1.
Before Wen Qing could react, there was a hint of warmth on his lips.
The school uniform pants were heated by Ji Junfeng's body temperature and rubbed against Wen Qing's chin, faintly revealing a masculine scent.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, sat up immediately, and pinched the back of Ji Junfeng's hand unconsciously.
Ji Junfeng had many wounds on the back of his hands. After being touched by Wen Qing, he gasped and his breathing became heavy.
Then, Wen Qing watched his changes become more and more obvious.
Wen Qing blushed, shook off Ji Junfeng's hand, stood up and moved away from him, stammering: "You, you..."
"Um?"
Ji Junfeng's voice trailed off for a long time, sticky and slightly hoarse: "What's wrong with me?"
He raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Qing with a hint of confusion in his eyes. He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his reaction.
Wen Qing took a deep breath. Yes, X was a normal thing for them.
He said to himself, this is normal, this is normal...
In the blink of an eye, Ji Junfeng took off his pants, revealing two scarred thighs.
Even though he was injured like this, he was ready to relieve himself.
Wen Qing was shocked. Are all the people in this school obsessed with sex? !
He couldn't help but remind her: "Didn't the teacher say that we should fast and abstain from sex?"
"You, you'll be put in solitary confinement if you continue."
Ji Junfeng snorted with a nasal sound and panted, "Do you think the teacher will take care of me?"
Wen Qing pursed her lips. The teacher really didn't care about Ji Junfeng.
The teacher saw Chen Qiang's wounds at a glance, but Ji Junfeng's body was covered with wounds, and the teacher didn't say a word...
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and just saw Ji Junfeng reaching his hand in.
His already red face turned even redder and he immediately turned around and walked into the bathroom.
Wen Qing took a new towel, soaked it thoroughly, and walked quickly towards the sofa.
He turned his head away without looking at Ji Junfeng, and casually put the towel on Ji Junfeng's face: "Wipe your face and calm down."
After saying that, he walked towards the bedroom without looking back.
As soon as I opened the door, Ji Junfeng's voice sounded behind me. It sounded a little muffled because of the towel.
“Choose an auspicious time, exorcise evil spirits, burn incense, and pray.”
Wen Qing paused, realizing that he was talking about what would happen in the next few days, and said softly, "Thank you."
Ji Junfeng laughed and panted, "Don't you want to ask anything else?"
Since the other party had already taken the initiative to say so, Wen Qing certainly didn't hesitate to ask directly, "Is tomorrow the auspicious time?"
Ji Junfeng hummed in a drawn-out voice.
Wen Qing: "How do I choose?"
Ji Junfeng's breath became more and more rapid: "It is up to the high priest to decide."
Wen Qing thought about it and realized that there were four activities from Tuesday to Friday, and Sunday was the God’s birthday.
He then asked, "What about after prayer? What are you going to do on Saturday?"
"What?" Ji Junfeng asked in a low voice.
Wen Qing had her back to him and could only hear that his voice sounded a little restrained.
Wen Qing asked again: "What will happen on Saturday?"
"Saturday..." Ji Junfeng murmured softly and said slowly, "Saturday... um... yes..."
His tone and voice sounded very wrong. Wen Qing frowned. Thinking of the wounds all over his body, she was still a little worried, fearing that Ji Junfeng had died quietly behind her.
Wen Qing turned around and saw Ji Junfeng had sat up at some point, with his head resting on the sofa. His face was flushed, he was breathing with his mouth open, and his eyes were staring at Wen Qing intently.
From Wen Qing's perspective, although he couldn't see the movements of Ji Junfeng's lower body clearly, he could see his right hand moving, and the frequency of his movements matched his breathing.
Wen Qing immediately realized what he was doing.
Ji Junfeng is actually...
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
Is this water useless to him? Or is Ji Junfeng determined to do that?
After pondering for a second, Wen Qing quickly shook his head, stopped thinking about it, walked quickly into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
The dormitory's soundproofing was poor, and even with the door locked, Wen Qing could still vaguely hear the noises outside.
Ji Junfeng seemed to know that he could hear him, and his groans became louder and louder.
