I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 21

2021-06-23

Chapter 21 A Day in the Life of a Little Nun

"Hello everyone, I'm Harley, Harley Quinn!" Ha Lily full of smiles to say hello to new roommates.

This is a room as big as Gotham High School's dance studio, more than 150 square meters, rectangular.

The imitation porcelain wall is affixed from the bottom, with a person-high sky blue small tile.

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, one row of ten beds, single beds, about one meter apart, with a small wooden cabinet at the head of the bed.

Lunch has already been eaten at this time. At about one o'clock in the afternoon, under the supervision of the mothers, 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 thinks there are two strong girls in their twenties?

Obviously, this is impossible.

You can leave the orphanage at the age of eighteen.

So, there is only one possibility left, the big American girls all look old.

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

"I'm Angela, 15."

"I Yes."

Under Sister Sister's gaze, the girls greeted the newlyweds feebly one by one.

The girls were nothing special (no stunning looks for Harley), only one 13-year-old girl with black hair impressed Harley.

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

Her name is "Barbara". She was also born in 1992. She is also delicate and shy. Halle thinks of her friend, the little black girl Barbara.

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

Most items are taken away by administrators, deposited and returned to her when she is an adult.

However, Harry also received new clothes and daily necessities at the monastery, such as two sets of little white clothes (white robes for prayer), a new wool sweater, a black cotton wool coat, a metal The 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 saw that several girls were also unable to sleep, peeking at her.

She was laughed to them.

They laughed too.

Harry suddenly felt tired and drowsy.

Lunch at 12 o'clock, lunch break at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and class starts at 2:30.

The lessons are surprisingly simple.

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

Harry is licensed and does not need to take basic cultural classes. She can go to the playground to run and play football, or go to the gym to play iron, and go to the dance studio to play herself, but there is no professional gymnastics or table tennis teacher to teach her. she.

monastery has sports teachers, but they are just regular teachers.

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

The St. John's monastery 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 sword technique and kayaking.

Harry was in a much better mood after sweating and venting her excess energy and stagnation accumulated these days.

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

Taking a hot shower and putting on a voluminous nun dress, she trotted to the Great Saint Hall.

At 5:20, all body refiner masters will worship Saint Physique together.

Including the gardeners, doormen and other handymen, there are about 80 teachers, and the students are in the early 300s.

Led by Mother Teresa, all teachers and students knelt down in front of the crucifixion statue.

To worship Saint Physique, 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.

Lord! Busy in the world, even while praying, distracted by family matters.

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

Lord! Right 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, ha Li has traveled for more than ten years and followed the local customs. She has been a Christian for more than ten years, but she doesn't quite remember the lyrics of "Worship the Lord".

Indeed, there's more to Saint Physique than just one song.

She can only look solemn, her mouth is open and closed, her ears are open, while masquerade as having an ability, she tries to memorize the lyrics that others sing.

"Worship you, worship you in the evening, worship you, in the morning, worship you, in the night watch, worship you, when no one is there. I want to praise, I want to worship, worship makes me happy, worship makes my heart happy, worship”

No wonder it takes half an hour to worship Saint Physique every time, a complete process has nine The steps are 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, chant, has no fixed song.

Fifth Step, listen to the Gospels recited by the old mammy.

Sixth Step, meditating on this day to this moment, is probably similar to "a gentleman examines my body three times".

However, this realm has too high requirements for personal "wisdom", and most people are in a daze.

Seventh Step, expressing the voice of supplication to the Lord, is a personal prayer session.

The eighth step, repent, no matter if you are 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 Saint Physique event is over.

Harry was surprised to find, no more, no less, exactly 5:50, half an hour.

At six o'clock dinner starts, and at seven o'clock they gather in small groups for mass and evening prayers.

At half past nine, everyone goes to bed.

"Little Ba, Little Ba!" After the lights were turned off, Harry fell like a Little Mud Fish in the quilt, his fluffy little head drilled to the end of the bed and called softly to the opposite bed.

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

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

It's Barbara.

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

It took only half a day for Harry to get acquainted with her.

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

In addition to Barbara, there are 12 other girls in the dormitory, all of whom are familiar with each other. Even the men and women in the other dormitories know that the monastery has come to her number one, and they are all with her. Greeted.

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

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

Barbara didn't speak, and seemed to acquiesce.

Harry asked: "Everyday all want to worship Saint Physique and do Vespers?"

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

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

"Ai, it's been almost eight years, I've been here since I was nine, and another year , I can go out." The black sister Lena sighed.

Harry was speechless.

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

"She didn't come long." Lena added.

Now Barbara spoke, "It's been a long time, it's been almost seven months."

"Humph——" The big black girl Reina coldly snorted, very upset, " Harry, you have to ask me if you want to know about this stinky pit, I am more qualified than many teachers here."

In the dark, Harry brows slightly wrinkle.

She doesn't like this nigga, it's not that she is black - although she is indeed darker than the other niggas, the kind that can't see her features in broad daylight with her eyes closed and mouth closed - first of all, Reina's The appearance is not pleasing, the cow is tall and big, almost 1.9 meters tall, thick and strong, with an orangutan face and big buck teeth.

Harry has never denied that she is a face control.

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

Haley has not been here for a day, but I have seen her bully the little orphan several times.

For example, in the bathroom at night, Reina drowsily squatted on the chair, Barbara and another sister-in-law, Angela, blushed and helped rub their backs. Angela complained "hands" So sour", 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 going to be a red fruit boxing match with Harry on the spot.

The result can be imagined, the big man Reina was knocked down by Harry in three or two strokes, punched in the lower abdomen, and she cried out in pain.

Halle thought she would avoid her from now on, but she didn't think that only a few hours later, the two-faced person took the initiative to start a conversation with her

Seeing that Harry didn't answer, Lena each minding Their own business changed the subject, "I know you, Halle. I read about you in rugby magazines because you smile so good, because you win so often, even Olympians, 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, she could hear Lena's envy just by the tone of voice.

“Why?” Halle said strangely.

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

"Are people coming? 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, Reina sneered, moved Towards Barbara's bed sarcastically: "Old Witch originally left this little bitch with this good opportunity, but they thought she wasn't happy enough, and instead they fell in love with the 'happy' Hans who was playing basketball on the court. "

"Who are you talking about?" Harry frowned.

"What do you think?" Lena asked rhetorically.

Is Old Witch referring to Mother Teresa?

Little Bitchi.

It seems that Lena looks big and three thick, but her mind is actually quite fine.

If she dared to directly say that the dean's mother is Old Witch, she would probably be snitched; Pool.

(End of this chapter)