained dazzling and radiant even under a high-def livestream. On top of that, Shi Jian's earlier performance somehow gave off a deliciously dangerous "heartbreaker" vibe.

A beauty killing people with her looks—live!

Everyone wanted to swim into Sister’s fishpond!

【After being the school belle and the fairy in horror instances, Shi Jian now steps into her era as a femme fatale?】

And all of this in an orphanage backdrop, no less.

The twin sisters had tasted the cruelty of the adult world far too early.

…

Shi Jian didn’t think she was being a player. She wasn’t interested in “keeping a stable of admirers.” What was wrong with having a few extra kids?

The NPCs never said the badges had to come specifically from the children they were assigned. And Shi Jian wasn’t about to put all her eggs in one basket.

In her mind: This is just smart risk management.

Judging by the twin sisters’ attitude, Shi Jian was more convinced than ever that she’d made the right call.

The twin sisters looked like they’d been struck by lightning. When did Shi Jian get other little friends? Why didn’t they know?

“She doesn’t even have time for that.”

“She’s lying to kids.”

The older twin, Tong Zihuan, told Tong Zile with utter conviction.

The volunteers were mostly glued to the kids they’d been assigned. Plus, there was the big game last night—how could Shi Jian possibly have had time to charm other children?

Many viewers who joined late or left midway were also unaware.

But right after the twins voiced their doubts, a little boy in leather shoes ran up to Shi Jian, calling over his friends.

“Jiejie Shi Jian, can you do the voice of Mr. Bunny again? They don’t believe you can.”

Shi Jian squatted down to meet the boy’s eyes and answered cheerfully, “Sure!”

She was very patient—because in her eyes, these weren’t just kids.

They were walking badges.After Shi Jian agreed, she immediately launched into her impersonation performance. As soon as she opened her mouth, the children’s eyes widened in awe, and they couldn't help exclaiming—

“Wow!”

It sounded just like him!

Even the twin sisters were captivated by Shi Jian’s voice.

They stared at her throat in disbelief—

Did she eat Mr. Bunny? Otherwise, how could the voice be exactly the same?

As an actress, she was trained in voice, stage presence, posture, and expression. Shi Jian never slacked off professionally; most of her film and TV roles used her original voice.

After learning that Mr. Bunny was a big hit among the kids at Angel Orphanage, Shi Jian had deliberately practiced mimicking him.

Everyone looked at Shi Jian with adoration.

Shi Jian lapped it up. She showed off several more impressions in a row, a performance for the kids—and the audience.

And it wasn’t just these few children—

A little girl with blunt bangs came over holding a hair tie and pleaded, “I want my hair braided again.”

Shi Jian took the tie and, like performing a magic trick, styled the little girl’s hair into a cute braid.

Shi Jian was beautiful, loved fashion, and knew how to make others look good too.

The little girl immediately took out a badge and stuffed it into Shi Jian’s hands. “Sister Shi Jian, do you need this?”

“I saw it just now…”

She was referring to the earlier scene where Shi Jian took the twin sisters’ badges but had to return them due to the caretaker's rules.

Shi Jian’s eyes lit up. “I do!”

“Is it for me?”

“Yes.”

Without hesitation, the blunt-banged girl gave Shi Jian the badge—completely voluntarily.

Other children who witnessed this all started pulling out their badges, scrambling to give theirs to Shi Jian as well. Some were so desperate not to fall behind that they nearly got into a fight.

In the end, Shi Jian had to step in and stop them.

Long-time viewers of her personal livestream couldn’t help but sigh:

【We’ve seen battles between male fans before, but now we’re seeing a full-blown kid war.】

The superstar was too popular! A true heartthrob! Charisma off the charts!

Shi Jian secured the badges ahead of schedule, fulfilling the NPC’s requirement—so the bad luck debuff no longer applied to her.

The kids: Please, a volunteer who can imitate Mr. Bunny and braid hair beautifully? She’s totally awesome.

Shi Jian flashed her pearly whites and proudly showed the twin sisters the badge she had just received.

“Look.”

She even gave it a little shake.

No need for the twin sisters anymore.The twin sisters: “……” Childish, much?

Shi Jian’s interaction with the other kids happened after the twin sisters got scared off by the imaginary “study ghost.” Time was like a sponge—if you squeezed, there’d always be a little more.

Shi Jian was wildly popular, and the twin sisters started to feel a little sour for no reason. She was supposed to be theirs...

...

The twin sisters’ threats had no effect. The other kids outside had already gleefully offered Shi Jian their badges.