Wen Qing climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
After this incident, what little sleepiness he had left disappeared completely, and he lay in bed with his eyes wide open, in a daze.
Choosing an auspicious time, exorcising evil spirits, burning incense, praying, birthdays of gods...
How should I choose an auspicious time tomorrow?
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing heard a clear cry.
it's over.
Wen Qing silently covered the four corners of the quilt tightly, thinking that with such a loud noise, he was not afraid of being heard by others.
He blinked, realizing something was wrong.
Such a big commotion.
Why didn't Oz react at all?
He could hear it so clearly in his room, so it should be the same in Oz.
Just as I was thinking about it, there were sudden two knocks on the bedroom door.
Ji Junfeng's hoarse voice rang out from outside the door: "Saturday...is a carnival."
Having said this, he left.
There were sounds of doors opening and closing in the living room, and it sounded like someone was returning to the room.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.
Half asleep and half awake, he smelled a faint fragrance of grass and trees. His head became increasingly heavy and he soon fell asleep.
*****
At night, Wen Qing had a dream.
He dreamed that a snake was tightly wrapped around him, its tongue lolling around his neck and licking it teasingly.
Wen Qing struggled instinctively, but the more he struggled, the tighter the snake wrapped around him. His entire body was tightly wrapped around the snake's tail, circle after circle.
When Wen Qing was woken up by the radio the next morning, his mind was fuzzy and his body felt heavy, as if he had been beaten.
He sat on the bed in a daze until the broadcast ended, then he came to his senses and slowly got up.
When he was washing up, he was the only one in the dormitory. Oz and Ji Junfeng were not there.
Wen breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his movements.
When I was going downstairs, I happened to run into Bai Tong and Li Jingjing walking out of the bedroom together.
Wen Qing trotted over and said to the two in a low voice, "Yesterday Ji Junfeng told me about the activities before the God's Birthday."
"Choosing an auspicious time, exorcising evil spirits, burning incense, praying, revelry, and then it's the birthday of the god."
Bai Tong paused and looked deeply into his eyes.
Bai Tong didn't say anything, but Wen Qing knew what he wanted to ask.
Why did Ji Junfeng tell him this?
Wen Qing pursed his lips and recounted Ji Junfeng's miserable condition last night, omitting some details. He explained in a low voice: "I just helped him with the wound a little bit..."
The main problem now is that he had just promised Bai Tong yesterday to stay away from Ji Junfeng, but he turned around and got closer to Ji Junfeng again.
Wen Qing said slowly: "No matter who was lying on the sofa like that last night, I would have helped..."
Bai Tong half closed his eyes, and his emotions could not be seen clearly.
Sensing the strange atmosphere between the two, Li Jingjing quickly stepped forward and said, "Brother Bai, don't worry too much."
"Wen Qing is the most favored by God among our group of players. God will definitely be more indulgent towards you."
"It's safest for him to approach Ji Junfeng."
Bai Tong frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "I know."
He knew this was the truth, but he was still worried about Wen Qing.
Li Jingjing glanced at Bai Tong, then at Wen Qing, and noticed that Wen Qing's face was full of nervousness. He leaned close to Bai Tong's ear and whispered, "Brother Bai, don't be so grumpy. The kids are going to be scared to death."
"You can protect the kid for one copy, can you protect him forever?"
This question hit Bai Tong's heart hard. He lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered to Wen Qing: "You did a good job."
"At least we won't be like headless flies now."
Hearing Bai Tong's praise, Wen Qing exhaled and continued, "But I forgot to ask him what exactly would happen."
"How about I ask later..."
"Be careful." Bai Tong lowered his eyes, his gaze swept across Wen Qing's neck, and suddenly stopped.
His face darkened slightly, and he pressed Wen Qing's shoulders: "Don't move."
Wen Qing looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?"
Bai Tong pushed open his collar and saw a red mark on the side of his neck near the collarbone.
Staring at the mark, Bai Tong breathed a sigh of relief. It was not a kiss mark.
