I Like This Dream!

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"This little brother, what grade are you in?"

"..."

It's usually like this in a story. In the last scene, someone was looking down on the protagonist. The protagonist smiled slightly and ignored him. As soon as the scene changed, he slapped him in the face and left, leaving a look of shock and envy. It was so simple. Full of neatness and style. However, there is no such convenient function as one-click transition.

The third church was not a place of worship, but a place where scriptures were copied. The distance from Nancy's remote residence to the Third Holy Cathedral was very long, and the journey was quite quiet. Anxu's handsome silence remained for at least ten minutes, and he began to harass his fellow travelers out of boredom.

"Seventh grade or eighth grade? Speaking of which, except for the prefects, there is no difference in your school uniforms. Isn't it easy for people who look too anxious or look annoying to skip classes?"

"..."

"It can only be used as a navigation device. The AI ​​of this cutscene NPC is really low."

"..."

"Do you know what AI means? AI is...well, intelligence. That is to say, you have no ability to act independently at all. You just act according to other people's settings. It is no different from a winding clock."

"We are all under the guidance of the Lord." The middle school student finally turned his head and said with disdain, "If only you were not so ignorant and had read a little bit of the Bible..."

An Xu didn't answer. She suddenly kicked the middle school student. The middle school student managed to get out of the way, leaving half a gray footprint on the back of the robe, which was particularly obvious on the black cloth.

"You!" he shouted angrily.

"You said we were all acting under the Lord's instructions. Why didn't you expect that I would kick you just now?" An Xu asked.

"How can we presume to speculate on the Lord's will!"

"Then it was the Lord's will that you were kicked." An Xu said, "Why are you angry? Are you dissatisfied with the Lord's will?"

The middle school student was choked and unable to refute this sophistry. The class is really low for a middle school student, An Xu thought with disdain. Unreasonable superstitious nonsense should be answered with sophistry. Anyway, you are talking nonsense and I am talking nonsense. It depends on who has the thick skin. You, a future missionary, are not as shameless as the insurance seller downstairs in our house. Can you still sell God’s Amway at this level?

"Are you also a student of Teacher Nancy?" An Xu suddenly asked.

The middle school student who couldn't answer was eager to change the topic, nodded warily, and said, "Teacher Nancy has been in the college for more than ten years, and I have taken Teacher Nancy's basic class every time."

"Are you a noble?"

"No." The middle school student raised his head and said, "I am a believer selected by Tewen Monastery. My parents are illiterate, but their piety makes me..."

"So without Teacher Nancy, you don't even know what the scriptures say."

"So what?" The middle school student thought he understood what An meant, and finally found the entry point, and said proudly, "The prophet said, 'You must worship the sunlight you see from the top of the church, but do not worship the person who built the church. Craftsman', do you think we are apprentice craftsmen who ignorantly worship their master in the secular world? Although Teacher Nancy is also called a 'teacher', she is just a maker of tools."

"What about other teachers? For example, Mary, she also has a class to take, right?" An Xu asked again

"Of course Aunt Mary is our soul guide!" The middle school student glanced at An Xu, dissatisfied that she called Mary by her first name, "She is the guardian of the commandments, and she is the one who leads us in interpreting the scriptures. Only in this way Only those who are pioneers deserve to be called teachers!”

"Do you guys think so?"

"All brothers and sisters are devout believers, unlike you." The middle school student snorted.

"I see." An Xu nodded, "It's not Stockholm."

Nancy taught many first-year classes in the seminary. If she was so popular that children came to see her during their tight after-school hours to discuss things that had little to do with the curriculum, why did the older children come less often? , by the fifth and sixth grade, there was no one left? An Xu once thought that other teachers were targeting this misfit and kind-hearted person, but now it seems that it was the children's own choice.

The students who come here, no matter what their background is or why they entered the academy, after being subjected to high-pressure and intense brainwashing, most of them will only be left with one kind of person: a priest. Unable to resist the whips and the more senior priests, they had to find their sense of superiority elsewhere. Everything in the world is bad and ugly, otherwise what would you be if you were suffering in a place separated from it? They feel that their past selves were childish, and they want to separate themselves from their past identities, and even hate everything they were once friendly with.

"Are you starting to talk nonsense?" The middle school student frowned. He couldn't understand what An Xu was talking about, but it didn't prevent him from seeing that it was not a good thing. He looked at An Xu warily and said, "What else do you want to say?"

