A week passed in a flash, and everything changed unknowingly.

The students led by Lance learned that Ning Zhou was going to participate in the competition, and took turns to the training ground to do a sparring training under the encouragement of Qileren. Although these sparring training was a terrible amount of useful information at least.

Children of this age are really easy to coax. That day, Qi Leren forced Ning Zhou to finish carrying the list of classmates. The next morning, he pressed Ning Zhou, who was looking like he wanted to escape, at the door of the classroom, greeted the whole class one by one, and had to call out the other party's name accurately.

The students' expressions were so interesting at that time. Some of their pupils were quake, some screamed on the spot, and some were frightened and ran away.

Even Lance, who had been familiar with Qileren these days, was stunned at the door of the classroom for a long time, and finally replied "Good morning" and hurriedly escaped back to his seat.

Ning Zhou's face was so embarrassing that his face was flushed, and Qile was overjoyed.

Afterwards, Qi Leren interviewed Lance's mood. Lance said that he had suffered a great spiritual impact and was as shocked as discovering that Ning Zhou, the son of a holy nun, did not know how to magical skills.

But this incident started a virtuous cycle. When Ning Zhou greeted his classmates the next day, most people could already react and replied politely. The brave classmates even chatted with him for a while.

"So it's not very difficult," said Ning Zhou to Qi Leren a few days later.

"It's not difficult at first. You talk a lot when chatting with me." Qi Leren teased.

Ning Zhou also found this strange. Qi Leren could chat with him naturally, from the first time he met. Naturally, Ning Zhou didn't even realize that it was unusual for him to chat casually with his peers.

"Yesterday Lance told me that he originally thought it was strange that I couldn't learn magic skills well. But now he felt that my talent was just in other places, and I might be born to be the candidate of the Knights." Ning Zhou suppressed his inner excitement, but his bright eyes betrayed his excitement at this moment.

Qi Leren couldn't help laughing: "Is this his feeling of losing thirty consecutively against you in a sword battle with you?"

"Um!"

"Come on the game. If you can get a good ranking, it will be even better to join the Knights." Qi Leren said with a smile.

"It's not just a good ranking, I want to win the championship," said Ning Zhou.

"Wow, I'm very ambitious. But among the popular candidates in this competition, there are senior students who have passed the Knights of the Holy See. They are not easy to deal with, and you are only thirteen years old." Qi Leren reminded him, so that Ning Zhou would not have too high expectations.

"It's fourteenth soon." Ning Zhou hurriedly argued, and as soon as he said that, he stopped his voice.

His birthday is coming soon. Do you know about Qileren?

Qi Leren pretended not to see Ning Zhou's nervousness: "Okay, okay, okay, I'm fourteen years old, but I'm still in my growth period. If I want to tell me, the arrangement of this competition is very unfair. Participants of different ages should be divided into groups..."

The Qileren easily brought the topic to the improvement of the competition system. Ning Zhou was led away by him. As he spoke, he decided to write a report on improving the competition system of the swordsmanship to the Pope after the competition. He wrote down the key points first.

Xiao Ningzhou was so coaxing. Qi Leren looked at Ningzhou who was recording key points with a quill pen at the desk, and couldn't help but be cute.

Although he is not good at speaking and introverted, he has been a serious child since childhood.

Now he can talk to his classmates, and this is a good start. Even if he leaves later, Ning Zhou will have other friends. He will not be so lonely. Qi Leren is sincerely happy for him. He does not want him to be the only one in Ning Zhou's world. Ning Zhou deserves all the good feelings, of course, including friendship, many friendships.

If all this was true, Qi Leren thought to himself with regret.

Unfortunately, this is just a dream for the twenty-five-year-old Ning Zhou. It is his dream of longing to make up for the regrets of the past in the hell of pain and despair.

So when Qi Leren comes, he is always willing to come for Ning Zhou, even if it is just a dream.

So, the thirteen-year-old Ning Zhou had a dream that he loved him and was loved by him.

……………………

Early in the morning of the competition, Qi Leren was worried about the penguin egg that had not yet emerged. Today is Ning Zhou’s birthday, and it is the day for the swordsmanship competition to be held.

He planned to accompany Ning Zhou to the competition during the day, and when he came back in the evening, he took out his secretly prepared birthday cake to celebrate Ning Zhou's birthday. He also prepared other surprises for Ning Zhou.

He was sure that "Ning Zhou's past regret" in this mission must be one of the two.

But why didn't this egg hatch?

The people from the Holy See informed him that the departure to the border between the two borders had been in the past two days. If the egg had not hatched before departure, he would not be able to see the little penguin. He wanted to see the little penguin!

"I'll leave the egg to you today." Ning Zhou reminded him seriously when he arrived at the stadium.

Qi Leren nodded repeatedly with the egg in her arms: "No problem, don't worry!"

"Dear contestants, please go to the registration office to collect the number." The voice of the competition commentator spread throughout the field with the assistance of the amplification magic.

Ning Zhou was leaving, and he looked at Qi Leren's belly reluctantly, his fingers were ready to move.

Qi Leren smiled: "If you want to touch it, just touch it."

Ning Zhou looked around and saw no one paying attention. He quickly touched Qi Leren's arms. The penguin egg had only a shallow outline through the thick coat, but he seemed to feel the incredible power.

"It's saying cheering me up," Ning Zhou said.

A question mark slowly appeared on Qi Leren's head:?