It was about one or two centimeters long, and looked like it had been scratched by a branch. It was red in color and extremely obvious against the fair skin.
Wen Qing couldn't see it himself, so he asked in confusion, "What's wrong with my neck?"
Bai Tong bent his index finger and gently pressed the red mark: "Does it hurt?"
Wen Qing hissed and replied, "A little bit."
Bai Tong helped him straighten his collar and explained, "There is a wound."
Wen Qing blinked and didn't think much about it: "Maybe I accidentally bumped into something while sleeping."
The three of them walked to the cafeteria. The process was the same as yesterday. The food was served after everyone arrived.
Today's dishes were still very rich. Wen Qing looked at the plate full of meat and had no appetite at all.
After a while, when he was about to eat, he suddenly found that there were no chopsticks or spoon on his plate.
Wen Qing whispered to the teacher: "Teacher, I don't have any cutlery."
Teacher Chen smiled and said, "This is a special order from the high priest."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, his expression changed slightly.
The high priest knew that he had not used the tableware that was sent to him.
So he was specifically instructed not to be given uniform tableware.
Wen Qing touched his pocket and found that the dishes and chopsticks were still in his pocket and he had not taken them out.
He pursed his lips and hesitated to take any action.
Teacher Chen stood aside, staring at him, as if waiting for him to use the tableware.
Wen Qing had no choice but to take it out, took out the silver spoon inside, held the handle, and slowly scooped a mouthful of rice.
Under the gaze of Teacher Chen, he slowly put it into his mouth.
The rice has a light fragrance, which is refreshing and appetizing.
Wen Qing's appetite suddenly improved, and the fatty and lean pork belly on the plate looked delicious.
Wen Qing blinked, scooped up a piece, and then scooped up another piece...
The meat dish was quickly finished.
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was eating some delicious food, and he ate the food in big mouthfuls, which was completely different from his previous appearance.
Seeing this, Bai Tong and Li Jingjing paused for a moment, and at the same time realized that there was something wrong with the tableware that the high priest gave to Wen Qing.
As soon as Teacher Chen left, Bai Tong's face instantly fell. He snatched the spoon from Wen Qing and whispered, "There's something wrong with this thing."
With his hands empty, Wen Qing gradually regained his composure and looked at Bai Tong in confusion: "What's the problem?"
Bai Tong frowned and tapped his plate: "You have finished your meal."
Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at the clean plate at hand, stunned.
I really ate it all, not even a grain of rice was left.
Bai Tong asked worriedly, "How do you feel now?"
Wen Qing blinked and said truthfully: "I don't feel anything."
I don't feel uncomfortable or anything unusual.
If I must say something, it is that after eating such a large plate of food, he didn't feel full at all, as if he hadn't eaten the meal at all.
Wen Qing thought for a moment and said, "I feel like I can eat two more bowls of rice."
Bai Tong was silent.
Wen Qing was also very puzzled. What did the high priest want to do to him?
Let him eat more?
Do you want to starve him to death?
2.
Bai Tong lowered his eyes to look at the spoon. It was made of silver, and the handle was decorated with light green leaf patterns and some long and intricate lines. At first glance, it looked like just an ordinary spoon with exquisite workmanship.
Bai Tong frowned and said to Wen Qing, "Where are the chopsticks?"
Wen Qing simply handed him the entire cutlery box.
Bai Tong took a glance and saw that the cutlery box was nude in color, without any patterns. However, the chopsticks inside were different. They had the same fine lines as the spoon, entwined around each other.
He wiped the spoon, put it back in the cutlery box, and said to Wen Qing, "Don't use this yet."
"I'll give you new chopsticks at noon."
Wen Qing remembered that Bai Tong had his own personal space and probably had a spoon and chopsticks, so he responded.
Leaving the cafeteria and on the way back to the classroom, Wen Qing saw a slender figure disappearing on the path next to the teaching building.
He paused and saw that the figure from behind looked a bit like Ji Junfeng.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I saw Ji Junfeng."
Next to the teaching building
Two players, one tall and one short, stood in front of Ji Junfeng.
"He is Ji Junfeng?"
