Aguila chewed on the fish and left. He also has a thick lesson plan to review and all kinds of books in his hand, and it seems that he is a person who loves to read.

"Shalena, if you keep pestering, Xiu won't have much time to study tonight." The priest took the Bible and patted Serena on the head.

Like a granddaughter who had been educated by her grandfather, Salena covered her head and said with some dissatisfaction, "Isn't a priest supposed to love the Bible?" That's not right! ”

"The clergy love the scriptures, which are the scriptures, and the carrier is nothing but paper, because the scriptures are written. Besides, books are meant to educate you, so there's nothing wrong with knocking them out. Marshall's smile was tinged with affection.

He seems to smile at all of them, and he seems to love all of them.

Therefore, all those whom he loved also loved the old man.

Salena covered her head and said to Xiu, "Okay, then I won't bother you." Learn well with Father Marshall, you know! Also, you need to make up for more than Father Marshall's religion! You also have to make up for my Honkai class! ”

Xiu nodded, "Then when do I start?" ”

"This—" Serena looked at Father Marshall.

"My homework has already been assigned, and it will take a long time to complete it, so you can discuss the time with Xiu without thinking about me." The priest said with a smile.

"Then," Salena thought for a moment, "tomorrow, you will come to the office tomorrow night." I'll give you a make-up lesson. ”

"Maybe I want to?" Another young teacher passed by and picked up a piece of fish from Selena's box, "Although my class is only a small part of this year, are you still interested in arithmetic?" ”

It was their math teacher, and Xiu was most impressed with him. He thought math was a boring subject, but in his class, it became interesting. He made Xiu realize that mathematics is not pure numbers, but the application of life is not a simple number, but the comparison of combat effectiveness, the distribution of food, and even the calculation of class time.

Students are now wishing for a later end of class.

The idea is for every lesson, aside from the fact that the class is really fun, is that it's much easier and more comfortable than training. It's a pity that time is passing after all, and the end of class will come sooner or later.

Of course, it would be better if his painting skills could be improved. The young teacher seems to be able to draw stickmen only and not straight.

"Of course, if the teacher is willing to give me tutoring, I am very willing to come." Xiu hurriedly said.

"Then I'll be in the evening after Selena." He chewed on the dried fish and said, "You have to bring a pen and a textbook." ”

"Okay!" Xiu nodded.

"Mar, can you please not take my snacks so lightly!" Salena closed the box and put it behind her, "And kidnapping my students by the way!" ”

"This is not a crutch, I am also his teacher, and he also handed in my blank papers." The young teacher obviously didn't agree with the word "grab" used by Shalena, and incidentally ignored Shalena's dissatisfaction with him taking the fish pieces: "Besides, Shalena, don't talk about my class, he didn't miss any of the six courses, and he handed in all the blank papers... Oh, it seems that Marshall's Godfather's roll he made a little, but also dyed a large sheet of ink! It stands to reason that all six of our teachers should have to make up the lessons. He seemed to think of something again, "Suzanne can not be counted, her classes are not much to make up for at all, they are all practical courses." It is estimated that there will be no shortage of training every day, and there is no need to make up for classes at night. ”

"Oh, so many people, it looks like I'm late?" An old godfather with pale and withered hair and a black robe walked up. This was Bishop Augustine, who taught Latin

Compared to Father Marshall, the Augustinian church father was much older.

If Father Marshall was an amiable clergyman, then Augustine was more of a rigorous bachelor.

Although he was a clergyman at the level of a bishop, he was constantly studying literature. Because he prefers the stories of people in his life to the stories of the gods recorded in the Bible.

After all, the gods are the supreme beings who live above the ninefold heavens. They inhabited palaces supported by tall stone pillars and wore gorgeous garments that mortals could not imagine.

They are beings from above.

And man is just a creature crawling on the ground, and he is worthless compared to God.

People are fragile and can die too easily. It is already very difficult for people to survive in the world, shouldn't people care more about their existence?

All you need to fear God is enough, so why spend so much energy trying to please those who don't care about you?

Can the dance of ants holding up leaves attract the attention of the eagles in the sky?

Maybe it can attract anteaters.

Human survival is already difficult, and there is no need to focus more on the ethereal gods. Faith and reverence are enough.

"No, old friend. You're just stepping on the spot. Father Marshall put down the book in his hand and looked at Augustine with a smile, "You, as usual, came at just the right time. ”

"Did you catch your evening tea?" Augustine also brought some smiles to his face. The two old men laughed understandingly.

"Teacher... Guys, looks like I'm coming over every night, huh? Xiu stared blankly at the five teachers in front of him.

"Of course." They replied in unison.

"Oh," Xiu bowed his head.

It seems that I won't be able to rest for the rest of the night...

But there is no way, who made him hand in the blank papers. Make-up classes are considered punishments, and they should be.

Xiu sat honestly on the side, letting the teachers continue to discuss how to organize their evening time. He sat quietly on a stool and looked through the Bible in his hand.

It was not easy for the five teachers to agree on a schedule, because three days of a week were devoted to a great deal of physical training, and these three nights were definitely exhausting, when the learning efficiency was at its lowest, and no one else wanted it, including Bishop Augustine, except for Father Marshall, who was willing to choose a day here.

Academics are also very strict about the status of students, because they don't have much time to educate others. Although there is no one to push them for a timetable, the thirst for literary studies that makes them spend more time reading or creating the literature they love.

If you don't have the best learning content because you're not in a good state, and you have to make up for it in the future, you have to talk about it again.

That's a waste of time.

But there are not a few people who think the same way. That's what everyone thinks, so they've been at loggerheads.

Godfather Michelle's persuasion was to no avail, so he had to reopen the book, flip through it little by little, and quietly wait for them to finish their discussion.

Xiu looked at Father Michelle reading a book.

He just sat there, leaning back in his chair, flipping through the books little by little with his lap on his legs. On the table beside him, there was only a candle that shimmered with a dim yellow light, and a pure white porcelain quilt.

This scene is from the bottom of my heart, and I think of one word to describe it.

Be quiet.

No matter how noisy it is, no matter how tense it is, it will not affect Father Marshall.

He was quiet as if he were in another world, and nothing around him could interfere with him. At this point, all he had in his eyes was the book.