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Wen Qing was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and stared blankly at the statue.
After a while, the statue slowly closed its eyes and returned to its original state.
Wen Qing's hands and feet were weak, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how she got off the round platform.
Seeing that he was a little unsteady, Bai Tong stretched out his hand to support him.
Wen Qing approached the heat source instinctively, grasped Bai Tong's arm helplessly, her eyes flushed unconsciously: "Gang, just..."
Wasn't it his hallucination just now
Wen Qing's hands were obviously cold, but Bai Tong felt inexplicably dry. He quickly looked away and said in a low voice, "This is a god-level dungeon."
A god-level dungeon must be related to gods.
Wen gently closed his eyes, he is an atheist, but now in this world, he needs to believe that there is a god.
He let out a breath: "I, I know."
Teacher Chen calmed down at this moment, and his distorted expression gradually returned to normal.
His voice was raised several times, unable to hide his excitement: "God is very satisfied with this classmate, so he sent a miracle."
He stared at Wen Qing closely, and said with a smile, "It's your honor."
Wen Qing didn't feel honored at all, but felt terrible. He lowered his head, thankful that he was wearing a mask and hat, and Teacher Chen couldn't see his panicked expression.
Because of what happened just now and Teacher Chen's words, other players began to look at Wen Qing one after another.
Bai Tong frowned slightly, in the dungeon, being highly noticed is not a good thing.
Especially someone like Wen Qing who is easy to imagine...
"Student, what's your name?" Teacher Chen stared at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing squeezed out two words like a mosquito: "Wen Qing."
Teacher Chen nodded with a smile, turned around and said, "Continue to test."
After the voice fell, everyone looked at the last player.
He was a bald man with a full face and deep nasolabial folds. He was young but had a fierce look on his face.
The bald man strode up to the stele, picked up the stone carving knife, and began to carve characters.
The carving knife scratched the stele without leaving any traces.
The bald man cursed in a low voice, and gripped the stone carving knife tightly.
One second, two seconds...
Half a minute passed before he could write the first stroke.
The bald man's expression changed.
A minute passed, and he still couldn't write anything.
The air fell silent again.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at the other players beside him.
The players looked at the bald man indifferently, as if they were looking at something dead.
The back of the bald man was gradually soaked in sweat, his body was trembling, and he almost couldn't hold the stone carving knife steadily.
Seeing this, Teacher Chen on the side began to change his face: "Enough."
The bald man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned to the teacher and said, "I, I'll write it right away."
"Need not."
Teacher Chen said indifferently: "The Seminary does not accept criminals, please leave the school."
The bald man's expression changed drastically, and he begged for mercy: "Teacher, I, I have never violated the law. I am a law-abiding citizen."
"There must be something wrong..."
Teacher Chen's face suddenly darkened: "Gods don't make mistakes."
The bald man also realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly added: "Is there something wrong with this carving knife? Teacher, let me try again, I, I can write it..."
Teacher Chen looked at him with disgust, as if he was looking at some disgusting garbage.
Soon, two big men in black rushed in from the door, picked up the bald man, and walked out.
Wen Qing asked Bai Tong in a low voice: "Where will he go?"
Bai Tong was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "I was kicked out of school."
Wen Qing was a little confused, would it count as a customs clearance if he was kicked out? Or go back to the world to prepare another copy
[will die. ] 001 said suddenly.
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and only now did he realize the danger of the god-level dungeon.
The dungeon can reject the player...
Before he had time to think about it, Teacher Chen suddenly walked up to everyone and said with a gentle smile, "Everyone, congratulations to everyone who passed the entrance examination and successfully enrolled."
"Starting today, I will be your head teacher."
After the words fell, a voice rang in Wen Qing's ear:
[Identity cards are now issued.]
[Player Wen Qing please save your ID card.]
A few lines of words appeared in front of Wen Qing's eyes.
[Name: Wen Qing]
[Identity: Seminary student]
[Age: Twenty years old]
[Hobby: Bullying people (passive)]
Wen Qing was dumbfounded.
What is this hobby about
Why is it a bully
It's not bad if he doesn't get bullied!
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, looked at her ID card carefully again, and saw the content in brackets.
passive
?