"That's him. I see everyone else is avoiding him."
Ji Junfeng leaned against the wall like he had no bones, looked up at the two transfer students in front of him, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"
The tall player walked up to him and said sternly, "Tell us what you know now."
Ji Junfeng smiled and asked, "What do you mean by I know?"
The tall player was distracted by his laughter, and then kicked him, knocking him to the ground: "Damn it, don't smile at me, I don't like men."
"Tell us what secrets are in the school."
Ji Junfeng lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word.
The short player walked up to him and kicked him hard a few times. Seeing that Ji Junfeng didn't react at all, he couldn't help but turn around and ask the tall player: "Brother Qian, does this kid really know?"
Brother Qian stepped on Ji Junfeng's leg and said coldly, "He must know something."
"I heard Oz talking about this fellow yesterday, when he was questioning someone."
Hearing this, the short player punched Ji Junfeng in the stomach: "Hurry up and tell me."
Ji Junfeng still didn't say a word.
"Damn it," Brother Qian spat, squatted down and pulled up Ji Junfeng's collar, saying grimly, "I know no one cares about you, if you don't tell us, you'll die here today."
Ji Junfeng raised his eyelids and sneered.
This laughter seemed to have touched a nerve in Brother Qian. The nameless fire in his heart instantly surged up, veins popped up on his forehead, and he directly removed Ji Junfeng's arm: "Damn, you androgynous bitch."
He grabbed Ji Junfeng's neck with both hands and tightened them fiercely: "Do you want to die? Tell me now!"
Ji Junfeng closed his eyes, with a half-smile on his lips.
The short player saw his face getting redder and redder, his body twitching slightly, and said quickly: "Brother Qian, he, he seems to be dying."
Brother Qian lowered his head and saw that Ji Junfeng's pupils were dilated. He cursed and let go of his hand: "Don't think that I dare not kill you."
He turned to the short man and said, "Go to the intersection and keep an eye on me. I have to find out the answer today."
The short one did as he was told.
Brother Qian unbuckled his belt, swung it in the air, and hit Ji Junfeng hard.
“Pah—”
“Pah—”
The short one couldn't see what was happening behind him, he could only hear the sounds.
The whipping sound lasted for a long time, but Ji Junfeng didn't cry out in pain. He said nervously: "Brother Qian, please don't beat him to death..."
Brother Qian threw away the broken belt, used his right hand as a claw, and dug into the wound on Ji Junfeng's arm. His expression became more and more crazy: "If I die here, all of you will be buried with me!"
Ji Junfeng groaned, his eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes a little, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let's choose an auspicious time today."
Brother Qian immediately asked: "What is the auspicious time?"
Ji Junfeng: "The auspicious time of the God's birthday."
"The students selected today can..."
Brother Qian asked: "What can I do?"
Ji Junfeng glanced at the short player's back and said breathlessly, "You can get a reward."
Brother Qian's expression changed slightly: "What reward?"
Ji Junfeng closed his eyes: "The reward for God's Birthday."
Brother Qian continued to ask: "What about tomorrow?"
Ji Junfeng closed his eyes and did not move at all, as if he were dead.
Brother Qian slapped him twice, but Ji Junfeng still didn't react.
Brother Qian cursed, loosened his collar, stood up and said, "I don't know if this kid is dead or unconscious."
"Let's go first, class is about to start."
The short player who was watching hurried over and asked, "What did that kid say?"
Brother Qian stepped over Ji Junfeng's body and said with a serious face, "He said today is the auspicious time."
"The specific time for the start of the God's Birthday will be determined."
"What else?" asked the short player curiously.
Brother Qian: “No more.”
****
When Wen Qing returned to the classroom, Ji Junfeng's seat was empty.
He frowned, walked to the window at the front of the classroom, and looked out at the path on the side.
There was no human figure, only a sculpture of an angel, tightly entangled by vines. A green leaf of the vine swayed in the wind, looking a little playful.
Wen Qing glanced around and looked away, thinking that he must have seen the wrong person on the road just now.
There was still a prayer class in the morning. Before class, Teacher Chen said to everyone: "Today's lunch break is cancelled."
