The school bus had traveled all night through 'copy-paste' streets with no end in sight, and a total of 37 orphans (22 boys and 15 girls) were picked up.
Yi Chen leaned against the window and, despite the endlessly flashing past of similar buildings, felt no hint of sleepiness. The thought of returning to the Orphanage in this way had him so excited that he couldn't sleep at all.
The night had passed,
The postman's voice echoed throughout the school bus via the loudspeakers, piercing like a needle in the ear, forcibly waking some of the orphans who had been asleep.
"First of all, congratulations on standing out from the numerous 'child bodies.' Among you, some are close to turning ten years old. We have a rule here, if by the age of ten you have not freed yourselves from the bonds of your original families, you will be classified as defects to be digested internally by the family.
