Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
No matter what the female priest thought.
Xia Ling stayed in the etiquette department while Bai Ran went to the theology department.
In the afternoon, Xia Ling went to look for Bai Ran.
In the solemn classroom of the theology department, more than a hundred students sat at the side.
Bai Ran sat alone at the side.
It was obvious that he was isolated, but his expression was calm.
His slender fingers flipped through the theology book in his hand, as if it would not disturb his emotions because of external things.
The light came in from the window and fell on his fair side face. His appearance was holy and handsome, as if he was a god.
Even though everyone’s eyes fell on Bai Ran, they were all extremely amazed.
However, what was suppressed was still the discussion.
“The holy son actually has dark energy in his body now.”
“His divine body has also been lost.”
“I don’t know why he hasn’t returned to the church. I heard that the great priest has been looking for him.”
“Isn’t this blasphemy… against the church?”
…
Xia Ling raised her eyebrows and half-leaned against the door, her hands casually placed in her trouser pocket.
Her gaze swept around, and she called out with a smile on her lips.
“Bai Ran! Stop looking, let’s go!”
Her voice was like jade, very pleasant to the ear.
However, this voice was especially loud, and the entire classroom was shocked by her.
The theology department had always been quiet and solemn, just like the etiquette department. One department and one classroom, when had they ever been so noisy?
*
“You are?” The class monitor of the theology department stood up.
Xia Ling curled her lips. “I am a new transfer student from the etiquette department. Let me introduce you to Bai Chu, Bai Ran’s boyfriend.”
The smile on her lips was unrestrained, and her arrogance was at its peak.
However, there was a faint scarlet red in the bottom of her eyes.
Her handsome appearance was frivolous, but she was extremely powerful.
Her outstanding appearance was not inferior to Bai Ran in the slightest, but his obvious provocation and wanton behavior made the people from the theology department frown.
Where did such a vampire come from?
And he had this kind of relationship with Bai Ran?
In front of everyone, Bai Ran looked indifferent, but a blush flashed across his eyes.
He closed the book, stood up, and walked to Xia Ling’s side.
He said in a low voice.
“Stop talking nonsense. Let’s go.”
“Okay, let’s go.” Xia Ling smiled.
She took Bai Ran’s hand and naturally kissed his thin lips.
“Let’s go.”
The handsome boy and the holy boy suddenly kissed each other.
This exciting scene made the people in the theology department dumbfounded. Some were angry, and some were embarrassed.
But they had never been taken to heart by Xia Ling.
Bai Ran’s face was boiling hot.
In front of so many people, she actually kissed him as a man again.
He was afraid that in the future in this academy, he would not be able to get rid of this reputation of liking people of the same sex.
*
He left the teaching area together with Xia Ling.
They interlocked their fingers openly in the face of everyone’s strange gazes.
Bai Ran’s heart pounded.
Xia Ling’s expression did not change.
Along the way, Bai Ran could feel that this embarrassed emotion was very lively.
It was something he had never experienced before.
He probably had a tendency to have a split personality?
Every time he was led by Yun Chuxin and did all sorts of outrageous things, he would have a faint sense of excitement.
Bai Ran had stuck to the rules for too long.
That was why he liked to see the female priest. When he heard that he was together with Yun Chuxin, his expression was pale and shocked.
He liked to see the students of the theology department who had isolated him. He liked to see the expression on his face when he kissed Yun Chuxin and his jaw shattered on the ground.
This feeling was very exciting. It was something he had never thought of!
*
In the afternoon, Xia Ling and Bai Ran lay together on the lawn at the back of the mountain of Blessed Academy.
