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Song Pearl paused and watched as the stylish young men and women walked towards the bus.
“Song Pearl, aren’t you going back?” Hong Xinran shouted from the bus.
It was getting dark, and Hong Xinran, wearing large sunglasses, was making a scene at the bus door.
Some people whispered, wondering what this older girl was trying to show off in winter.
This drew laughter from both those getting on the bus and those who weren’t.
Hong Xinran didn’t care about the gossip. Song Pearl glanced at the few young men behind Hong Xinran who were making faces and said, “I’m not going back; it’s too late.”
Since childhood, her life had been arranged by Song Shiting. Now that Song Shiting wasn’t with her, she naturally thought it was right to stay nearby, following her previous school habits.
Moreover, she had heard that as long as one knew the way, they could bike home faster than taking a bus to County Town.
However, she had just arrived and couldn’t find the road to the village.
“See you tomorrow!”
Hong Xinran tossed her bag back without noticing that it hit someone standing behind her.
The young man who got hit was pointing at her when suddenly something flew and hit him on the head. His face turned red as he awkwardly took a few steps back and fell silent.
Song Pearl silently chuckled; she thought Hong Xinran didn’t care, but it turned out that he wasn’t willing to take any loss.
Song Pearl walked alone towards the dormitory. Upon reaching the second floor, she noticed that the hallway was much better than in the morning. The clothes and shoes that had been drying on the balcony were all taken in.
She arrived at her dorm room, which was open. Two Female Workers' Dormitory residents were eating. Song Pearl picked up the quilt she had hung out to dry in the morning and brought it inside. She sat down on the left side of the tea table, allowing space for one of the Female Workers' Dormitory residents leaning back.
The one with slightly curly hair asked, “Are you new here?”
“Yes. Aren’t you going home after work?”
Song Pearl threw the quilt onto the bed and climbed up to make it.
"We work the night shift, and after we finish eating, we'll head to work," Curly-haired Worker said with a smile. "Which workshop do you work in?"
"Inspection Station," Song Pearl replied. She wasn't sure which workshop that was, but it seemed quite relaxed, and there wasn't much to do there.
Upon hearing this, Female Workers' Dormitory lowered her head and took a bite of her steamed bun, saying, "Oh, that's a nice place. Unlike us, who have to move parts in the workshop, leaving us sore and tired!"
Song Pearl didn't know how to respond to that and just smiled at the bed while looking down.
The difference in job types created a gap that made Song Pearl seem a level above the others in the dormitory. The Female Workers' Dormitory didn't hear her response and stopped asking questions.
Song Pearl had no appetite and didn't want to go with Helper to buy food, so she just sat on the bed in a daze.
The room was filled only with the sounds of two Female Workers' Dormitory members eating and laughing.
After a while, the curly-haired worker smiled at Song Pearl and said, "Hey, there's still some food left; why don't you eat this?"
"No need, I'm not hungry," Song Pearl quickly refused. Faced with Curly-haired Worker's enthusiasm, she couldn't keep a straight face and unconsciously smiled.
"It's fine; it won't taste good tomorrow."
Another Female Workers' Dormitory member seemed less talkative; after putting on her safety gear, she looked up just as she met Song Pearl's smile.
Seeing Song Pearl smile made Female Workers' Dormitory feel fond of her immediately, and she hurriedly picked up an Oil Paper Package from the tea table and handed it over.
The two women's enthusiasm overwhelmed Song Pearl, and the curly-haired worker pulled her toward the edge of the bed. If she didn't take it, the curly-haired worker would probably feed her directly.
As Song Pearl stepped back while reaching for the oil-stained paper package, she opened it to reveal a delicious aroma emanating from it, revealing a Pancake Roll with Grilled Fish inside.
Song Pearl sniffed; she didn't eat fish.
Although big fish eat fish, and fish eat shrimp, this big fish of hers eats water plants when in the water.
During her years at the Song Family, Song Pearl helped catch and sell fish but never ate any herself.
"Thank you, I accept it. You all go to work!" Song Pearl smiled gratefully as she was pushed into a corner by her enthusiastic new roommate.
"Oh, we need to hurry to work." The two female workers turned and left the dormitory as if they had heard a command.
As Song Pearl held the oil paper package, contemplating whether to eat or not, the door that had just closed was pushed open again. The curly-haired worker rushed in, "I ran to work without changing into my uniform and only remembered when I got downstairs."
She hurriedly changed clothes without glancing back at Song Pearl.
Song Pearl bit her lip. Was it because she had smiled at the two of them? To avoid causing trouble for others, perhaps she should buy a mask or face covering to wear at all times.
After the curly-haired worker hurriedly changed and left, the dormitory fell silent, with the bulb embedded in the floral panel casting an orange-red glow.
Song Pearl sat on the bed in front of the tea table, holding a newspaper soaked in oil. She took out a rolled pancake and pulled out a golden fried fish from it, placing it into an empty plastic bag on the tea table.
Then she rolled up the pancake dipped in sauce and began to eat at the tea table.
Even so, she could still smell the faint aroma of grilled fish wafting from the pancake while eating.
Having not finished one pancake, Song Pearl was already full but felt it would be a waste to throw it away, so she forced herself to eat it with some water. She did not like this coarse pancake at all; her favorite was the thin and soft pancakes made by Liu Cuiying using fine white flour mixed into a paste and cooked on a griddle.
After eating, Song Pearl felt bored. She realized there were no books in the dormitory, only the bulb, herself, the bed and quilt, and leftover food scattered across the tea table.
She initially wanted to tidy up but wasn't sure if she should throw anything away. So she simply covered up the leftover food and rice to prevent dust from settling on them.
Having finished these tasks while it was still early, Song Pearl decided to go out for a walk. It was just right to familiarize herself with this factory.
Opening the dormitory door, she felt that familiar white aura again.
In the Female Workers' Dormitory upstairs, the presence was not very strong. If there were any non-human entities, they would not be near this building.
The Inspection Station in the medical room did not have that strong presence either. Is it only strongest near the main entrance?
Song Pearl pondered as she descended the dormitory stairs. The building had only two floors, and there were no lights on the stairs or in the hallway, but it was not dark. This was because the factory was equipped with incandescent lights everywhere.
When Song Pearl reached the bottom floor, the aluminum alloy door of the balcony opened, and Ban Chengdong walked out holding a teacup.
That familiar presence became stronger as it approached. Song Pearl looked up at Ban Chengdong's forehead. In the glow of the streetlight, the cat paw print she had seen before remained clear and bright on the homeroom teacher's forehead.
A demon; many years ago, Pearl Fish was a fairy.
So, is this familiar presence now demonic energy? Could the homeroom teacher be a fairy?
Or perhaps, a demon has followed them here?
Song Pearl stood frozen in place.
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