I Like This Dream!

Lance never thought he could hate someone so much.

Before Earl Edward died for his country, people often told Lance that his mission was to protect the children of his family, just like the successors of the branch for hundreds of years. But when everyone, including his father, asked for it, his mother didn't think so.

Lance's mother is a devout omega. She would rather wear the white robe of a saint than a wedding dress. His mother had told him with longing again and again how holy and beautiful the Cathedral in Alinggu was, and how glorious St. Andrew's College was. The omegas there will become holy ones and, like the priests that only betas and alphas can serve, are the Lord's beloved shepherds. The Lord’s shepherds are all brothers and sisters. They don’t have to struggle for wealth and fame, and they don’t have to worry about their surname, family, or branches. They only have the glory and joy of the Lord. Every time he had to bow his head to someone with the same surname and swear allegiance to a sick little girl, the dome of a cathedral he had never met repeatedly appeared in Lance's mind.

His mother's death only made Lance's desire grow stronger. After the death of Earl Edward, he finally found the opportunity and came to the seminary of his dreams. Here, hymns are played every morning and evening, and the shepherd candidates are addressed as brothers and sisters. Their last names are irrelevant. They speak the same language that the common people do not understand. Lance found a place here, turning a blind eye to the family's repeated letters urging him to return. He had long since escaped the despicable world, and Lance was proud of that.

But here comes Anna Sullivan, bringing her disgusting sinfulness with her. She slaughtered the entire Sullivan family. No, this is not the reason why Lance hates him. Everything in the world has long been meaningless to Lance. He hates that sinners cannot be punished and dare to maintain the arrogance of a noble. She didn't even salute Lance, a prefect! Does she think she is still the eldest lady of her family who is superior in the world?

Not only the first meeting that made people so angry that they didn’t want to recall it, but also the second time that Lance condescended to point her out (“Oh, that’s great, thank you!” the girl said while moving as fast as a rude and rude inferior. ran towards the cafeteria), the third time he passed by accidentally (everyone stood up and saluted him, except Anna who was sitting still with her chin in her hands), the fourth time he passed by deliberately (he stood in front of that person, blocking the aisle In the middle, she walked away without dignity), every time.

Lance felt he had an obligation to teach her a lesson, whether as a prefect or as a righteous Sullivan. He was ordered not to publicize the tragedy, but he could publicize Anna's shameless nature. On her first day at school, she followed the saint's class with the intention of doing something evil. She was arrogant and lazy, even missing morning and evening classes. These two things are enough to illustrate her arrogance and lewdness. After Lance's revelation, everyone stayed away from her.

St. Andrew's Theological Seminary was favored by the suffering monks because the building on the top of the snowy mountain was huge and empty, and only the whistling of the wind could be heard all year round. The time here will be stretched infinitely, and just a few hours can make people feel lonely for several days. He originally thought that isolation would help the other person learn to lower his arrogant head, but he never thought that Anna would show no repentance and even get worse.

Lance's plan was actually implemented very well, but unfortunately, it was too difficult for a nervous otaku who did his work at home and all his entertainment projects on the computer to realize that he was isolated.

Anxu felt very happy and no one bothered her. The atmosphere of the religious college is really good, and it is indeed her dream. She received a black robe. Although it had fewer patterns than the one worn by Lance, the hem was large enough and she was quite impressive when swinging it. Everyone eats a kind of white grain called manna. It has no taste and taste, but it is convenient to eat and no one suffers from malnutrition. It is really a magical food. An Xu thought while eating, it would be great if there was such a thing in reality, so that he would not have to worry about cooking and eating every day.

The only drawback was that she failed to learn any skills. At first, she followed the pastoral students from sunrise to sunset. Most of the teaching content was religion and history, as well as some mathematics, music and other courses. There was indeed a class that taught how to meditate, but in that class everyone made no sounds, just gestured, read, and closed their eyes in prayer. What's this? Self-study class? An Xu, who didn't understand gestures or read words, tried closing his eyes to rest, but he couldn't feel anything and inevitably ended up falling into a coma.

An Xu gave up. She fell into the abyss of skipping classes like the unfortunate person who went to college with great ambitions, only to find that all the teachers were teaching in a mysterious dialect.