"I'm just worried that the fruits and vegetables being eaten are not worth it." An Xu scratched his head, "I just remembered how thick the Bible is. It's really thick. Why can't everyone remember less nonsense."

"How can the language of gods and prophets be nonsense!" the middle school student said angrily, "Every word has an important meaning! Copying the Bible can bring us closer to the teachings of the gods!"

"So are you happy to let you copy it?"

"Of course!" the middle school student replied immediately, "but you are the one who has to copy, because you know nothing about God's teachings!"

“If I know God’s teachings by heart, then I don’t need to copy them?”

"Remember it like a stream? Then what is the last sentence when you say, 'In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth'?"

"Um……"

"This is the first sentence of the first chapter!"

"I haven't read it yet and started memorizing it." An Xu waved his hand casually, "Do you want to compete? If I memorize it in the end, how about you copy it a hundred times for me?"

"absurd!"

"It seems like you really don't have any confidence in God's arrangements." An Xu sighed, "Okay, let's compete with a false believer..."

"Who are you calling a false believer?!"

"you guess?"

"Let's compare!" The middle school student's expression was no different from that of his irritated peers. "I'm Marshall..."

"I'm too lazy to remember your name." An Xu dug his ears, which made the middle school student's face turn red. "Find a notary. If I memorize the Bible, you will copy it a hundred times for me. If I can’t, what do you do with me?”

"I'll be the notary."

The door was opened, and Lance walked out of the Third Holy Church - because conversation was not allowed in the Third Holy Church, they had just stopped outside the door of the Third Holy Church. "Sorry, we disturbed the peace of the church." The middle school student lowered his head in fear and saluted. The prefect shook his head to indicate that it was okay and turned his head to An Xu.

"If you can't recite the words of the Holy One within a week, you'll have to kneel down and apologize to Marshall, Mother Mary, and the entire academy, copy the Bible a hundred times, and use a knife," Lance said slowly, "in your own skin. Up. Like St. Joseph the Dervish.”

"I can't peel off the whole skin more than a hundred times, right?" An Xu frowned, as if he was really troubled by this.

"Don't worry, the healer will treat you." Lance said with a fake smile. A follower who came out with him nodded. She wore the rose rosary on her left hand. "You will be treated after each chapter. Re-write it on the skin. Are there any questions?"

"Yes, I can't trust you." An Xu said bluntly, "What if I win and you cheat on me and don't fulfill the bet?"

"Marshall is a 'real' superpower." Lance said, "As long as there is a notary, he can sign the contract. Anyone who violates it will be punished and will no longer be able to meditate."

"Okay, let's start!" An Xu said.

Marshall wrote the deed with a quill, Lance read it aloud, and the participants signed at the end. After writing the last word, An Xu shuddered and felt something penetrated into his body.

"Established." Lance said, "Now you can start reciting. The first to twelve bookshelves on the first floor of the library are all the content you need to complete."

"Bookshelf?" Anxu asked in surprise, "Isn't there only one Bible?"

"What we just talked about is the 'Words of the Saints'. Since Urban I met the gods, thirty-two saints have appeared in Amenan." Lance smiled, and this time his smile finally showed a little more. reality.

Thirty-two saints, twelve bookshelves.

"You set me up." An Xu said calmly.

"All treaties are notarized, and there is no deception." Lance said happily, as if he had seen Anxu's miserable situation, "How could Miss Anna, who comes from this family, not know this? The original head of the family, Saint-Su Isn’t Mr. Li Wen one of the saints?”

Miss Sullivan looked at him, her arrogant expression finally gone. Lance doesn't think Anna will really fulfill the contract, but the punishment for breach of contract is enough to make people happy. Her powers will not be able to advance even in this life, and she will not be able to find peace of mind. Such a person will only become a waste. When Lance became a priest, or even a bishop, when people mentioned Sullivan, they would only think of him.

"I discovered something. You really hate me." An Xu said, "I really don't understand. Where did I offend you?"

"It's too late to beg for mercy now. Once the contract is established..."

"But I don't like you anyway, forget it."

An Xu shrugged, turned around and left without hearing what Lance had said.

"Discourteous!" Marshall said angrily, trying to stop her. Lance raised a hand to stop his aggrieved companion.

"Let her go," he said magnanimously. "The cicadas can only be noisy for a few days."