"After lunch, a teacher will lead you to the temple."
As soon as the word "temple" came out, everyone's expressions were different. The students were full of enthusiasm and joy, while the players were a little nervous.
Wen Qing's face turned pale, as this activity of choosing an auspicious time had to be carried out in the temple.
Wen Qing didn't see Ji Junfeng for the entire morning, and the other students were used to it.
It was not until noon, on the way to the cafeteria, that Wen Qing saw Ji Junfeng.
He sat on the lawn, leaning against a tree, and if you ignored the wounds on his face and neck, he looked like a beautiful woman resting.
Li Jingjing followed behind Wen Qing. When he saw Ji Junfeng's face, he stopped and couldn't help but sighed: "No wonder Wen Qing is so soft-hearted."
"With a face like that, I'm soft-hearted."
Bai Tong glanced at her.
Li Jingjing said calmly: "In my place, beauties have privileges."
Passing by Ji Junfeng, Li Jingjing whistled and shouted, "Classmate, aren't you going to eat?"
Ji Junfeng raised his eyelids and shook his head at her.
As he got closer, the injuries on Ji Junfeng's body became more and more obvious.
Wen Qing looked at the fingerprints on his neck and frowned.
This wasn't there yesterday. Is he being beaten again?
Li Jingjing also noticed it and muttered quietly: "This injury... How could those people have the heart to do this to this face."
As if he could see through their thoughts, Ji Junfeng smiled, looked at Wen Qing and said, "I'm fine."
"Since everything is alright..." Bai Tong paused and asked, "Do you know why those people were expelled suddenly?"
"They all have a good relationship with you, right?"
Hearing this question, Ji Junfeng lowered his mouth, lowered his eyes, and said in a very light voice: "Isn't it because I was abandoned by God?"
"They were all implicated by me."
Wen Qing frowned and asked in a low voice: "There shouldn't be any tests after enrollment, right? Why would the teacher suddenly ask the student to drop out?"
Ji Junfeng half closed his eyes and said slowly: "The oracle conveyed by the high priest."
Bai Tong looked at him intently: "Whoever the high priest wants to be expelled from school will be expelled?"
Ji Junfeng said calmly: "The oracle is naturally the will of God."
"The high priest merely conveyed the message."
Wen Qing couldn't understand this logic and frowned: "If God hates you, he will attack you directly."
People like Yu Xing who do whatever they want are not...
Ji Junfeng raised his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's profile. After a while, he asked, "Do you mean that God still likes me?"
Wen Qing lowered her head and met Ji Junfeng's dark eyes.
He comforted her dryly, "You are so beautiful, how could he not like you?"
That old pervert Yu Xing will definitely like it.
"Maybe there's some misunderstanding." Wen Qing said.
Ji Junfeng's eyelashes trembled, and he asked again: "Do you like me too?"
Wen Qing was stunned. Why was it suddenly linked to him?
It doesn't seem right to say I like it now, and it doesn't seem right to say I don't like it either...
Bai Tong pursed his lips, not giving Wen Qing a chance to answer, and asked directly: "What did you do last year?"
Ji Junfeng tilted his head and looked at him: "I said I didn't do anything, do you believe it?"
Bai Tong frowned and didn't believe it.
Li Jingjing stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "So it was the old man, the high priest, who made everyone around you drop out of school and made your classmates distance themselves from you..."
As she spoke, she looked Ji Junfeng's face up and down, with a strange light flashing in her eyes: "That high priest doesn't like you, does he?!"
"He covets your body, but cannot have it. He is jealous of your classmates, and then kicks them out of school, making everyone hate you. Then he will be the only lonely old man left by your side."
Ji Junfeng: “…”
Bai Tong: “…”
Wen Qing: “…”
3.
Wen Qing blinked. Although Li Jingjing's words were outrageous, they somehow made sense.
If Yu Xing hadn't targeted Ji Junfeng, then the only one left would be the high priest.
Wen Qing asked Ji Junfeng curiously: "Do you know the high priest?"