Hobbies are not just bullies, but are they passive
What does passive mean
"It's still early, I'll take you to the classroom first." Teacher Chen said.
After finishing speaking, he walked to Wen Qing's side, and said with a happy face, "Student, let's go."
Wen Qing came back to her senses, and stammered in response: "Okay, okay."
Teacher Chen smiled, this time he didn't walk at the forefront of the team, but walked beside Wen Qing, and he didn't intend to leave at all.
Wen Qing is very afraid of Mr. Chen now, firstly because of the weird statue, and secondly because Mr. Chen solved a player without changing his face.
He just wanted to pass the main mission and had no idea about the rewards of advanced missions, and he didn't want to have too much contact with Mr. Chen and others.
Wen Qing slowly took a step to the side, wanting to stay away from Teacher Chen, but when he took a step, Teacher Chen followed closely.
Teacher Chen looked him up and down, as if looking at some novel treasure: "Wen Qing, it has been many years since the last miracle."
Wen responded softly, his eyelashes trembling.
Moisture filled his eyes, and the clear deer eyes became a little hazy, and then the eye sockets turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was pitiful.
Bai Tong sighed silently, his heart was unreasonably soft.
He then took a step forward and stood between Wen Qing and Teacher Chen, separating them.
In the next second, Bai Tong's sleeve was gently pulled off.
He lowered his head, met Wen Qing's wet eyes, blinked slowly, and silently thanked him.
Baitong's throat moved slightly, he flexed his fingers, and after a while, he mouthed: You're welcome.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, thinking, Bai Tong is really a good person.
Teacher Chen glanced at Bai Tong, and was not angry because of his behavior, but still smiled and said to Wen Qing: "Why are you wearing a mask all the time?"
Wen Qing unconsciously tugged Bai Tong's sleeve tightly, and said in a stumble, "I, I have a bit of a cold."
After speaking, he coughed twice artificially.
Hearing this, the smile on Teacher Chen's face grew bigger and bigger: "I'm sick."
He said to Wen Qing: "Just pray to God, and God will heal your disease."
Wen Qing was afraid that he would take her back to that weird temple, so she quickly said: "I'm not serious, I'll be fine soon."
Teacher Chen stared at his face for a while, then said slowly, "Don't be nervous, God likes you very much."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and responded vaguely.
After walking out of the temple, the other players consciously walked behind Teacher Chen, and Wen Qing and Bai Tong naturally became the front row.
This seminary is not big. Excluding the temple, there are only five buildings. These buildings are not juxtaposed or opposite, but centered on the temple and distributed in five surrounding areas.
Teacher Chen walked to one of the buildings and said to everyone: "This is the teaching building where you usually take cultural classes. From left to right are dormitories, libraries, and cafeterias."
What about another building
Wen Qing tilted his head and looked at the last building.
He didn't dare to ask, someone asked.
"Teacher, where is the last building?"
Teacher Chen glanced at the player: "That's the residence of the High Priest, High Priest Xi Jing, don't rush to disturb."
Hearing this, Wen Qing took a second look at the building, thinking that he would not go even if he was killed.
The classroom is next to the hall on the first floor. There is no teacher in the classroom, only a dozen or so students. Some are reading seriously, and some are chatting in low voices. It looks like an extremely ordinary class.
The familiar scene made everyone's tense emotions relax a little.
Wen pursed his lips lightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it's not a weird class.
Teacher Chen walked into the classroom, stood on the podium, and said, "Students, new students have arrived."
Sparse applause sounded from below.
Teacher Chen turned to the players and said, "God has arranged seats for you."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, then turned to look at Bai Tong.
Bai Tong squinted his eyes, raised his jaw slightly, and motioned Wen Qing to look at the desks in the classroom.
The tables are single-person tables, as in most schools, two tables joined together.
Wen looked carefully for a while, and found that the name was engraved on the upper right corner of the table.
[Chen Fei]
[Li Jingjing]
[Zhang Zhang]
[Baitong]
...
There are names on each table. Under the urging of Teacher Chen, everyone walked into the classroom and began to find their own seats.
Wen Qing walked to the last row of the classroom before finding her seat.
In the last row, there is a throne of scumbags by the window in the corner.
