Chapter 209 Faith and Bet (Part 1)
Yan Xingxiu took a deep breath, trying to calm down his anxious mood, and said: "Principal Duan, your behavior is inappropriate. I will protest to the Ministry of Education."
"What's wrong? I am also trying to protect them."
Duan Qing pretended to be silly and cute. Even though he knew she was a super-strong woman, Yan Xingxiu couldn't stand her stunning beauty and extremely charming expression.
"Ahem."
Yan Xingxiu coughed lightly to come back to his senses, took a few deep breaths, and then pretended to be serious and said: "Principal Duan, I applied to the Holy See to transfer resources for 300 people.
Now, you are only going to transfer more than 30 people. I have reason to suspect that you are embezzling public funds for your own benefit."
"Inspector Yan, I didn't say I wouldn't transfer. I was afraid that they would die in vain, so I set up some small obstacles and only transferred those who passed the test.
As for resources, the school's accounts are clear, and I'm not afraid of anyone's investigation."
Duan Qing was like a cat stealing fish. Her smile was both meaningful and charming.
"Principal Duan, please don't change the concept!
The resources allocated by the Holy See must be used for their intended purposes, and the quotas allocated by the Holy See must be in place one by one.
My duty as an inspector is to supervise those behaviors that seem to be high-sounding but are actually for personal gain!"
Yan Xingxiu's expression was cold, and Duan Qing's smile gradually faded, and a faint murderous aura spread.
"Inspector Yan, are you threatening me, or do you want to interfere with normal teaching?"
If the previous Duan Qing was a charming and charming red rose.
Then Duan Qing at this moment is the black thorn irrigated by the Nine Netherworld, cold and cruel, like the end of all living things.
Yan Xingxiu moved his Adam's apple, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said hoarsely: "Principal Duan, I'm just discussing the matter.
This is an agreement between the Holy See and the Chinese high-level officials. You have no right or qualification to change it without authorization."
Yan Xingxiu also risked his life. This matter concerns his future and his life.
If you don't do it well, you will definitely die. If you do it well, you will rise to the top.
Anyway, you will die anyway, so you might as well bite the bullet and give it a try!
"Haha, it turns out to be a high-level agreement. I was confused."
Duan Qing's style suddenly changed. She was still a black thorn the moment before, and smiled the next moment, and turned back into a red rose.
"Huh, the bet was right."
Yan Xingxiu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead without a trace.
Duan Qing had a fierce reputation. If she suddenly turned against him, Yan Xingxiu would have no way to deal with it and could only stretch his neck and wait for death.
"However, I have a bad temper. No one can stop me from doing what I want to do."
Duan Qing changed the subject again, almost choking Yan Xingxiu to death.
"The martial arts circle follows rules, and everyone doesn't want to break the rules, so I want to bet with you."
Duan Qing looked charming, her beautiful eyes staring at the monitor, and said with interest.
Yan Xingxiu looked intently and saw Wei Dexian leading a group of people to their workshop.
"What are you betting on? How are you betting?"
Yan Xingxiu also knew Duan Qing's character. This woman who loves gambling like her life can do anything when she is crazy. She would rather use force if she can solve the problem peacefully.
"I bet that at least half of them will not finish their prayers after seeing the relief of the saint.
If I lose, I will immediately stop the screening and teleport everyone.
If I win, then it will be done according to my idea. Only those who pass the screening can be teleported, and the time limit is one hour.
If they still cannot walk out of the illusion after one hour, they will be disqualified."
Duan Qing smiled charmingly at Jiang Mingyang who was swaying with every step.
Hearing this, Yan Xingxiu felt relieved.
Believers must kneel down and pray when they see the saint. This is the most basic requirement for believers.
He dare not say anything else, but if he bets on praying in front of the saint, he is 100% confident that he can win.
The entire sophomore class grew up under his influence. How could he not have this.
Even if there was a small mistake before, which led to a collective strike by the sophomore class.
But the power of habit is terrifying. Once they return to a familiar environment, they will definitely be affected by habit.
This is why they can't stand up after kneeling for a long time.
Because they are used to kneeling, but not used to standing up.
Moreover, violence is not allowed in the library. There are only five freshmen in total, and they must not affect the thirty sophomores.
He will win this bet!
Yan Xingxiu agreed confidently, but Duan Qing ignored him and turned to look at the monitor...
After walking through the corner stairs, it is still a monotonous corridor, which is no different from the underground first floor.
It seems that there is only such a corridor in the entire underground second floor, and there are no other buildings.
Walking through the long and deep corridor, there is a bronze door at the end of the corridor.
The bronze door is tightly closed, and the left and right doors are ten meters wide and high.
In the middle of the two closed doors, there is a saint who is more than nine meters tall, wearing a hooded robe, and with wings of light stretched behind him.
The saint is surrounded by reliefs of flowers, birds, fish, insects, ancient ancestors, prayers and sacrifices, and ancient evil gods harming the world.
The bronze door was solemn and heavy, and the saints occupied two-thirds of the two doors, exuding a majestic aura.
It was as if he was the master of the world, the only true God worshipped by people, who could shine and cleanse all filth.
Although Yan Jiajue was a second-generation rich man, he still had the basic qualities of a believer of the Church.
The moment he saw the bronze door, he took the lead and knelt on the ground, holding his hands in front of his chest and praying loudly.
Jiang Qidong and his group also knelt on the ground and followed Yan Jiajue in praying.
After seeing them pray, the other sophomores struggled for a moment with ugly expressions, and then began to pray one after another.
The power of habit is terrible. Even Bao Sichen followed the crowd and slowly knelt down to pray.
As the voices gathered, the prayers were mighty and echoed in the wide corridor, as if the Lord's mercy came and washed the hearts of all believers.
Many people were helpless, but under the influence of the prayers, they gradually immersed themselves in it.
From this, it can be seen how terrible the infiltration and influence of the Holy See on Wuhan University is.
"Our Father in heaven: Hallowed be your name.
May your kingdom come; may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For the kingdom, the power, the glory, are all yours..."
In the monitor, thirty people knelt on the ground to pray. The screen of the monitor reflected Yan Xingxiu's proud smile.
"Principal Duan, our Lord is our spiritual sustenance and the source of a warrior's strength.
Although using prayer as a bet is a blasphemy to the supreme Lord, I still want to remind you that you have lost this round."
Yan Xingxiu reminded politely, like a triumphant general who was sure of victory.
Duan Qing pointed at the screen and smiled without saying a word. Just when the prayer was about to be completed, a sudden change occurred!
"Bang!"
Jiang Mingyang kicked the bronze door, shattering the prayer momentum accumulated by thirty people, and also interrupted the prayer that was about to be completed.
Everyone looked up in surprise, but Jiang Mingyang pointed at everyone and said angrily: "What are you doing!"