Ji Junfeng leaned against the tree and said with a smile: "How can someone like me know the high priest?"
Wen Qing was even more confused. If the high priest didn't know him, there was no need for him to target Ji Junfeng.
Don’t you know when you offended the high priest?
Just as he was thinking about it, Teacher Chen's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Wen Qing, what are you still doing here?"
"Why don't you go eat?"
Bai Tong glanced at Teacher Chen and said, "I was just about to go."
Teacher Chen nodded, walked up to stand beside them, and said, "Let's go."
Wen Qing stood still, and Teacher Chen didn't move either. They looked like they were going to the cafeteria together.
Wen Qing tried to take a step forward, and Teacher Chen also took a step forward.
After walking a few steps, Wen Qing looked back at Ji Junfeng. He was still sitting on the lawn, leaning against a tree with his eyes closed.
Ji Junfeng seemed like a transparent person. There were many students and teachers passing by him, but no one even looked at him.
Wen Qing paused and whispered, "Teacher, where is Ji Junfeng?"
Teacher Chen looked at him with a smile: "What did you say?"
Meeting Teacher Chen's eyes, Wen Qing stammered, "Ji, is it okay for Ji Junfeng not to go to the cafeteria?"
Teacher Chen smiled kindly: "Hmm?"
Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she understood.
It’s not that he didn’t explain it clearly, it’s that Teacher Chen pretended not to understand.
Bai Tong said, "Nothing."
Teacher Chen smiled, like a good teacher who cares about his students, and said to them gently, "The food for lunch today is good."
"Let's go."
After lunch, the students could not move freely and had to sit in their seats. When everyone finished eating, Teacher Sun, who was standing at the door, moved his feet and said to everyone, "Line up."
The students spontaneously lined up in two rows as if they were robots receiving some kind of instructions.
The eight players stood aside and stared.
The other students did not line up in order of height from shortest to tallest, there seemed to be some other order.
One player took a step forward, wanting to be at the end of the line, but Teacher Chen walked in front of him, blocked him, and said to the players with a smile, "Just line up in a row."
Wen nodded lightly, and when he tilted his head, he found that the expressions of the old players were not very good.
He looked confused and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Bai Tong walked behind him and lowered his eyes: "Separate the players and the natives."
Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Before, they were just like other students, eating and attending classes...
If we separate now, does that mean the auspicious time later might target the players?
Wen Qing pinched his palms and nervously followed the team forward.
Walking into the temple, the interior of the temple was the same as the day of the entrance test, but the round platform was covered with a layer of white cloth. The statue and the platform gave a holy feeling at first glance.
Everyone stopped under the round stage, the players stood on the left, the natives stood on the right, and several teachers stood in between.
The temple was extremely quiet. No one spoke and no one made a sound.
Wen Qing exhaled nervously, he could clearly hear the sound of his own pounding heart.
Suddenly, two footsteps were heard from the side.
Wen Qing tilted his head to take a look and was stunned.
Zhang Chengrun was brought in by a female teacher. He looked dazed, his eyes were out of focus, and he followed the female teacher in front of him with unsteady steps.
The female teacher led him directly to the back row of the indigenous people’s team and said to Teacher Chen and others, “You have purified your mind and body.”
Wen Qing blinked, and her eyes involuntarily moved to three inches below Zhang Chengrun's navel.
The purification is not what he imagined, right?
He turned his head to ask Bai Tong, only to see Bai Tong looking at Zhang Chengrun with a serious expression.
Oz and Li Jingjing behind Bai Tong had the same expression.
Before Wen Qing could ask his doubts, another pair of footsteps were heard.
“Da, da, da…”
Everyone looked up and saw a man wearing a black robe with purple edges and a white mask slowly walking into the temple. The corners of his black robe were flying. As he approached, the temple suddenly felt chilly.
The teacher and the students all nodded and lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the face.
Three words popped up in Wen Qing's mind - High Priest.
He looked at the high priest's smooth and white neck and thought, this high priest doesn't seem to be an old man.
The high priest seemed to notice his gaze. His eyes behind the mask turned and his dark pupils looked at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing lowered his head quickly.
