Wen Qing turned to the page that Teacher Chen mentioned, and what he saw was a very shocking color picture.
A naked upper body man sat lazily on the throne, with a piece of white cloth loosely wrapped around 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 were all naked, with nothing on, all with white bodies, men and men, men and women, women and women, two or three people hugging each other tightly, it was a carnival of X.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide in disbelief. The picture was extremely clear, and he could even see clearly how several people were in negative distance contact.
His face turned red, and he quickly looked away, mumbling to himself, this is art, so no blurring, this is art...
"Wen Qing."
Hearing his name, Wen Qing looked up, only to see Teacher Chen smiling at him: "You will pray today."
Teacher Chen repeated what he had said before: "Pray to God, and God will heal your illness."
"Your cold will soon be gone."
Wen Qing wanted to cry but had no tears. Is this the consequence of lying?
He has no religious beliefs and has no idea what to do or say when praying.
Seeing his confusion, Teacher Chen patiently said, "For your first prayer, you only need to recite the prayer."
Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at the book on the table. At the beginning of the next page, the three words "prayer" were clearly written.
He stumbled over the words, "Dear God, you are the embodiment of love and desire. You save us from the abyss of boredom."
"I pray to you, please give me ecstatic love and joy, please use your precious fluid..."
[Please kiss my body with your precious fluid, cleanse me, heal me, and I will dedicate my body and soul to you. ]
Wen Qing held the book tightly, his voice became lower and lower, his cheeks became hotter and hotter, and his whole body seemed to be steaming.
What a lustful god!
2.
Wen Qing lowered his eyes and stammered over some words: "...my body, my soul."
His voice was clear, with a slight trailing tone due to shyness, sounding a little soft and sticky, and coupled with the suggestive prayer words, many players looked at Wen Qing.
Seeing that he was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, I looked away in disappointment.
Wen Qing's head was steaming, and he didn't notice other people's gazes at all. He lowered his head and quickly read the following paragraph.
The following paragraphs were even more straightforward than the few sentences he read, describing various organs in detail. Wen Qing blushed and his heart beat fast just by looking at them.
This, this is a pornographic book!
Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly and didn't read any further.
Is the so-called prayer just reciting pornographic books?
Teacher Chen walked down from the podium, stood next to Wen Qing's desk, and asked kindly, "What's wrong?"
"Why don't you read on?"
He had a smile on his face, and judging from his expression, he really looked like a good teacher who cared about his students' studies.
Wen Qing pinched his palms nervously, and suddenly remembered the purpose of Teacher Chen asking him to pray. He quickly said, "Teacher, I, my cold is healed."
Afraid the teacher would doubt him, he added, "Thank God."
Teacher Chen stared at him for a while, without doubting the truth of his words, and nodded and said with a smile: "Thank God."
Wen Qing nodded in agreement.
"Take a seat," Teacher Chen glanced around and casually called out, "Zhang Chengrun, continue to pray."
Wen Qing sat down and looked at the person the teacher called out.
He was not a former student of the seminary, but a handsome male player.
His face flushed, and he said hesitantly, "You, you are a gracious and loving God. I am a human being created by you through kneading your hands. Your blood is poured into my body. I thank you, and your spirit is in me..."
As Zhang Chengrun recited, his breathing gradually became rapid and his whole body seemed to turn red.
His deskmate was a male gamer with a buzz cut. He noticed his abnormality at the first moment, smiled obscenely, and reached out to pinch his butt.
Zhang Chengrun exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" asked Teacher Chen.
Zhang Chengrun put the book between his legs and panted, "Nothing, nothing."
Teacher Chen looked at his somewhat unfocused eyes and said calmly, "Okay, sit down."
"Next."
"Oz."
As soon as Oz's name came out, all the players looked up.
His deeds dominated the bulletin board for an entire week, and every player present knew about it.
Wen Qing was also a little curious about this person, and turned his head to look in the direction where everyone was looking.
The blond, blue-eyed mixed-race man who was across the aisle from him slowly stood up.
The players who were previously making noises fell silent, watching their eyes and noses, fearing that they might offend this evil spirit.
Oz lifted his eyelids and read coldly: "You are the great God, you are the Lord who is praised and lauded, you use all emotions to save all living beings, thank you, I am your glorious child, I can inherit all your abundance."
His voice was low and his tone was calm, extinguishing the small flames of evil thoughts in everyone's hearts.
Oz read a whole page, but Teacher Chen didn't stop.
Listening to Oz's calm reading voice, Wen Qing couldn't help but yawning and felt a little sleepy.
After reciting for a while, Oz suddenly slowed down his speech: "Thank God, I will tell the heavens about your glory. Your breath removes all my sins; your touch makes me healthy in body and mind."
"It is you who makes me feel supreme joy and happiness, and it is you who gives me the ability to have sex and love."
Wen Qing listened and heard something wrong.
Why is Oz's voice getting hoarse?
"Very good, take a seat," said Teacher Chen.
Wen Qing tilted his head and saw that Oz had a sullen face, his deep and sharp features showing no expression.
As if aware of his gaze, Oz raised his eyelids, and two clusters of fire flashed in his green eyes, just like a wild beast on the hunt.
Wen Qing instinctively sensed danger, he hurriedly looked away and lowered his head.
In the next half of the class, Teacher Chen called on several students from the original class and asked them to demonstrate prayers for the players.