Bai Tong's seat was in the first row, far away from him.
Wen pursed his lips lightly, and looked down at his deskmate.
Sleeping, doesn't look threatening.
He slowly opened the chair and sat down. There were two sets of school uniforms, a book, and a pen in the desk drawer, and his name was also tattooed on the chest of the school uniform.
Teacher Chen knocked on the podium and said loudly: "Welcome everyone to choose our seminary."
There was another sporadic applause in the classroom.
"First of all, everyone must keep in mind the school rules."
Hearing the word "school rules", everyone's expression became solemn.
The main system has reminded you to pay attention to the school rules.
Wen Qing straightened her back and quickly picked up a pen to take notes.
Teacher Chen tapped the blackboard with the pointer, and the next second, there was a uniform reciting sound in the classroom:
"Rule number one: Pray to God every day."
"Rule number two: Don't force others."
"Rule 3: It is forbidden to leave the dormitory after the curfew."
After reciting the three school rules, the students became quiet again.
Wen Qing's pen tip paused, and let out a breath.
Fortunately, there are only three school rules.
Too many for him to remember.
Teacher Chen nodded, picked up the textbook on the podium, and said to everyone, "This is a prayer class."
"New students should not be familiar with prayers, let's review them first." Wen Qing turned to the page that Teacher Chen said, and the purpose of entering was a very shocking color picture.
A man with a bare upper body was lazily sitting on the throne, with a white cloth covering the key parts of his lower body. He half-closed his eyes and looked at the men and women under the throne with a half-smile.
Those people are all naked, naked, all white bodies, men and men, men and women, women and women, two or three people tightly entangled, this is a carnival of sex.
Wen Qing's eyes widened in disbelief, the picture was exceptionally clear, and he could even clearly see the negative distance contact of several people.
His face turned red, he quickly looked away, and said in his heart, this is art, so don't code, this is art...
"Wen Qing."
Hearing his name, Wen Qing raised his head, only to see Mr. Chen smiling at him: "You will pray today."
Teacher Chen repeated the previous words: "Pray to God, God will heal your disease."
"Your cold will be cured soon."
Wen Qing wants to cry but has no tears. Is this the consequence of lying
He has no religious beliefs, and he has no idea what to pray for or what to say.
Seeing that he was at a loss, Teacher Chen said patiently: "For the first prayer, you only need to recite the prayer."
Wen Qing looked down at the book on the table, and at the beginning of the next page were written three words of prayer.
He stumbled and read: "Dear, dear God, you are the embodiment of love and desire, you saved us from the abyss of boredom."
"I pray to you, please give me crazy love and joy, lust, please use your precious fluid, fluid..."
[Please kiss my body with precious liquid, wash me, heal me, I will dedicate my body and my soul to you.]
Wen Qing squeezed the book tightly, her voice became lower and lower, her cheeks became hotter and hotter, and her whole body seemed to be steaming.
What, what kind of lascivious god!
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Wen lightly lowered his eyes, and faltered some words: "...my body, my soul."
His voice was clear and clear, and it sounded a little soft because of the shyness that dragged on the end. Coupled with the reverie prayer, many players looked at Wen Qing.
Seeing that he was wearing a mask and couldn't see clearly, he looked away in disappointment.
Wen Qing's mind was steaming, and he didn't notice other people's eyes at all. He lowered his head and quickly read the following paragraphs.
The following paragraphs were more straightforward than the few sentences he read, and described various organs in detail. Just looking at it made Wen Qing blush and heartbeat.
This, this is a little yellow book!
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly and didn't read any more.
Is the so-called prayer just reciting the little yellow book
Teacher Chen stepped off the podium, stood beside Wen Qing's table, and asked kindly, "What's wrong?"
"Why don't you read on?"
He had a smile on his face, just looking at his demeanor, he really looked like a good teacher who cared about students' homework.
Wen Qing pinched his palms nervously, and suddenly remembered the purpose of Teacher Chen asking him to pray, and he quickly said: "Teacher, I, I have recovered from a cold."
Fearing that the teacher would doubt him, he added, "Thank God."
Teacher Chen stared at him for a while, without doubting the authenticity of his words, nodded and smiled and said, "Thank God."