The next day during the daytime, the streamers didn’t receive any more treasure chest fragments. But with nightfall, a new group game went live again.

After last night’s game of Hide and Seek, the streamers were a bit more prepared this time. As soon as they heard the announcement, they all filed out of their rooms.

The loud and enthusiastic voice over the speaker informed them:

“Dear volunteers, please head to the courtyard. The children have been waiting there for you for a long time. Tonight’s game is called ‘Drop the Handkerchief.’ Pick up the pace—countdown: one minute.”

“60... 59... 58...”

The game had shifted—from Hide and Seek to Drop the Handkerchief.

As Shi Jian racked her brain trying to remember how this childhood game worked, she muttered inwardly that her memory of childhood games would probably get distorted again after tonight. She followed the flood of people sprinting toward the courtyard.

Even getting to the courtyard was under a countdown.

Fortunately, no one had fallen asleep, and nearly everyone ran at top speed. So within 60 seconds, all the streamers had gathered in the yard.

The courtyard of Angel Orphanage was quite large. During the day, caretakers would bring the children here to play or do exercises.

Now it had been transformed into a game field.

When Shi Jian arrived, she realized that each designated spot in the courtyard was marked with a streamer’s name. The streamers and the children each stood at their assigned spots, forming a circle.

The kids were just as excited as they were during last night’s Hide and Seek. Every single one was grinning ear to ear—which, to the adults watching, looked more than a little eerie.

“How do we even play this?”

“Where’s the handkerchief?”

The streamers muttered among themselves, puzzled but keeping their voices low.

But there was no need to worry too long. A little boy jumped into the center of the circle, holding a white handkerchief in his hand, and announced:

“The game has already started!”

Shi Jian straightened up in alarm—It’s starting already?!

The atmosphere instantly grew tense. They didn’t even know the full rules yet.

But one thing was clear: losing was definitely not an option.

The fear of the unknown consequences loomed large again. Meanwhile, the children began clapping in unison and singing the classic “Drop the Handkerchief” song:

“Drop it, drop it, drop the handkerchief,

Gently place it behind a little friend,

Don’t tell them…”

The childish and cheerful voices echoed across the empty orphanage courtyard at night—adding a layer of creepiness to the scene.

Shi Jian also noticed something else: the little boy who had been running around holding the handkerchief—his mouth split to the ears but still at least looked like a child—suddenly changed appearance.His facial features had vanished without a trace—his face was completely smooth, and his body was like a mass of black mist, floating mid-air.

There was no sound of footsteps.

He quickly dropped the handkerchief behind a female streamer, then sped around the circle.

Shi Jian wanted to warn the female streamer, but the lyrics of the song included “don’t tell her,” and generally once the trigger was pulled, something bad would happen.

So Shi Jian simply stared intently at the female streamer, hoping she’d notice something.

The streamer did notice—but it was already too late.

“Quick, quick, catch him! Quick, quick, catch him!” The orphanage children clapped and laughed loudly.

Even if the female streamer had triple her speed, she still wouldn’t be able to catch the faceless boy.

The faceless boy stopped in front of the pale and panicked female streamer and smugly announced:

“Your place is mine now.”

According to the rules of Drop the Handkerchief, if you’re tagged with the handkerchief and can’t catch the one who dropped it, the latter gets your spot, and the loser has to take over dropping the handkerchief.

But this was a horror game instance, even if it was labeled a “relaxing” one.

And so, all the streamers and viewers witnessed a terrifying scene—

The faceless boy actually walked straight into the woman’s body. He became the female streamer, and the female streamer turned into a faceless, mist-like entity.

The “female streamer” turned to the real one and smiled.

...

All the streamers were deeply shaken.

This cursed game could actually strip someone of their body and turn them into a bizarre mass of fog!

If someone never got a body back, would they even be able to leave after the game ended? After the instance ended?

Hope seemed slim.

Some of the quicker thinkers were already warily watching the faceless streamer.

What would she do?

Try to seize someone else’s body?

Shi Jian furrowed her brows.

“Then wouldn’t I be in danger? What if she comes after me?!”

Faced with the many gazes suddenly looking her way, Shi Jian expressionlessly pointed to the boy beside her, distancing herself, “He said it.”

It really wasn’t Shi Jian who had called out—the one who had shouted was the boy who always lost his head.

His head was now rolling on the ground again, and the boy muttered quietly, “I was so scared I lost my head again.”

Shi Jian looked at his constantly detaching head and thought—he was definitely overthinking.

What did this have to do with him?