Unspeakable bubbles

He carefully examined Aya and the 'old driver,' then looked at Bubble.

"Go back and give me a detailed report."

“We understand,” Aya and the man said in unison.

The burly man wearing sunglasses nodded and gestured to the troops behind him.

"Fall back!" a stern voice rang out.

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

"One, two!"

The soldiers chanted commands as they orderly retreated to the armored transport vehicle. The whole process was swift and efficient; in just two minutes, only the three of them remained in front of the orphanage.

"Officer," a nervous voice rang out, and it was the dean who came out tremblingly.

The scene had terrified the old woman, and she only dared to come out and ask what had happened after the soldiers had left.

"Director, I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused." The man bowed slightly, and the old man immediately waved his hands repeatedly: "Ah, no, this, officer?"

"It's all alright now, don't worry."

Aya comforted her, saying, "It's just that Bubble will have to come with us again. Don't worry, we'll bring the little girl back safe and sound once everything is settled."

The dean remained silent for a moment after hearing what Aya said.

Aya thought the old man was still worried, so she emphasized again, "Director, you can rest assured."

"I will take good care of Bubble while she is away from here, and I will make sure she leaves happily and comes back healthy and plump."

As she spoke, Aya made a face at Bubble, "Don't you think so, Bubble?"

"Giggle!" The little girl burst into laughter through her tears, and said sensibly, "Bubble will be good and won't let Sister Aya worry too much."

"You..." Aya felt both heartache and relief. She looked at the director as if she wanted to say something, but then noticed the old man's eyes flickering and she looked away.

The experienced officer sensed something was wrong, his expression changed, and before he could speak, the dean's trembling voice rang out: "This, Miss Officer, thank you so much."

“I feel at ease leaving everything to you when Bubble isn’t here, but… she doesn’t need to come back.”

"......ah?"

Aya blinked, her mind not quite processing what she was seeing. "Bubble will be back soon. This is just a routine matter, we..."

"I'm sorry, we can't accommodate this child here."

The old man lowered his head, not daring to look Aya in the eye, but his voice came through clearly: "This place has always been very peaceful, and nothing major has ever happened here."

"The only exception was that fire, alas."

"Officer, you don't know. Ever since Sasha left, everyone in the compound has been on edge. Even though it was just an accident, all sorts of rumors are circulating."

"And now this has happened again..."

"There are many better welfare institutions in the federal government than this... This is better for us, and for Bubble."

"So please, please don't let this child come back."

The old man bowed deeply to Aya: "Please!"

Upon hearing this, Aya subconsciously looked at Bubble and found that the little girl had already lowered her head. She was staring at her toes, clutching her rabbit doll tightly with both hands, her face devoid of color.

As snowflakes fell, Aya couldn't help but shiver.

"It's so cold," the 'veteran driver' sighed and muttered to himself.

Section 5, Chapter 005: Elementary School Monk Bubble

"Shall we go out for dinner tonight?"

A young woman carrying a briefcase suggested this to Aya.

"Ah, maybe next time. I have something to do tonight," Aya said, glancing at the time. "I'll be going now."

Watching Aya hurrying along, the colleague who had spoken to her earlier asked with some doubt, "Has Aya become increasingly distant lately?"

“That’s right, that’s right,” another colleague chimed in.

"Do you think it's possible that..."

"Huh? No way. Who is it?" a long-haired woman asked in surprise.

"I heard it's for three subjects."

"Ok?"

"The partner from last shift," a well-informed HR person spoke up.

"Oh, I knew it!"

"Hehe, then congratulations to her..."

Ignoring the whispers behind her, Aya strode out of the office.

After taking a taxi all the way to her destination, Aya thanked the driver and then entered "Romantic Moment".

This is a small coffee shop, and as you can tell from the name, it's mostly frequented by couples on dates.

Aya walked straight to a table where the 'veteran driver' was dressed in plain clothes and looked like he had been waiting for some time.

"Senior, you're early."

"It is not gentlemanly to keep a lady waiting."

The man joked around for a bit, and seeing that Aya didn't react, he shrugged: "Coffee, juice?"

"Mineral water," Aya said casually.

"Then, just a glass of mineral water, please." They called the waiter for water, and then fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere was rather awkward. Fortunately, the two of them weren't there to talk about love.

"How is Bubble doing?" After waiting for a while, Aya spoke first.

Originally, Aya intended to take care of Bubble herself while she was here. Unfortunately, the investigation, which she thought would be completed in a few days, has been delayed for some reason she is unaware of. As a result, Aya had no choice but to ask this more well-connected senior for help.

"It's only been a few days, I didn't realize you were such a kind-hearted person, Aya." The man smiled. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll make sure you get a plump, white bubble back."

“Senior, it’s been seven days already,” Aya said softly.

The man's smile faded, and after a moment, he carefully chose his words: "There's been a small problem."

“…” Aya remained silent.

"Professionals have investigated the site and found no trace of the chaotic creatures. The sea of ​​flowers can be seen as another mysterious phenomenon, and no harm has been found so far."

"If that's the case, why not release the bubbles? We won't need to go back to that place; we can always find families willing to adopt them."

Aya said excitedly.

The veteran driver's expression was somewhat grave, and he said with a hint of helplessness, "The key issue is that the pollution level of the bubbles exceeds the standard."

"How much!" Aya exclaimed in shock.

"30.5%"

"This..." After a moment's hesitation, Aya said, "It's very subtle."

“Who says otherwise?” The man smiled wryly and downed his coffee in one gulp. “If it breaks 30%, that would be troublesome. Fortunately, federal law is still somewhat lenient towards children.”

30.5%......

Seeing Aya's dejected look, the man couldn't help but comfort her, "Take it easy, Bubble is a good girl, we should believe in her."

"The difficulties are only temporary. Before long, she will be able to return to a normal life."

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This is a rather strange place. Every day, Bubble meets many unfamiliar aunties and uncles and undergoes a lot of tests.

Sometimes Bubble is also puzzled: "Bubble isn't sick, so why does it need so many tests?"

At this point, the adults just smiled and told her that the check-up was necessary, and that Bubble should be a good girl and behave.

Yes, Bubble is definitely a good girl, so she is never willful.

Perhaps it was because she was a young girl, all alone, sensible and obedient. Or perhaps the 30.5% pollution rate was simply too delicate.

A few days later, the adults all showed their friendly side.

There was never a shortage of candy and snacks, and they even generously allowed someone to visit them.

"Bubble, look what Uncle brought!"

A man dressed in black and wearing sunglasses walked into Bubble's temporary residence carrying a bag of snacks.

"Oh, Uncle 'Old Driver'!" Bubble's eyes lit up, and she ran over happily.

"hug!"

The man, who was initially a little embarrassed by the term "old driver uncle," softened his gaze upon seeing the little girl's behavior.

He bent down and rubbed his beard against the little girl's round face.

"Itchy" Bubble chuckled.

"Bubble, has anyone bullied you here? Tell Uncle, and Uncle will stand up for you."

"Everyone is very nice to Bubble." The little girl smiled, two dimples appearing on her round cheeks, making her incredibly cute.

"That's fine, that's fine."

The man stood up and said in a cheerful tone, "But Bubble can't stay here forever; it's time to go somewhere else."

"Other places?" The little girl looked confused. "But, Dean..."

"Not that place."

Seemingly realizing his tone had been a bit harsh, the man softened his tone and began to coax, "Bubble, you're not a child anymore."