Wen Qing nodded approvingly.
"Sit down," Teacher Chen glanced around, and casually called out, "Zhang Chengrun, keep praying."
Wen Qing sat down and looked at the person whom the teacher called.
Not the original student of the seminary, but a handsome male player.
His face was flushed, and he said time and time again: "You, you are a gracious and loving God. I am a human being made by rubbing your hands. Your blood is poured into my body. I thank you. Your spirit is in me …”
While chanting, Zhang Chengrun's breathing gradually became rapid, and his whole body seemed to turn red.
His tablemate was a short-cut male player, who immediately noticed his abnormality, smiled obscenely, and stretched out his hand to pinch his ass.
Zhang Chengrun exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Teacher Chen asked.
Zhang Chengrun put the book between his legs, panted and said, "No, it's nothing."
Teacher Chen looked into his somewhat out-of-focus eyes, and said flatly, "Okay, sit down."
"Next."
"Oz."
As soon as Ozzy's name came out, all the players looked up.
His deeds occupied the bulletin board for a whole week in the world, and everyone present knew about it.
Wen Qing was also a little curious about this person, and followed everyone's gaze to look over.
The blond, blue-eyed, mixed-race man who was an aisle away from him slowly got up.
The players who were rustling before were silent collectively, watching their noses, noses, noses and hearts, for fear that they would offend this evil god.
Ozzy raised his eyelids and read coldly: "You are a great God, you are the Lord who is praised and praised, you use the seven emotions and six desires to save all beings, thank you, I am your glorious son and daughter, and I can inherit all your richness. "
His voice was low and without the slightest ups and downs, extinguishing the small flames of evil thoughts in everyone's hearts.
Ozzy read a whole page, but Teacher Chen still didn't stop.
Listening to Ozzy's calm reading sound, Wen Qing couldn't help yawning a little, feeling a little sleepy.
After reading for a while, Ozzy's speech speed suddenly slowed down: "Thank God, I will tell the heavens about your glory, your breath, take away all my sins; your touch, make me have a healthy body and mind .”
"It is you who make me feel supreme joy and happiness, and it is you who bestow on me the ability of sex and love."
Wen Qing listened and heard something was wrong.
Why is Ozzy's voice getting hoarse
"Very good, sit down." Teacher Chen said.
Wen tilted his head slightly, only to see Ozzy's face was sullen, and his deep and sharp features showed no expression.
As if aware of his sight, Ozzy raised his eyelids, two clusters of fire flashed in his green eyes, very much like a wild beast when hunting.
Wen Qing felt the danger instinctively, he hastily withdrew his gaze and lowered his head.
In the next half of the class, Teacher Chen named a few students from the original class and asked them to pray for the players.
Their recitations were very different from the players', each of them was full of emotion and impassioned, it didn't look like they were praying, but they seemed to be participating in some recitation competition.
"Dear God, I long for you morning and night."
"My god is completely open to you, and I look forward to your blessing."
"Please let your blood shine on me, drive away the darkness, remove the dirt, and wash us clean."
...
With their sincere desire, the temperature in the classroom gradually rises, and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually spreads.
Inexplicably, Wen Qing also felt a sense of dryness, so hot that she unzipped her jacket.
As soon as he raised his hand, he bumped into the arm of his deskmate.
The tablemate snorted, it sounded like she was hurt, Wen Qing hurriedly apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry."
The deskmate still maintained the posture of lying on the table, without even raising his head.
After a long time, he finally hummed, and his ending sound was very long, with the laziness of awakening.
Wen Qing felt hotter, and continued to apologize with red ears: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."
The deskmate didn't speak, turned over and continued to sleep.
The bell for the end of get out of class rang, but Teacher Chen did not delay the class, but returned to the podium and said to everyone, "get out of class is over."
After speaking, he turned and left the classroom.
Teacher Chen is not there, the classroom is still very quiet, and the players vigilantly highlight the students around them.
After a while, some students started chatting and laughing, walked out of the classroom, and did what ordinary students do. Only then did the players slowly start to move, exchanging names and information.
Wen Qing sat for a while, and the hotness in his heart couldn't go away.
