Wait, why is this blond guy a lolicon?

the next day.

The new day's classes began as scheduled.

Kuroba has completely adapted to the role of "mother".

Of all the children, the one she valued and favored the most was little Yangyu, who had pigtails.

I can't explain why.

Every time I see Xiao Yangyu's clumsy movements, and those clear, bright eyes that curve into crescent moons when she smiles, I feel a sense of wonder.

She would always feel a strange sense of closeness.

I always felt like this child was my own younger sister.

"Mommy—!" Little Yangyu rushed into her arms excitedly like a little cannonball, her little face covered in mud, and she smiled, revealing two little tiger teeth.

Kuroba's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, but he quickly relaxed.

She crouched down, took out a clean handkerchief she always carried, and with a slightly clumsy but unusually patient motion, wiped the dirt off Yang Yu's face. Her tone was gentle, even she herself didn't realize it: "Honestly, did you go play near the mud puddle again? I've told you so many times, it's easy to slip there."

She carefully wiped the little smeared face clean, and patted away non-existent dust from Yang Yu's body:

"Alright, go wash your hands quickly. The morning's 'Interim Cognitive Assessment' is about to begin, remember to concentrate."

The White Room will distribute a fixed teaching syllabus to each responsible "mother". In addition to the daily courses, a unified ability test will be conducted every month.

"knew……"

Upon hearing the word "exam," Xiao Yangyu instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, her head drooping and her face scrunched up.

Compared to those tedious tests, memory recitations, and logical deductions...

She prefers "life skills classes".

Especially in cooking practice.

Only in the kitchen, watching flour, eggs, and sugar transform into various shapes in her hands, and releasing a sweet aroma after being placed in the oven, could she avoid feeling the panic and helplessness she felt when facing complex problems and timers.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Hei Yu couldn't help but reach out and rub her soft cheeks: "After you finish your exams, Mom will bake cookies with you, okay? We can bake as many as you want."

With Mom's promise.

Little Yangyu's eyes lit up instantly, and she clapped her hands, jumping up and down with joy, "Great! Thank you, Mom!"

The "moms" of the past were never this gentle to her, a child who always came in last place in exams, let alone agree to bake cookies with her. The current black mom is the best!

On a bench not far away, Jiang Ling leaned back, toying with a leaf in her hand, silently watching this scene.

The exam ended quickly.

As expected.

Clumsy little Yangyu was once again last in the all-white room, and her monthly test report card was marked with three bright red crosses.

Several high-achieving students gathered around her, pointing and whispering mocking her for being stupid.

This caused Xiao Yangyu to clutch her report card tightly, her eyes instantly turning red, but she bit her lip and refused to cry.

Just then, a light-colored figure quickly walked up to the children.

It's Kuroba.

The gentleness she showed when facing Yang Yu was gone from her face, replaced by a layer of icy coldness, and her sharp eyes swept over the snickering children.

The children immediately fell silent, instinctively shrank back, and ran away.

She knelt down, took Xiao Yangyu's cold little hand in hers, gently wiped away the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and said earnestly:

"In this world, a kind heart, the courage to face difficulties, and an unwavering determination to do what you love... these qualities are far more precious than a symbol on a report card. As long as you don't give up, stay kind and brave, and are determined to do what you truly love and what makes you happy, you are the best kid."

Some of these words went beyond the standard comforting range outlined in the "White Room Mom's Guidebook".

It's more like an echo of a voice deep within Kuroba's own heart.

She didn't know why she was saying these things to Yang Yu, but seeing the little girl crying made her understand.

These words just came out naturally.

"Come on, let Mommy help you make cookies."

"Um!"

Yang Yu burst into laughter through her tears, grasped Hei Yu's hand, as if she had found the warmest comfort in the world.

The cookies were put into the oven.

drip-

A message was sent via a specially made communicator.

Kuroba looked down to unlock the screen, where an encrypted message from the White House headquarters popped up:

[Room 01, White Room, Headley Mullan: Please enter your identification number immediately to complete authorization verification.]

She had never received any "new mom tutorials" and had no idea why headquarters would suddenly ask her to verify her ID.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out the identity card she had taken from the unconscious real mother, scanned it on the device, and entered the corresponding identity number.

The moment the verification was successful.

New information popped up immediately.

The cold, hard text stung her eyes: 【Cultivation subject No. 0721 (codename: Yangyu), has failed to meet the comprehensive evaluation standards for three consecutive months this month. Cultivation potential assessment: Unqualified (Grade E).】

[Procedure: In accordance with Article 3 of Chapter 7 of the White House Incubator Management Regulations (Revised Edition) and the Resource Optimization Agreement, the "adoption" procedure for this incubator is now initiated.]

[Executor Headley Mullan, at 20:00 PM tonight, headquarters will remove Breeder No. 0721 to carry out the "adoption" procedure!]

[To reiterate: At 20:00 PM tonight, please have Yang Yu (number 0721) ready to complete the "adoption" handover!]

Kuroba froze on the spot, and the heat insulation pad in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Adoption procedures?"

She murmured those words over and over, her mind blank.

White House... does this kind of adoption process even exist?

She subconsciously glanced into the kitchen, where Xiao Yangyu was standing on tiptoe, peering over the oven glass, eagerly waiting for the cookies to bake. A strong sense of unease inexplicably rose in her heart.

Could it be... that there really are kind-hearted people?

Are you going to adopt the adorable little Yangyu?