Please charm the god of light

Jesse and others were sent to a reformatory.Everyone in Huiliu Bureau arranged everything and left.

The nuns in the reformatory are very kind.On the night they arrived at the reformatory, they specially arranged a nutritious meal.

Jesse's stomach made a sound of pain.

Succubus, like humans, can digest "food".If you don't eat a meal, you will feel hungry.

After the meal, just as Jesse was about to take a rest with his head down, Mammy's voice came: "Oh, children, you must work with a grateful heart after eating. Hurry up and move tomorrow's ingredients to the warehouse."

Don't give me food, but also make me work!

Jesse was so wronged that he was going to explode, and his head buzzed from holding back.

He put a bag of potatoes in the corner of the kitchen, and the nurse standing beside him praised him enthusiastically: "What a nimble kid."

Jesse was about to turn around with a stern face, when suddenly he smelled the smell of roasting corn.Due to hunger, his sense of smell became more sensitive, and he could even smell the sweetness of the slightly melted icing on the surface of the corn.

Following the smell, he turned around and found that the source of the smell was that nun!

The nuns here are all elderly women who believe in gods, full of wisdom and compassion, and always love the weak just like the gods.Their heartfelt praise for the child turned into sweet corn roasts, which made Jeser's eyes almost filled with happiness. Under the extreme hunger, he didn't even have time to think about the evil god's arrogance.

"Mommy, I've sorted out all the vegetables piled up here."

The two nuns turned their heads and found a pale and slender black-haired boy wiping his sweat in the corner of the kitchen. He raised his head in relief, and his extremely clear and beautiful red eyes were shining.Beside his feet, sacks filled with various vegetables were neatly piled up.

Mammy immediately covered her heart.

"Oh, my good boy! Even if the mammy didn't assign you this task, you will volunteer. The gods praise you!"

It doesn't matter whether the gods praise him or not, the important thing is that he was fed a big mouthful of sweet and crispy corn!

There was a slight blush of satisfaction under his eyes.He could even feel the soreness in his limbs that had been tired and weak!

As expected of an evil god, he was able to find a way to have a stable meal!

The tip of his nose moved slightly, and suddenly, he smelled something else.

"Cheese pudding..."

The nuns suddenly turned in one direction. Although the children didn't know who was coming, they also stopped their movements at the same time.

A young man in a robe and silver-rimmed glasses walked around the corner of the yard, holding a thick cowhide book in his hand.His demeanor is cold and indifferent, but does not make people feel intimidated and alienated, as if he would answer every question and request for help in a kind tone.

"Mr. Wen Ting, good evening." The nuns greeted him, and turned to introduce to the children, "This is Mr. Wen Ting who teaches poetry to the children. He is the most knowledgeable and respected teacher here. "

The children greeted him together.Mr. Wen Ting nodded with a smile, and glanced at each of them.

Jesse suddenly felt an indescribable subtlety.

He smelled cheese pudding on Mr. Wenting.But this was the first time he met Mr. Wen Ting, and the other party had no reason to have special feelings for him.

"Did Mr. Wen Ting just come here?"

His smile is perfect: "I stood for a while. It's okay, I am very happy to see the children enjoying the labor."

Everyone covered their hearts.Mr. Wen Ting is so perfect and kind.

Under the lens, the eyes as blue and clear as the sky scanned, and found the black-haired boy in the crowd, bending slightly, as if to praise the boy for his dedication.

Jesse: "..."

As an evil god, being praised for doing good deeds makes him a little uncomfortable.

In the next two days, the children gradually integrated into the reformatory.This is the time when the reformatory is busy.

The labor camps in each place are regarded as the embodiment of the local rulers "following the gods and cultivating virtues".Because of this, they will become the achievements of the rulers to show the gods.

The Fifth Domain hosts a charity gala every year.The highest rulers of the fifth domain and the governors of the states will be present, and even the Huiliu Bureau will send senior officials of the God Whisperer.This is the best opportunity for the major correctional institutions to show their "divinity", win glory for the chief, and fight for funding for next year.

The nuns said: "The teachers are busy testing the children, and choose the most suitable representative to attend the evening party with the head of the school and show the demeanor of our school!"

The oldest child in the reformatory is almost twenty years old.After completing the courses, they will be assigned to work in public institutions and start their own businesses. They naturally know that if they meet noble people, their lives will be changed. The charity gala is their chance to earn a living.

Jesse didn't care about these things.