The high priest retracted his gaze, walked straight up to the platform, and said slowly: "Choose an auspicious time."
"I need two assistants."
His voice was very ethereal, with a strange rhythm.
Wen Qing couldn't help but raise his eyes quietly, wondering if he had made that sound himself.
When he raised his eyes, he met the high priest's eyes.
Before Wen Qing could look away, the high priest's voice rang out from the platform: "The first one."
"Wen Qing."
All the students turned their heads and looked at Wen Qing enviously.
Wen Qing didn't feel honored at all. He was so scared that his heart skipped a beat and he didn't dare to leave the team.
Soon, Teacher Chen walked up to him and said amiably, "Wen Qing, the high priest is calling you."
Wen Qing groaned and was carried by Teacher Chen to the steps next to the platform.
He took nervous steps and walked onto the stage.
The high priest raised his chin slightly and motioned him to look at the golden cup next to the stone tablet: "Holy Grail."
Wen Qing walked over in small steps, looked down at the trophy-like cup that was bigger than his face, and asked stutteringly, "Take it, take it to you?"
The high priest glanced at him and said, "Hold it."
Wen Qing did as he was told, carefully grasping the base of the Holy Grail and holding it to his chest.
He took a step to the side, with his toes touching the stone tablet engraved with names, and felt a little safe.
Wen Qing took a deep breath nervously, and the faint fragrance of plants and trees filled his mouth and nose.
It smells good, and strangely familiar.
Wen sniffed lightly, and the high priest tilted his head to glance at him, then said calmly, "The second one."
Wen Qing looked at the players in the audience anxiously. Suddenly, the tall male player at the end of the line raised his hand.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and the next second, he heard the high priest shout, "Qian Gangfeng."
Qian Gangfeng's eyes lit up, he strode onto the platform and asked, "What do I need to do?"
The high priest looked at his chest and said slowly: "You don't need to do anything."
Qian Gangfeng stood aside, confused, his eyes slowly drifting to the holy grail in Wen Qing's hand.
The high priest didn't look at them again. He walked to the center of the platform and slowly raised his hand towards the people below.
This action seemed to be a signal. The students prayed in unison: "Dear God, my spirit is completely open to you. Please shine your blood on me, drive away the darkness, remove the filth, and cleanse us..."
The impassioned voice echoed in the temple and resounded through the sky.
Wen Qing had never memorized the prayer, and was worried that the high priest would find out that he had not prayed, so he opened his mouth and repeated his classmates' previous sentence in a low voice, pretending that he could not keep up with everyone's pace.
"...remove the filth, cleanse us——"
As he was reciting, Wen Qing paused.
He heard a strange sound, a rustling sound, as if it was some kind of friction sound.
Wen Qing quietly looked to both sides and found nothing unusual, but the expressions of the students in the audience were becoming more and more fanatical.
The sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was right at your feet.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly and he slowly lowered his head.
I saw countless vines of varying thicknesses crawling up from the stage, from all directions, and crawling towards Qian Gangfeng who was standing in the center.
The players in the audience looked terrified, while the students were crazy, as if they were watching some miracle.
Qian Gangfeng's face turned pale, and he was about to run away when a vine suddenly rushed to his feet like a snake and tightly wrapped around his feet.
Qian Gangfeng fell to the ground and opened his mouth, but before he could utter a single word, a vine as thick as an arm tightly bound his mouth and nose, and his face was distorted and distorted due to the great force.
Immediately afterwards, countless vines climbed up and gathered together, coiling into the shape of a big hand, lifting Qian Gangfeng high into the air.
"Great God!"
"Glorious Lord!"
The students’ excited and loud prayers rang out in the temple.
Wen Qing was so frightened that his hands and feet went limp, but his thoughts suddenly became clear.
The seminary only admits 69 students each year.
There are now 74 students and 10 players.
Half of the players will die in the next few days of activities.
Wen Qing's face turned pale and his back felt cold.
Countless vines were still climbing up. He could even feel a thin, smooth vine crawling over his shoes, into his trouser legs, and slowly climbing up...
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