I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today - Chapter 407: 407: Still One Short

Chapter 407: 407: Still One Short

It’s easier said than done.

She’s not as smart as Bai Youwei, nor as meticulous as Zhu Shu, and she doesn’t possess her former agility. Can she do it?

Can she survive in the maze?

…she must survive, she doesn’t want to become a cripple! Her hands should wield a knife! A sword! A whip! She should be able to lend a hand when a friend is in trouble! And fend for herself when she is in peril!

She doesn’t want to become a cripple!

Not like she is now! So pitiful… she can’t even fasten her own buttons!

Tears began to fall.

Su Man raised her arm to ruthlessly wipe them away. She took a deep breath and gazed at the dark clouded sky outside her window.

Suddenly she made a decision, standing up to pack her baggage.

In this world, everyone has their own path to tread.

Since the morning, the sounds from the vehicles outside the residential area hadn’t ceased.

One vehicle after another assembled near the square. Delivering goods, gathering personnel, arranging routes, everything was carried out calmly.

The bustling registration area, the supplies area, and the exchange area, all temporarily ceased operation.

Everybody knew, the organization was evacuating.

They had to, because in one day, game 21 would move into the city area, making it impossible to maintain the base.

Facing the uncertain journey, many people are perplexed. Used to a regulated and ordered system for the games, they suddenly feel terrified of the future.

What if they encounter a game on the way?

What if the new base also hosts games like 21?

No…

There are no ifs.

The answer is certain! They will encounter games en-route! And entirely unfamiliar ones!

Everybody is frantic!

Only 10 more people! 10 more people and they can maintain the current base’s stability to support the lives of the thousands there! Why isn’t anybody stepping forward?! Why?!!

Chu Huaijin posted a notice in the square.

It read, game 21 still lacks ——1 person!

The stormy clouds roiled, the afternoon was stifling and heavy. Occasionally, a gust of wind brought a hint of coolness amid the heat, making everyone wish for the rain to arrive soon to disperse the unbearable heat.

Shen Mo brought back a new wheelchair.

“We leave earlier. The first batch will be the supplies team, we’ll leave at three in the afternoon, together with the research team.”

“But the weather doesn’t look too good.” Bai Youwei glanced at the dark clouds outside, “It’s going to rain heavily.”

“We have no choice, even if it rains. We must evacuate. If everyone stays together, it will be even more dangerous.” He pushed the wheelchair over, “Try it.”

Bai Youwei got up with the help of her crutches and tried sitting in the wheelchair.

It was passable, usable.

Shen Mo asked, “Is it comfortable?”

She shifted a bit, “It’s okay, but a bit hard.”

Shen Mo lifted her onto the sofa, took a cushion from the sofa, put it on the new wheelchair, and readjusted the height.

He carried Bai Youwei over and asked her, “Is it still hard?”

“Uh… no, it’s not.” She adjusted her sitting position uncomfortably, frowning and saying, “But the cushion doesn’t match the color of the wheelchair, it looks a bit ugly.”

Shen Mo:

As always, she’s hard to please.

He stood up and said, “You can’t see the bottom so it doesn’t matter. It’s okay if it’s ugly.”

“No, take it away.” Bai Youwei’s face showed displeasure, “This thing will lessen my aura.”

Shen Mo asked helplessly, “Then what do you want?”

Bai Youwei seriously pondered this question, “…I took a batch of blankets from Duke’s mansion and piled them all in the small study in the Dollhouse. Could you get me one? It must be hand-knitted, without any prints, and preferably in navy blue.”

She took out the gold key hanging around her neck, opened the door to the Dollhouse and asked him, “Do you know what color navy blue is? Don’t bring the wrong one, it’s a very deep blue, like the night sky, not the kind of stifling black, but with a touch of mystery. If there are tassels, it would be even better… hey, do you know what tassels are? They’re the thin strands at the bottom of the blanket…”

Shen Mo frowned his brows as he listened.