Recently, he has been focusing on fighting for his own three meals a day, and by the way, he has become a "very active and well-behaved" child in the teachers' mouth.

Because he can eat three meals a day, his complexion is rosy now!

One day, the nanny who was preparing the teaching equipment was busy and asked him to send the manuscripts used in the poetry class of the senior grades to the classroom in advance.Jesse happily went there after feasting on the baked corn.

However, as soon as he stepped into the classroom, the whole classroom seemed to be frozen in ice, and it was instantly quiet.

"It's that kid. He has the face of a vixen, and he's very dog-legged, clinging to the teacher and the nanny every day."

"You said, he is so active, is he eyeing the quota for the charity gala?"

"He was so greedy when he first came, and didn't take us seriously?"

In the end, I don't know who said something: "It's not because of this face, he thinks he has a chance."

All eyes turned to a senior boy: Song Ying.

Song Ying raised her hand and stroked her cheek.His face was once the biggest reliance.

In order to show their demeanor and appearance, the reformation centers would choose handsome young men with a clear temperament as their representatives.He not only has a good appearance, but also has a tall and straight figure. For this reason, he also specially exercises his body. Even the director said that he is suitable to represent the reformatory.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he coughed twice, walked up to Yeser, and said in a condescending senior tone: "Put the documents away. You just came here, and you can't understand these ancient poems. Chasing after the mother and the teacher every day it's useless."

Ye Se didn't intend to pay attention to them, but when he heard the tone, he frowned.

His evil god arrogance suppressed by appetite instantly occupied the heights of anger.

Song Ying smiled hypocritically: "You can leave. Thank you for coming to deliver things."

Ye Se also smiled and went back: "You have been here for so long, but you still don't understand the reason why you should not hold your own worth. It is useless to hold your own face every day."

The crowd was in an uproar.

"you!"

"No noise is allowed in the classroom!"

People around turned around and found Mr. Wen Ting standing at the door.

The white robe reaches down to the ankles, holding a scroll, and the light blue eyes under the lens are gentle and delicate.Yeser didn't like him, he always felt that Mr. Wen Ting was similar to the supporter of the God of Light whom he hated the most.

Ye Se didn't want to make any troubles, so he greeted politely: "Mr. Wen Ting is good."

"What are you doing?"

Song Ying smirked: "He helped deliver the manuscript, and I thank him on behalf of the class."

Jesse went back with a smirk: "I thanked him for his thanks."

Song Ying's expression froze, as if she couldn't suppress her anger, and said deliberately: "Mr. Wen Ting, ancient poems are also part of the selection assessment. Ye Se is widely loved by everyone. Give him a chance to participate in the selection. Stay together today. Let's do the poetry test!"

Everyone covered their mouths and laughed.

Mr. Wen Ting was always aloof but gentle, but at this moment his smiling face was slightly cold.

A voice agreed without authorization: "Okay!"

Song Ying was taken aback, she didn't expect Ye Se to be so overconfident.

He sneered, intending to see how Jesse would make a fool of himself, and even picked up the manuscript on purpose, cleared his throat to give him a bad blow.

However, a soft and clear voice of a young man was ahead of him, his tone was ignorant, but his pronunciation was extremely precise: "...the hymn in the clouds, buried in the evening bell of Sangliweiman..."

Everyone opened their mouths in shock.Many people's lips trembled, and they hadn't recovered from the convoluted pronunciation of ancient poems.

That's all, Ye Se turned to Song Ying in a "simple and ignorant" manner, and made up lies wronged: "I learned this when I had my parents. Senior Song, how am I studying?"

Song Ying was shaking with anger.

Jesse threw Shiwen away and rolled his eyes: I want you to waste my time. He could have helped Mammy grow potatoes and eat another bite of corn at this time!

Under Song Ying's resentful eyes, he threw away the poems nonchalantly, and bounced up to Mr. Wen Ting, grinning: "Mr. Wen Ting, I'll leave first after you go to class!"

Quirky, rebellious and determined.

Helpful, soft and cuddly.

Complicated and uniformly intertwined in that bouncing back, reflected in the light blue behind the lens, raised an imperceptible smile.

Yeser suddenly smelled a clear and distinct aroma of cheese pudding, took a big bite of it super satisfied, and narrowed his eyes happily.

He has never been so full!

So he stopped, turned his head, put away his hippie smile, and solemnly waved to Mr. Wen Ting: "Goodbye, teacher~"

The upward curvature of the thin lips seemed to have changed a little.

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