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Chapter 21 A Day in the Life of a Little Nun

"Hello, everyone, I'm Harley, Harley Quinn!" Harley greeted her new roommates with a smile.

This is a room the size of Gotham High School's dance studio, over 150 square meters and a rectangle.

From the bottom of the imitation porcelain wall, there are small sky blue tiles that are one person high.

The wall near the walkway has no windows, and the outside wall has five old-fashioned shutters on the yard wall.

20 beds, divided into two rows, ten beds in a row, single beds, spaced about one meter apart, with a small wooden cabinet at the head of the bed.

Lunch had already been eaten by this time, and at about one o'clock in the afternoon, under the supervision of the maids, the girls all returned to the dormitory for a lunch break.

There are only 14 girls including Harley, and the remaining six beds are empty.

The girls are almost all white, with only one big black girl, no Asians or browns.

Age from ten to Harley felt like there were two strong girls in their twenties?
Obviously, this is not possible.

to leave the orphanage.

Then, there is only one possibility left. The big American girls look old.

"Hi Harley, I'm Raven, from '95."

"I'm Angela, 15 years old."

"I'm."

Under the stares of the nuns, the girls greeted the newcomers feebly one by one.

The girls didn't look very special (no stunning looks for Halle), only one 13-year-old brunette impresses Halle.

She's cute, too, with a delicate, shy, lovable temperament, but that's not the point.

Her name is "Barbara", and she was also born in 92. She is also delicate and shy. Halle thinks of her friend, the little black girl Barbara.

After a simple greeting, the other girls lay down on the bed to take a nap, and Harry came to her bunk, tidying up and saluting lightly.

Most items were taken away by the keeper, stored in storage, and returned to her when she was an adult.

However, Harry also received new clothes and daily necessities at the monastery, such as two sets of small white clothes (white robes for prayer), a brand-new wool sweater, a black cotton wool coat, and a metal cross.
The quilt was already laid, and Harry put his belongings in the box and lay down too.

Looking at the grey cement ceiling, she couldn't sleep.

She turned her head and found that several girls were also unable to sleep, peeking at her.

She smiled at them.

They also laughed.

Harry suddenly felt tired and had some sleepiness.
Lunch at 12 o'clock, lunch break at 02 o'clock in the afternoon, and classes start at 30:[-].

The lessons are astoundingly simple.

The purpose of church orphanages is not to help people become talents, but to free orphans from illiteracy.

Harley is licensed and does not need to take basic culture classes. She can go to the playground to run and play football, or go to the gym to do irons, or go to the dance studio to do herself a favor, but there is no professional gymnastics or table tennis teacher to teach her.

The monastery has gym teachers, but they are just regular teachers.

Halle played tennis all afternoon against the training wall by herself.

St. John's Abbey is indeed old, but it covers a large area and has all kinds of sports facilities. There are even special training grounds for courses such as bow and arrow shooting, classical swordsmanship, and kayaking.

After sweating all over, venting her excess energy and stagnation accumulated these days, Harry felt a lot better.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the bell for the end of the class rang, and Harry hurried to the public bathroom.

After taking a hot shower and putting on a large nun dress, she trotted to the Cathedral.

At [-]:[-], all teachers and students worship the Holy Communion together.

Including gardeners, doormen and other handymen, there are about 80 teachers and students in their early [-]s.

Under the leadership of Mother Teresa, all teachers and students knelt before the bronze statue of the Crucifixion.

To worship the Eucharist, of course you have to kneel.

"Dear Lord, Jesus, we thank you for letting us come to your supreme stage every night to spend half an hour with you.

Oh God!We are usually so busy with the world that even when we are praying, we are distracted by family matters.

Now let's calm down, calm down, and listen to your teachings.

Oh God!You are in the shrine, right in front of our eyes, let us worship you reverently, praise you with singing, and let us sing "Worship the Lord at Dusk". "

It's embarrassing. Harley has lived in the countryside for more than ten years, and has been a Christian for more than ten years, but she doesn't quite remember the lyrics of "Worship the Lord".

Indeed, Eucharist is not just a song.

She could only look solemn, her mouth opened and closed, her ears open, and she tried to memorize the lyrics that others sang while she filled her mouth with words.

"Worship you, worship you in the evening, worship you, in the morning, worship you, in the night, worship you, when there is no one. I will praise, I will worship Worship, Worship makes me rejoice, Worship makes my heart rejoice, Worship”

No wonder it takes half an hour each time to worship the Eucharist. A complete process has nine steps, almost a passage of scriptures and a song.

"Worship the Lord at Dusk" is only the first song, the second is "Under the Loud Sound of the Waterfall", and the third is "My Soul Longs for You".

The fourth link, chanting chant, has no fixed song.

The fifth step, listen to the old mama recite the Gospels.

The sixth step is to meditate on this day to this moment, which is probably similar to "a gentleman examines my body three times".

However, this realm is too demanding for personal "wisdom roots", and most people are in a daze.