He wanted to open the window to ventilate, but he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping at the same table, so he hesitated for a while, got up and went to the toilet.
The toilet is at the end of the corridor, next to the stairs, Wen Qing saw it when she went upstairs.
He didn't dare to stay outside alone for too long, so he trotted into the men's room.
The men's toilet is large, clean and bright, and the white floor tiles can reflect people's shadows, but there is a strange fishy smell in the air.
Wen sniffed lightly, feeling a little familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.
Without thinking too much, he went straight to the toilet.
After walking for two minutes, a high-pitched cry suddenly sounded from the side compartment, followed by a man's low curse: "Saobao, are you so excited that someone is here?"
Wen Qing was startled, and the movements of her hands stopped.
The next second, the door of the compartment at the end was opened vigorously, and a boy in school uniform came out, fastening his belt while walking. Then, a girl with disheveled clothes and messy hair came out.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, only then did she realize what voice she had just heard.
The two passed by Wen Qing calmly and stopped in front of the washstand.
After washing his hands, the boy noticed Wen Qing's eyes, and asked with a smile, "Student, do you want to try?"
Hearing this, the girl was not only not angry, but winked at Wen Qing with a smile, and invited Wen Qing: "Do you want it?"
They looked calm, as if they were just asking if they wanted a snack.
Wen Qing panicked and said: "No, no need."
The boy glanced at his clothes and said with a smile, "You are a new transfer student, no wonder."
"Have fun in time, we will be preparing for the God's Birthday celebration starting tomorrow."
Wen Qing froze for a moment, they didn't explain, and left the men's room with a smile.
Wen calmed down for a while, and slowly looked at the other compartments. After making sure that no one else was applauding for love here, he opened the zipper to release the water.
After running the water, he took off his mask and hat, and went to the washstand to wash his face.
The cold water quenched the nameless hotness in his heart, and Wen gently exhaled.
Suddenly, there were footsteps and conversations at the door.
"Ozzy, I've seen you a lot in the world..."
In the next second, the door of the men's room was pushed open.
Zhang Chengrun and Ozzy walked in one after the other, Zhang Chengrun's eyes were blurred, he grabbed Ozzy's clothes with one hand, and unbuttoned his own with the other.
Wen Qing was stunned, he looked at Zhang Chengrun, then at Ozzy.
The reaction of the two bodies was obvious.
Wen Qing's head buzzed, and the temperature on his face that had just dropped soared again.
They also came to the men's room to applaud...
Zhang Chengrun didn't pay attention to the restroom and other people. He looked at Ozzy longingly, breathing quickly: "You also feel that the prayer is not right, I can help you..."
Seeing that Zhang Chengrun was about to touch it, Wen Qing quickly picked up the mask and hat, lowered her head, and walked quickly to the door.
As soon as he reached the door, Ozzy's voice that could make ice sounded above his head: "Get lost."
Zhang Chengrun lost his eyesight and was kicked out of the toilet by Ozzy.
The toilet door was also closed and locked vigorously under Wen Qing's nose.
Sensing Ozzy's gaze on her, Wen Qing's heart trembled, and she whispered, "I, I'm getting out too."
As soon as his hand touched the doorknob, Ozzy grabbed it.
Oz lowered his head and stared at Wen Qing's face.
He had just washed his face, and his fair face was stained with transparent drops of water, his eyebrows and eyes were bright, and his slender eyelashes were also wet into wisps, trembling like butterfly wings.
Looking at his trembling eyelashes, Ozzy's heart suddenly increased several times, and he frowned.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Wen Qing stammered with reddened eyes in fright, "I, I didn't see or hear anything."
He twitched his hand, but couldn't get it out of Ozzy's.
Ozzy's nose moved slightly, and he smelled the faint sweet fragrance of his body, dispelling the disgusting stench in the toilet.
He obviously didn't do anything, but his sweetness filled his lips and teeth.
Ozzy pursed his lips and stared at Wen Qing's face: "Do you want to pass the level?"
Wen Qing didn't understand why he asked this suddenly, hesitated for a moment, not daring to lie, nodded, and said cautiously: "Thinking, thinking..."
Oz lowered his eyes, stared at his red lips, and said slowly, "Bite it for me."
"I'll take you through the customs."