A few days later, Baiyun Temple, seven kilometers away from the university town.

"Are you serious, He Sirong?" Yuan Yueling widened her eyes.

The old Taoist in front of him was muttering something in his mouth, lit a talisman, burned it to ashes, sprinkled it into water, and brought it to Yuan Yueling.

Drinking this kind of thing...will you have diarrhea? She looked at He Sirong, who made a gesture of cheering up.

This is really not like what college students in the new century should do. Yuan Yueling smiled bitterly, her heart was straight, her eyes closed, and she drank it all.

The taste is... great.

Yuan Yueling pulled her face and stepped out of Baiyun Temple's door, her stomach churned.

"Yueling, walk slowly, wait for me!" He Sirong trotted all the way.

"If you do this for me again, be careful that I will turn against you. I will come to check the books, but in the end I will jump into the great gods to draw talismans!" Yuan Yueling said.

"Let's try it first, will it work?" He Sirong said: "Call Zhou Song quickly and verify it."

"I won't beat you." Yuan Yueling said: "I want to beat you."

"I'll just call me." He Sirong dialed Zhou Song's phone number.

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"What are you doing this Zhou Song?" He Sirong muttered: "Hey, why are you leaving again!"

After getting on the bus, Yuan Yueling found a corner to sit down, and He Sirong sat in the position facing her: "You haven't taken that medicine for several days."

"You really want me to eat him out of the way? It's not that there are no side effects, it's that the medicine is three parts poisonous." Yuan Yueling's eyes leaned out the window.

"Also, I don't think this is useless. He came again last night." Yue Ling added indifferently with her expression.

He Sirong gently kicked Yuan Yueling's snow boots: "Is that so? I've adapted to it, put on my shoes, so I'll just try it with someone named Zhou. What's your look?"

"I see you're itchy again." Yuan Yueling made a gesture to pinch her.

"Don't twist, don't twist, it hurts, I didn't tease you. Listen to me, in Japan, some girls deal with difficult suitors like this. First, agree to date, and then let them see the inappropriateness of their personality and living habits. People like Zhou Song are nothing more than obsessions. If they lose their obsessions, they will easily get rid of them."

Yuan Yueling pondered for a while without comment, and said softly: "You are the method of serving the tiger with your body? If it weren't for you, he wouldn't remember to buy shoes. It's blunt and reckless..."

"Don't compare anyone with Du Pengfei, this is unfair." He Sirong said with a smile.

"Don't mention him to me!" Yuan Yueling's face darkened.

"Yes, young grandma." He Sirong stretched the word "Yes" for a long time.

"Do you think this man is so slim?" Yuan Yueling looked out the window: "That's my own. Just stop Zhou Song and don't let me get beaten and implicate me. I've said too much."

In the future, you have to take good care of your own impulse, otherwise how can you achieve great things? Yuan Yueling thought.

"You, sooner or later, die in your own arrogance." He Sirong complained, and stood up and looked at the route map on the bus: "We will get off after three stops."

"What are you going down? Don't you go back to school?" Yuan Yueling was puzzled.

"Turn 8104, go to the Datao Mosque."

"You are crazy, why are you going to the mosque?" Yuan Yueling was speechless.

"Ah, I have been to the temples and Taoist temples, and then there are only mosques and churches."

"If you want to go, you can go by yourself, I won't go." Yuan Yueling had a headache.

"Then you would tie Zhou Song together for the rest of your life, I have no objection." He Sirong said.

"Where is that big peach...?" Yuan Yueling was helpless.

"Hey, look." He Sirong took out the Gaode map and struck it for her to show it.

"It takes 4 hours to go back and forth, and I still have a lot of books I haven't read." Yuan Yueling was very anxious.

"It seems too far away." He Sirong muttered: "Why don't you go to the church in the town first."

Yuan Yueling's stomach made a rumble sound: "Let me go to the toilet first."

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At the same time, Zhou Song was sitting upright in the English Level 4 exam room, and lined up a whole box of brand new 2B pencils in his hand on the table. These pencils were all he had prepared for this exam, oh no, there was actually a paper cutting knife. Logically speaking, Zhou Song did not need to take this exam, because his failed scores were useless again. He might have been able to gamble and buy the answers, but the money had become UCC. Now Zhou Song has begun to decide to change himself and take every exam seriously, which is naturally one of the important changes.

After the test paper was posted, Zhou Song wrote the name and put it aside, and began to focus on sharpening the pencil. Sharpening the pencil is a delicate work that requires delicate techniques and full patience. First, peel off a layer of the thick wooden skin with a heavy blade, then push the shallow blade obliquely, slowly exposing the black lead core hidden in the remaining outer skin for one bar, which can only be one bar. The lead core is soft and brittle compared to the outer skin. If it is too long, it will break if it is not hard and all previous efforts will be wasted. Next, you should stand the pencil tip downward at a large angle, scrape the blade downward along the angle, and scrape the original cylindrical refill from both sides into a duckbill shape suitable for filling out the answer sheet.

As we all know, the national college 4th English test time is 125 minutes, and a box of pencils is 24. Zhou Song can sharpen one every 5 minutes, then apply the answer sheet in 5 minutes, choose C, and have a perfect plan. Sometimes he generously agrees to provide his creation to those students who forget to bring pencils or pencils in the examination room. The invigilator will also routinely approve his flawless test papers after reading his flawless test papers. The pencil sharpening skill has been perfect after Zhou Song's past few years, many exams, and more than ten hours of concentration.

After perfectly creating two sharpened pencils, Zhou Song felt something strange. It was not the invigilator's grief, but the fact that he found that he could understand the English on the radio? Could it be that this year's test questions were very simple, as well as to the high school level?

Zhou Song was not a person who could sit and watch opportunities pass by. He threw away his pencil, spread out the test paper, and quickly found the current progress of the listening questions, and acted intently and efficiently like an intelligence officer who finally captured the enemy station signal.

An hour later, Zhou Song submitted the answered test paper and rushed to the toilet.

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Yuan Yueling looked up and looked at the three big words "Catholic Hall" above the building.

As a major in architectural design, she had visited this church a long time ago.

It is neither big nor small, and is located in a small town adjacent to the university town. It is flooded by surrounding buildings in this winding path.

When Yuan Yueling first saw it, she was very disappointed. Not only was its scale incomparable to the European cathedral seen in the information, but its aesthetic taste was also very far-fetched - in fact, it was very ugly.

Rather than a church, it looks more like a Chinese-style ancestral hall.

As Christmas approaches, banners hanging at the entrance of the hall are all celebrating together, as well as some small decorations such as Christmas trees and ivy.

He Sirong knocked on the door for three minutes. When she was about to give up, the small door next to her creaked and a fierce old man walked out: "Who are you looking for?!"

Good guy, the two of them were so arrogant that they were three points shorter.

He Sirong said hesitantly: "We... want to visit!"

"Are you a church member?" the old man asked in a rough voice with his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

"What...fruit friends?"

The old man shook his hand, turned around, walked into the narrow door halfway with his back, and was about to close the door.

"Hey, I'm so furious!" He Sirong stepped forward and pressed against the door: "What's your attitude?"

"Forget it, Xiaorong, let's go back to school." Yuan Yueling advised.
Chapter completed!