The seventh step is to express the voice of supplication to the Lord, which is a personal prayer session.

The eighth step is to repent, whether guilty or not, first say "Jesus, I'm sorry, I'm guilty", Barabara, and then sing "Tears of Gratitude".

Finally, tell the Lord that our prayers for today are coming to an end, and then we will praise the Lord again and end with the song "So Great."

Well, basically singing.

With a uniform "Amen", today's Eucharistic service is over.

Harry was surprised to find, no more, no less, exactly five-fifty, half an hour.

Dinner starts at [-]:[-], and at [-]:[-] we get together in small groups for mass and evening prayers.

At 09:30, everyone goes to bed and goes to bed.

"Xiaoba, Xiaoba!" After the lights were turned off, Harry lost his head in the bed like a small loach, and his fluffy little head drilled into the end of the bed, calling softly to the opposite bed.

"Harry?" A weak voice came from the opposite side, surprised, timid and weak.

Then there was another "rustling", and a little black head "looked across the river" with Harry.

It's Barbara.

She pushed back her black curly hair, revealing a fair and small face, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

In only half a day, Harry got to know her well.

Harley is lively and cheerful, loves to laugh, looks good, and has many skills to become a star student in the United States. It is easy to get along with the people around her.

In addition to Barbara, the other 12 girls in the dormitory were all familiar with each other. Even the men and women in the other dormitories knew that she was the number one person in the monastery, and they all greeted her.

"It's okay, I just can't sleep, I want to ask you about the situation of this monastery." Harry said.

In fact, as soon as the nuns left, the sleepover in the dormitory began, and Harry didn't seem abrupt at all.

Barbara didn't speak, and seemed to acquiesce.

Harry asked, "Do you do Eucharist and Vespers every day?"

"This is the church orphanage, what do you think?" This is not Barbara, but Lena, the only black girl in the bedroom, who is three beds away from Harry.

Harry continued to ask Barbara, "How many years have you been here?"

"Oh, it's been almost eight years, I've been here since I was nine years old, and in another year, I'll be able to go out." The black sister Lena sighed.

Harry was speechless.

"Baby, what about you?" she asked again.

"She didn't come long." Lena said again.

Now Barbara spoke, "A long time, almost seven months."

"Hmph—" the big black girl Reina snorted coldly, feeling very upset, "Harry, if you want to know about this stinky hut, you have to ask me, I'm more qualified than many teachers here."

In the darkness, Harry frowned slightly.

She doesn't like this black girl, it's not that she's dark—although she is indeed darker than other black girls, the kind who closes her eyes and mouth, and can't see her facial features clearly in broad daylight—first of all, Reina's appearance is not pleasing, cow Tall and big, nearly 1.9 meters, thick and strong, with a gorilla face and big buck teeth.

Harley has never denied that she is a face control.

In addition to her bad looks, Leina has a bad personality.

It hasn't been a day since Harley came here, and she has seen her bullying the little orphan several times.

For example, when taking a shower in the bathroom at night, Lena squatted lazily on a chair, Barbara and another sister-in-law, Angela, blushed and helped rub their backs. Angela complained, "Hands are sore." She was slapped on the head with a slap.

Harry couldn't see it and said a few words.

Then the powder keg named "Rena" was ignited, and there was a boxing match with Harry on the spot.

The result can be imagined, the big man Reina was brought down by Harry in three or two strokes, and two fists hit her lower abdomen, causing her to scream in pain.

Originally, Harry thought that she would avoid her from now on, but she didn't want to have only a few hours before the two faces took the initiative to start a conversation with her.
Seeing that Harley didn't answer, Reyna changed the subject on her own, "I know you, Harley. I read about you in rugby magazines, because you have a good laugh, because you win so often, even an Olympian. Win, they call you smile queen."

"Yeah." Harry responded casually.

"Harry, I bet you won't be here for a month." Without looking at the expression on her face, you could hear Lena's envy just by the tone of voice.

"Why?" Harwich asked.

"All families who are going to adopt a child will be the first to see you. You are a super class, and compared with you, we are not at all competitive." Reina said sourly.

"Do people come here often? When was the last time a child was elected?" Harry asked.

"On average two or three times a week, just three days ago, a pair of university professors from north of the state picked up Hans."

Speaking of this, Lena sneered and sneered towards Barbara's bed: "Originally, this good opportunity was left to this little bitch by the old witch, but people thought she wasn't happy enough, and instead they took a fancy to playing in the stadium. 'Happy' Hans playing basketball."

"Who are you talking about?" Harry frowned.

"What do you think?" Reina asked.

Did the old witch mean Mother Teresa, the dean?

Little Big Pool.
It seems that Lena looks big and three thick, but in fact, her mind is still fine.

If she dared to directly say that the dean's mother was an old witch, she would probably be given a small report; if she dared to scold Barbara Bichi in front of Harry, she would probably be beaten, this Hei Bichi.
(End of this chapter)