In the following week, she did not attend morning classes or evening classes (that is, chanting scriptures, which is probably the same as morning self-study and evening self-study). At least she participated in the weekend worship service, and the hymns were quite nice, but she still wrote on the piece of paper she got. Reading the heavenly book, An Xu had no choice but to open his mouth and pretend that he was singing too. After singing and lining up to leave, she felt as if needles were pricking the back of her head. When she turned around, she saw the bad-tempered boy glaring at her again. An Xu waved to him openly, but he pretended not to notice, turned around and strode away. An Xu found to his regret that to turn such a menacing arc, one really needed two long legs.

During this time, she figured out that she was a transfer student in sixth grade, and Lance was in eighth grade, only two years older than her, that is, fourteen years old. Foreign boys are really anxious about growing up, An Xu lamented. She looked at the long-legged Lance with envy, who stood out among the fifth graders, and comforted herself that he hadn't started growing at the age of twelve.

In the evening before the third week, Anxu was blocked in a small corridor. The person blocking her was a big boy. He was only a few steps away when his shadow blocked An Xu.

An Xu was on his way to dinner, walking with his head buried in his face, and bumped into the other person. The big man stood still. An Xu himself was pushed back a few steps, and then he raised his head and looked ahead. It was very difficult to see the other person's face, and she had to take a few steps back to save her neck.

I'm sorry. She apologized absentmindedly, leaning against the wall, ready to wait for the other person to leave first. The big man looked at her with a stern face, showing no intention of leaving.

Anna Sullivan, he said, I'm Mason Manan.

Nice to meet you? An Xu said uncertainly. She felt that now it was very similar to the scene before Look at you and Look at you. She also felt that this was a religious college after all, and no gangsters would get slapped in the face. You must be a slap in the face.

You have been absent from morning classes and evening classes. You have brought shame on us by not completing your homework. Mason said word by word.

An Xu thought about her schoolwork. Some courses did have pre-study and review tasks, but she couldn't complete them even if she didn't know how to read. After that, no one asked her to accept them, so she forgot about them. She nodded in recognition and asked, What's wrong with embarrassing you?

We are classmates! Mason said angrily, You made the sixth grade class unsatisfactory, and the entire sixth grade was shamed because of you!

An Xu was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party seemed to be blackmailing his elementary school students, but in the end it was just the elementary school students urging them to hand in their homework? Is this a dedicated religious education committee member? Wait a minute, comrade study committee member also looks too... I'm sorry Lance, I shouldn't have put that description on you before. You don't look anxious at all. Only this study committee member deserves this honor!

An Xu suddenly remembered a joke. A mature-looking middle school student was not wearing a school uniform and left early after the exam. A parent chatted with him and asked him, Are you here to pick up your child too? He was too lazy to tell and nodded casually. So the parent sighed with emotion: Then you gave birth to the child very late!

An Xu held back his laughter, but not the curve of his mouth. The giant primary school boy said anxiously: Do you still want to quibble?

No. Thinking that he was being cornered by the study committee member in charge, An Xu couldn't get serious. Are you the sixth grade prefect?

If you're not a prefect, can't I educate you? Mason puffed up his chest, looking stern in appearance.

You didn't really want to be a prefect but didn't get it, right? An Xu asked casually.

Mason's mouth moved for a long time, and he suppressed a loud Repent! Anxu began to wonder if this meant I am thinking about the next thing, but I will try my best to scare people first in religious slang. After adding so many points to body shape, there is really not much left to add to intelligence. Is it okay for you, a future legal system person, to allocate skill points like this? From now on, we can only use the gavel and the flail? She gave the giant primary school student a sympathetic look and prepared to turn around and leave. You can't add fashion points to a primary school student in a verbal spat.

Her shoulders were grabbed, and Mason tried to twist her hands behind her back, but due to the handcuffs on her hands, he had to lift them and fold them onto the back of her head. You didn't realize your mistake at all! Mason declared, I will take you to copy the Confession a hundred times and repent to the teacher you despised!

I don't copy, and I don't know how to read. An Xu rolled his eyes, The education here is terrible. You can just put people into any grade, and there is no preparatory class.

Are you contemptuous of St. Andrew's Seminary! How can you not read! Mason shouted, I'm going to tell Mother Mary, she will whip you!

An Xu burst out laughing and asked: If you can't argue, tell the teacher? I will also tell God and let him spank you...