Their recitations were very different from those of the players. Each one was full of emotion and passion. It didn't sound like they were praying but rather participating in a recitation competition.
"Dear God, I long for you in the morning and at night."
"My spirit is fully open to you, and I look forward to your presence."
"Please let your blood shine upon me, drive away the darkness, remove the filth, and cleanse us."
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With their sincere desire, the temperature in the classroom gradually rose and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread.
Wen Qing inexplicably felt a sense of dryness and unzipped his jacket because of the heat.
As soon as he raised his hand, he bumped into his deskmate's arm.
The deskmate groaned, sounding like he was hurt, and Wen Qing quickly apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry."
My deskmate still lay on the table without even raising his head.
After a long while, he uttered a "hmm", and his last syllable was drawn out, with the laziness of someone who had just woken up.
Wen Qing felt even hotter, and continued to apologize with red ears: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."
My deskmate didn't say anything, turned over and continued to sleep.
When the bell rang, Teacher Chen did not delay the class. He returned to the podium and said to everyone, "get out of class is over."
After saying that, he turned and left the classroom.
Teacher Chen was not there, but the classroom was still very quiet, and the players were vigilant in lighting up the surrounding classmates.
After a while, some classmates started chatting and laughing, walked out of the classroom, and did what ordinary students do. The players slowly started to take action, exchanging names and information.
Wen Qing sat for a while, but the heat in his heart just wouldn't go away.
He wanted to open the window for ventilation, but was afraid of disturbing his deskmate's sleep. After hesitating for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom.
The toilet was at the end of the corridor, next to the stairs. Wen Qing saw it when he went upstairs.
He didn't dare stay outside alone for too long, so he trotted into the men's room.
The men's restroom 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 Qing sniffed and felt that it was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
Without thinking much, he walked straight to the toilet.
After walking for a while, a loud shout suddenly came from the compartment next to him, followed by a man's low curse: "Slut, why are you so excited that someone is here?"
Wen Qing was startled and stopped moving his hands.
The next second, the door of the cubicle at the end was forcefully opened, and a boy in school uniform walked out, fastening his belt as he walked. Immediately afterwards, a girl with disheveled clothes and messy hair walked out.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide, and then he realized what sound he had just heard.
The two of them walked past Wen Qing calmly and stopped in front of the washstand.
After washing his hands, the boy noticed Wen Qing's gaze and asked with a smile, "Classmate, do you want to try it?"
Hearing this, the girl was not angry at all. Instead, she smiled and winked at Wen Qing, inviting him: "Do you want it?"
They looked calm, as if they were just asking if they wanted a snack.
Wen Qing said in panic: "No, no need."
The boy glanced at his clothes and said with a smile, "You must be the new transfer student, no wonder."
"Enjoy life while you can. Tomorrow we have to start preparing for the God's Birthday celebration."
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. They didn't explain and left the men's room laughing and joking.
Wen Qing took a moment to relax, slowly looking at the other compartments, and after making sure that no one else was here to applaud love, he unzipped the zipper and drained the water.
After running the water, he took off his mask and hat and walked to the sink to wash his face.
The cold water extinguished the nameless heat in his heart, and Wen let out a breath.
Suddenly, footsteps and voices were heard at the door.
"Oz, I have seen you many times in the human world..."
The next second, the door of the men's restroom was pushed open.
Zhang Chengrun and Oz walked in one after another. Zhang Chengrun had a dazed look in his eyes. He grabbed Oz's clothes with one hand and unbuttoned his own clothes with the other.
Wen Qing was stunned. He looked at Zhang Chengrun and then at Oz.
The reactions of both of their bodies were obvious.
Wen Qing's head buzzed, and the temperature on his face, which had just dropped, soared again.
They also came to the men's room to applaud...
Zhang Chengrun didn't notice that there were other people in the toilet. He looked at Oz eagerly, breathing rapidly: "You also feel that there is something wrong with the prayer. I can help you..."
Seeing that Zhang Chengrun was about to touch him, Wen Qing quickly picked up his mask and hat, lowered his head, and walked quickly to the door.
Just as he reached the door, Oz's voice, which could quench ice, rang out from above his head: "Get out."
Zhang Chengrun's eyes were dazed and he was kicked out of the toilet by Oz.
The toilet door was also closed and locked forcefully right under Wen Qing's eyes.
Feeling Oz's gaze on him, Wen Qing's heart trembled, and he whispered, "I, I'm leaving too."
As soon as his hand touched the door handle, Oz 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 water droplets. His eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, and his long eyelashes were wet and divided into strands, trembling slightly like butterfly wings.
Looking at his trembling eyelashes, the heat in Oz's heart suddenly increased several times and he frowned.
"I'm sorry," Wen Qing's eyes turned red with fear, and he stammered, "I, I didn't see or hear anything."
He pulled his hand away, but couldn't free it from Oz's.
Oz's nostrils twitched slightly, and he smelled the faint sweet fragrance on him, which dispelled the disgusting fishy smell in the toilet.
Even though I didn't do anything, my lips and teeth were filled with his sweetness.
Oz pursed his lips and stared at Wen Qing's face: "Want to pass the level?"
Wen Qing didn't understand why he suddenly asked this. After hesitating for a moment, not daring to lie, he nodded and said cautiously, "I think so..."
Oz lowered his eyes, stared at his red lips, and said slowly: "Bite it for me."
"I'll take you through it."
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