"Really, I felt it." Ning Zhou's tone was serious.

"It's still small, but I can't speak." Qi Leren couldn't help but be serious by him.

"It can be said with sincerity, and I can feel it with sincerity." Ning Zhou completely entered the state of a silly father.

Qi Leren covered his stomach and tried to believe in metaphysics: "Then I'll feel it too."

"Disturbate." Lance, who had come to the two of them at some point, was twitching all his face, "When did you even have children?"

Ning Zhou's face turned red, and Qi Leren was very calm and waved to him: "Do you want to see? There is a big baby hidden in my clothes!"

Lance: "No, no."

Ning Zhou rushed to the competition, and Qi Leren and Lance came to the audience. This area was a special class in the church school. The students were discussing the popular candidates for this swordsmanship competition and talked until the start of the competition.

"There are hundreds of people who signed up, and it seems to be more than a whole day." Qi Leren and Lance chatted.

"Yes, we will ask Ning Zhou to eat together during the lunch break? Unfortunately, there is nothing delicious here at the venue, and it sells all black bread."

"Okay. Speaking of which, you can say something like eating with Ning Zhou very casually. I remember when I came to school on the first day last week, I invited you to dinner with Ning Zhou. Your expression was so funny. I was just asking me: How dare you ask Ning Zhou to have dinner with that casual tone? How dare you!" Qi Leren teased.

Lance scratched his head: "I dare not, either, but aren't you there? Ning Zhou is quite easy to talk to if you are there."

Qi Leren frowned in confusion: "Where is when I'm not here?"

"Ah... I feel that he doesn't seem to care about us."

Qi Leren: "But if you make a request to him, he will still agree, such as having a meal together or something."

Lance glanced at Qi Leren with a complicated expression: "You are the only one who will do this."

Qi Leren: "?"

Lance: "You have just come to the Holy See, but you don't understand. Ning Zhou is different."

Qi Leren: "I know that he is the son of the Holy Nun. Everyone has high expectations for him, but you should get used to it these days. He is also an ordinary person."

Lance chuckled suddenly, and he pointed to a corner of the field: "Look at him."

On the field, Ning Zhou was in a duel with a tall and powerful senior student. As soon as the referee's starting gesture fell, he had already set his sword. The sharp sword was about to attack the opponent as if he was about to split an iceberg. His opponent's reaction was half a beat slower, and he had to resist in a hurry. Without three moves, he forced him out of the designated competition circle and was eliminated and lost.

Ning Zhou calmly put his sword back into the sheath, bowed his head and bowed to the embarrassed loser, and then walked towards the next game without looking back.

The victory that was almost eye-catching and calm demeanor made all the audience unable to help but stare at this child who was about to enter his youth.

There is no need to ask others, every audience knows his name.

He is Ning Zhou.

This child, who has suffered many doubts because he cannot learn magic, is shining on the court.

Gently, the song came from the audience, a song commemorating the heroes who were injured and martyred in the war between the two worlds, "Dedicated to Marias". People sang songs with the rhythm, and the song became louder and louder, and more people sang songs. Those believers who have experienced the fierce war between the two worlds choked and tears rolled down.

In the cold extreme north wind, tears will freeze into ice, but hope will not, it will always be hot and shine forever.

They dedicated their singing to the martyrs and to Mary's young sons.

They look forward to him, to heroes and redemption.

"Do you dare to say that he is an ordinary person?" Lance asked while clapping his hands to the rhythm of the singing.

Qi Leren was silent.

He watched Ning Zhou be invincible on the field, and watched people cheer and sing for him, but what appeared in his mind was Ning Zhou's back drinking wine alone in the old church.

"No matter whether he is an ordinary person or not, I hope he can be happier." Qi Leren whispered, "At least today, let him be happy."

"today?"

"Today is his birthday. Ning Zhou lived in the dusk land when he was a child, where he had the habit of celebrating his children's birthday." The Qileren told Lance, "I want to invite everyone to his birthday party in the evening. Don't tell Ning Zhou first, this is the surprise I prepared for him."

Lance's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll inform the students now, everyone will definitely go."

Lance went to inform the students, and Qi Leren continued to watch the game, his heart full of distress and pride.

Once upon a time, the 14th birthday was unwelcome. Ning Zhou had no friends or penguins, and missed the swordsmanship competition. He welcomed the 14th year of his own who was extremely lonely and terrible.

He gradually indulged and rebelled, sinking alone in the cold quagmire until he suddenly woke up one day when he hit the bottom.

Now, in this beautiful dream, he has many friends.

Are you happier? Qi Leren asked silently in his heart.

It seemed as if the heart heard his voice. Ning Zhou, who had just left the city, looked up at Qi Leren in the audience. His blue eyes were bright and bright, and there was no longer the gloom of loneliness.

Ning Zhou raised the sword in his hand, pointed to the sky, and pointed to victory.

He was energetic and full of energy.

In the warm sunlight, he is young and handsome, like a holy son who was born favored by light, and answers with a bright smile—

Yes, I'm very happy because of you.

The author has something to say:

Ning Zhou’s real 14th birthday: Penguins were not raised, they did not participate in the competition, and they did not make a friend.

On the night of my birthday, I buried the dead little penguin in the cemetery of the old church, braved the heavy snow, and went home until dawn, missing my mother and hometown.

It was dawn, and he was fourteen years old, and he went from an unhappy child to an unhappy boy.
Chapter completed!