A slap fell on An Xuzuo's face, making her ears buzz. An Xu was quiet. She was helpless. Why did the people in this dream like to slap, regardless of gender? Where the hell did this eight o'clock stall come from? You're a tall, bratty brat, and you slap a weak little girl, are you embarrassed?

Anxu actually made the mistake of blaming the other person. Mason's slap was very in line with the standards and was an act of an educational violator recognized by the college. It was consistent with the prophet's teaching that when the left cheek is slapped, the right cheek should be slapped. If An Xu knew her shame, she should obediently give her right cheek and let the giant primary school student slap her again.

It's a pity that An Xu doesn't want to beat a primary school student, let alone be beaten by a primary school student, no matter how much the beating fits the allusion.

Her unchecked foot kicked up sharply, accurately focusing between the elementary school student's legs. Like a primary school student, he has grown a piece of flesh, which is in line with the target range of his nirvana. Mason let go of his hand with a cry. After his hands were free, Anxu immediately slapped him twice, once on the left and once on the right. It was crisp and sweet, and the red color was very symmetrical.

An Xu's life creed is, if anyone slaps me on the left cheek, I will definitely slap him on the left cheek and the right cheek.

Mason rushed forward angrily and rolled into a ball with Anxu. This time he didn't tell any allusions. When the primary school students started fighting, they immediately returned to their original nature. An Xu also returned to his original nature. He poked his eyes with two fingers, causing the big man to scream and close his eyes and beat him randomly.

What's it like to have a painless fight? It's probably similar to rolling around in bed wrapped in a thick quilt. An Xu's small body was no match for the big man, and he was shaken dizzy. He thought that he must be quite stupid when he was wrestling with the quilt. He didn't know where he was on the bed now... Is she still on the bed? It always feels like it has rolled down before. God forbid, don't hit the cabinet, don't hit your face.

Big has weight and she has nails. An Xu was as fierce as a crazy cat, but unfortunately his legs were pulled back by his hair. Mason grabbed her hair and pushed her to the ground like a mountain. An Xu looked at the hands waving in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation in her heart: thanks to being blocked here, she was hungry.

The cost of preventing her from eating was high, and immediately, Mason realized this.

The big man let out an earth-shattering scream, his voice rose an octave and the whole tone changed. Stop! he wailed, you sinner! I'm going to tell Mother Mary!

It was useless to tell the Jade Emperor, An Xu bit his finger tightly, like a crocodile looking for food (or a bastard, An Xu was bitten by the latter because of his weak hands, which is a shame), and he would not let go no matter what. Mason came to pry her teeth, and the more he pried her teeth, the tighter she bit them, even grinding them from side to side. Mason's continuous screams were as sharp as a bird's and sounded hilarious.

It wasn't until they came out of the corner that Lance and the classmates behind him saw what was happening. The tall Mason pushed Anna to the ground. Anna couldn't see clearly for the time being. Mason himself was screaming and crying.

Lance paused unconsciously, not wanting to admit that he was frightened by this bizarre scene. Mason is a famous big guy in the sixth grade, with enhanced physical abilities, a good thug, and full of honor. Unfortunately, he is not very smart and has a short temper. This is why Lance chose to instigate him to teach Miss Sullivan a lesson. Anna did cause the Sullivan tragedy, but what else could she do without her powers? Lance originally wanted Shi Shiran to bring someone over to rescue him, but he never thought that the one screaming here was Mason himself.

Looking from the front, Anna is by no means intact. She had a nosebleed, one side of her face was swollen, and her hair was disheveled. Her whole body was suppressed by Mason, except for her mouth, where her blood-stained teeth bit Mason's finger, and the wound was deep enough to show the bone.

Everyone stop! he ordered, or I will take action!

The entangled two people ignored him completely, and Lance just said this. A good teacher has a reputation. After all, except for special circumstances, the academy does not allow students to use powers on each other. Frost gathered in his hands, and then he saw Anna raise her eyes and look at him coldly, with the corners of her mouth curved.

Click.

Mason stopped screaming. He stood up suddenly, grabbed his hand and gasped. Blood was gushing from his grip, dripping onto the floor and onto Anna.

Ana stood up slowly while holding on to the wall. She looked at Lance and spat out a finger as if to demonstrate.