The fake daughter-in-law holds the script of Long Aotian

The sun came up in the morning, making Shen Mian feel a little uncomfortable. She slowly walked out of the crowd and came to a shady place, where she heard some people talking.

"Pastor Xiaoyun has been conducting awakening tests for us for several years. Why is he still a trainee pastor?"

"I heard that it was Pastor Dayun who was stuck, otherwise Pastor Xiaoyun would have become a regular employee long ago."

Most of the stewards present had fled, and only a few were chatting under the shade of the trees. No one noticed Shen Mian, who was eavesdropping.

The steward's formal attire is very conspicuous in the farmer's vest and shorts.

The children in charge are also particularly proud among the children of farmers.

An inherent class.

"So cruel?" A steward who was vaguely being squeezed out said in disbelief. "I heard that pastors cannot get married before becoming a regular priest. Pastor Xiaoyun must be in his early twenties. It's such a waste of time. This old girl has a bit of a perverted mentality. .”

"Jing Wu, Pastor Dayun is Pastor Xiaoyun's cousin, how could you harm a girl like this?" A steward glanced at him, "When our Shen family is talking, why do you, a foreigner, get in the way?"

The topic changed and the stewards began to argue about the unfairness of the land allocation, which family was only allocated an old mine, and so on.

Shen Mian felt bored and was about to run away. When he turned around, he saw Yun Su a few steps away, looking at her with a gentle and calm smile.

Shen Mian felt guilty. Rather than being caught gossiping about others, it was obviously more embarrassing to be caught listening to her gossip.

Shen Mian's social anxiety suddenly broke out, so she had to pretend to be a child who didn't understand anything.

Yun Su's soft and slightly plain face was actually somewhat pious and holy at this moment. She didn't know who to explain to someone: "It's all the Lord's grace."

But your master doesn’t look like a good guy, Shen Mian complained softly in his heart.

No, you are not trying to make a living, but you really believe in this sexist stitch monster.

how to say?

"It's... pretty good..." Shen Mian responded vaguely in a low voice.

"So, can you be the first child to awaken a supernatural medium and set an example for everyone?"

"Hmm...Okay...be busy..." Shen Mian was about to lower his head and run away, but suddenly looked up, "What?!"

The trainee pastor’s eyes were sincere: “Isn’t it possible?”

Shen Mian felt himself shrinking under this gaze: "Okay."

No, I am a F-, destined to be embarrassed, what can I do? !

Someone come and save me! !

Shen Mian's heart was ashen.

……

When they saw that the lucky winner in the first test was Shen Mian, the children on the scene immediately went crazy.

"Why is it her!" "She deserves it!" comments kept coming and going.

Shen Mian just wanted to say: "Do you want this blessing for you?"

Now it was like she was about to take an exam that was destined to fail, and her real-name transcript would be released to the whole grade. This could only be said to be the retribution of a salty bastard.

"Everyone, watch out. Now I will demonstrate with her how to use the Type I machine. I will only demonstrate once. Please pay attention to our actions and don't whisper to each other!" Yun Su's voice echoed throughout the audience.

If his gaze had substance, Shen Mian would probably be pierced by thousands of arrows at this time.

Why should a person like Shen Mianmian take the limelight?

Chen Mian continues to dig his toes into the ground.

……

"The I-type machine is used to assist in condensing superpower media. Being able to condense superpower media is a prerequisite for having superpowers."

Yunsu walked to a white machine. The machine was about two or three meters high and looked like a huge, thick cocoon. She pulled the handle, and the inside of the giant cocoon was displayed to the public.

However, to the disappointment of the children who were expecting to see some cool light pollution effects, the inner liner of the giant cocoon was the same color as the outer shell, but the interior was empty.

Yun Su looked at Shen Mian and motioned for her to stand in the giant cocoon, and Shen Mian raised her legs and walked in.

Almost as soon as his head entered the giant cocoon, the machine made a loud whistle and announced loudly: "Superpower medium detected, preliminary confirmed to be a person with superpowers!"

Shen Mian was expressionless: His ears hurt so much from the shock! But I can't say! Woohoo...

There was an uproar!

Although there is a 4/5 chance of being unable to practice F- if there is a medium with supernatural powers, there is already a one percent chance of being able to condense a medium with supernatural powers!

Among the thousands of children present, there were only a few dozen who could condense supernatural media!

The eyes of some people present were red. How could Shen Mian be so lucky after more than ten years of prosperity?

……

Yun Su was a little surprised, but still said with a smile: "Just in time, I will take advantage of this lucky kid's good start to explain how to use this machine to assist in condensing the supernatural medium when it is detected that there is a supernatural medium. .Children, your name..."

Yun Su paused, obviously thinking of the rule not to ask for information about subjects, and quickly changed his words.

"Okay, kid, stretch out your hands flat and put them on your chest."

Yun Su nodded, "The medium of supernatural powers may condense on both the left and right hands, so be prepared in advance."

"The only thing you need to pay attention to is to keep your emotions stable. Emotional instability will lead to mental turmoil..."

An arrogant middle-aged male voice suddenly interrupted her.

"There hasn't been a mental energy turbulence accident in two hundred years, and we still talk about this old thing every day."

It was the male priest who had been slacking off just now, who walked near the machine at some point.

Shen Mian thought: Da Ge, don't set this flag like this when I'm about to test, is it okay?

By the way, is this what the steward said, Pastor Yunsu’s boss and cousin, Pastor Dayun?

"After all, it is the temple's request." Yun Su replied calmly, then lowered his head, "Next, I will close the door and follow the machine prompts for the rest of the process."

Shen Mian nodded, and the white door slowly closed in front of her eyes, blocking the sight of people with different emotions outside the cocoon.

……

To be honest, she doesn't have any claustrophobia, and the space inside this machine is not small, like a standing capsule hotel.

It's a little silly to keep your hands outstretched, but it's okay if no one sees you.

The system has been updated for a long time. Shen Mian looked around the inside of the machine and saw nothing special.

Last night, she learned that although the testing potential of the Type II machine was more important, the principles of the Type I machine were more complex and more expensive, involving the "mental world" and "subconscious ocean", such as metaphysics.

Although the system had guaranteed that no one in this world would be able to discover her time travel, the psychology involved always made Shen Mian feel confused.

However, after waiting for a while, there was no response from the machine. Shen Mian thought mockingly to himself, it would not really silence my time traveler aura.

……

Slowly, a warm and slightly tipsy feeling came to my heart.

She seemed to be back when she was working out of town. An acquaintance sat in front of her at a roadside stall late at night. Beer, edamame, chicken gizzards, salted duck and crayfish were placed on the table.

The street lights above their heads were bright and dim, and the two of them were talking nonsense.

Shen Mian didn't know why he suddenly had a desire to chat.

However, when she was about to speak, the acquaintance raised his head.

Shen Mian was excited, this machine had begun to work and began to affect her!

The so-called "acquaintance" in front of me is Uncle Zhao Xshan, a frequent visitor to the Spring Festival Gala sketches who grew up with northern children.

Maybe Shen Mian's mood was too wrong, the acquaintance's face flashed, and turned into Teacher Zhao Xrong of "Palace Jade Wine" again!

Does an old social creature with no friends deserve to be humiliated like this? How abominable!