Chapter 94 Modern IF Route (Campus Route): The Little Priest
"I repent."
"When I was little, I once used a snake skin that my dad caught to shoot a gun... the kind that's just been skinned. Later, afraid my dad would find out, I threw it into a pot, and that night our whole family ate snake soup..."
[Jumping around frantically: Bury Ace! Bury Ace! My eyes have been irritated!]
[Momo: I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong, but I just feel uncomfortable all over...]
[Ancestor: This is outrageous... Little Bao, don't listen to this, it breaks my heart!]
[Mom's treasure: 6666]
[wrwr: If you don't understand, just ask. If my baby develops psychological problems from listening to this kind of explosive content, does that count as a work-related injury?]
[Hi hi hi hi: Why isn't the baby making a sound... Is he asleep?]
The last comment flashed by quickly, and the blonde beauty who had remained silent in front of the camera suddenly moved.
He was dressed in a simple white nun's habit, made of soft cotton and linen. The style was classic and austere, with a high collar that hugged the curve of his neck and covered his collarbone. Under the wide sleeves, only a slender wrist that looked as if it could be broken at any moment was visible.
A white veil was wrapped around his eyes, which complemented his calm and expressionless face, exuding a strong sense of asceticism and holiness.
The viewers on the other end of the screen, the ones who had just revealed the explosive information, clearly saw the comments. Obviously, as the person involved, he was also feeling uneasy, worried about being condemned, yet unable to suppress the urge to share his most shameful and sordid secret, which he had kept hidden for many years.
Especially when facing a streamer known for her beauty and calm demeanor.
...
This is a live-streaming room called "The Listener's Confession".
He doesn't have a distinctive name, and his livestream room is simply called "The Listener," but the host's beauty and his calm and composed personality are his most distinctive features, enough to guide countless viewers in the direction of the livestream room.
As a listener, he was exceptionally competent. No matter how explosive the story, he never showed any other emotions, remaining completely detached.
I won't try to provide psychological counseling, nor will I offer advice; I'll simply listen to the other person's story and then pass on the narrative.
This attitude actually reassured some viewers.
In addition... he is so beautiful, like a living, life-size BJD doll.
Although his eyes are always covered by a thin silk scarf or veil, he simply sits there quietly, like a medieval oil painting forgotten by time, or a holy icon sculpted by the hand of a god.
All the noise and explosions seemed to vanish into silence when they touched the invisible barrier surrounding him. That kind of beauty was devoid of any worldly concerns, aloof and noble, making people involuntarily hold their breath, afraid that the slightest sound would disturb this fragile dream.
Suddenly, he made another move.
He glanced at the newly popped-up class notification on his phone on the table, then turned his head back to the screen and nodded.
Just when everyone thought he was going to respond to the Confessional story, the beautiful listener began to say goodbye.
"Today's time for repentance is over. See you tomorrow."
Without hesitation, he ended the broadcast, removing his long golden hair and eye mask.
His emerald green eyes were clear and bright. He changed out of his nun's habit and into an ordinary tracksuit.
With the mask on, the beautiful blonde nun transformed into an ordinary college student in the blink of an eye.
He picked up the book and pushed open the door.
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College student adding a confessional to her blog [starry eyes]: Even in modern times, we should wear pretty dresses!!!
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