Dressed in some tattered old clothes, Channing looked down a street in a civilian neighborhood that was in relatively good condition. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info here is obviously different from the slum where I live.

Along the way, people with colorful hair, a few breakfast shops that have just opened in the morning, trees on both sides of the road. He observed this exotic world with a blank face.

It's a bit like Europe in my own world. Looking at the buildings that looked like residential buildings, he nodded silently, his eyes flashing with a bit of novelty.

After walking forward for dozens of minutes, and finding that the passers-by on the road began to increase as he walked and stopped to check like this, Qian Ning looked at the time in a clock shop on the side of the intersection, and couldn't help but speed up his pace. If Rael's memory is correct, the first lesson of the day was a religious class, and one of the most important classes in a church school.

After walking two blocks, he glanced at the tall dome-shaped building at the corner of the street, and after entering the gate, he followed the route he remembered to a certain floor of the building.

"8th grade class C. Along a staircase that could accommodate four people up and down, Channing walked upward. The second floor, no, the third floor, stood in some strange and familiar floor, and after sweeping a wooden sign with red characters hanging on this floor, he climbed to the floor above.

"Rael. After standing at the top of the stairs for a while, Qian Ning was just about to turn left and enter a classroom where chanting psalms was being chanted, when a middle-aged man who came down from the upper floor suddenly stopped him.

"Your Excellency. The young man turned around and subconsciously said respectfully. Glancing at the light of the colorful colored glass behind the other party, he performed a simple religious salute to the gray-robed man behind him.

"Yes. The bishop nodded, and the man looked at the thin boy in front of him, as if to affirm the other's somewhat unstandard knot gestures. It's already very good, but he's seen a lot of kids studying here who can't even teach even the simplest doctrines, and the kid in front of him can be regarded as the kind of serious study. "I heard you've been sick for the last few days, are you okay?"

Hearing the question of the bishop in front of him, whose authority was similar to that of the head of the school, Qian Ning's eyes flashed unnaturally, but he was quickly suppressed by himself. The body is restless, or rather, the timid Rael is still troubled. "I'm all right, my lord. ”

He replied without humility, and made the Lord's heart smile when he saw this scene. With a wave of a gesture to leave, the gray-robed man looked at the emaciated child's back and fled into the second classroom on the left side of the third floor.

Standing in front of the classroom door and making a report to an old man who was in class, the old man in black robe nodded after seeing Rael's face and signaled that he could enter. Apparently, the clergyman also knew about the condition of the emaciated boy outside the door.

Sitting along the separate desks, where the body used to sit, Channing quietly glanced at the young men in the classroom who were sitting precariously, and the chant had stopped long since the bishop stopped him. Sitting quietly in the middle of the classroom, he listened blankly as the old pastor in the pulpit spoke about the world's religions.

"Where did I just come from?" the priest blinked his cloudy eyes, as if thinking about something. Walking back from the first row to the podium, the old man flipped through the tome on the podium and traced his fingers up and down for the original text of the doctrine he had been preaching for a short time.

"Oh, yes, the Demon Chapter. When God met the Son, he saw that he was pure in nature, but he had a trace of evil thoughts in his heart, so he simply took the evil thoughts out of the body of the Son and sprinkled them on the earth......

A morning passed in a state of thinking about things or being in a daze. Except for a history lesson in the middle that he was slightly interested in, the rest of the religion, mathematics, and music he regarded more as an understanding of the world's level of education. The students in this room were even worse, except for the first religious class, which was still a little like that, and the rest of the class began to do their own things, except for a few guys who could listen.

The whole environment is a bit noisy.

By noon, it was almost time for dinner. The students sitting in front of the door waited for the music teacher to pack up their instruments and leave, and then they couldn't wait to walk out of the classroom and run towards the cafeteria.

Following the flow of adults to a place that resembled a window to receive a plate of lunch, Channing sat thoughtfully at a dining table before he thought of the mystery of this religious school.

Religious teachings spread from the lowest and most needy people, which undoubtedly bears some resemblance to some of the successful organizations in their own world.

First of all, lunch in this school is free, and the tuition fee is very cheap and almost free, so many adults in the slums will send their children here to discipline or take the opportunity to save a mouthful of lunch money in the family.

And for poor children who really want to learn something but can't afford to pay the tuition, it's also a good place. If you have completed your studies, you can stay as a pastor or be sent to a higher church school for further study. It is also possible to get a good job in the city such as bookkeeping or management with a skill, and even work as a small clerk in the government department.

So, it seems, this is also a place with good opportunities, for the children of the poor. Although it is more often the case that they care more about the free lunch at noon, some things that accumulate over time are undoubtedly planted from the depths of their hearts and ears from a young age.

Scooping an unknown dish of potatoes and beans into his mouth, Channing unusually cherished every grain on his plate and poured it into his stomach. Every edible piece of food means life for a survivor.

After eating at noon but there was no so-called lunch break, and there was a lesson in the classroom called writing, and Qian Ning and the others were taken by the teacher of the next class to a somewhat gymnasium-like house at the back of the classroom.

Martial arts lessons. Looking at Rael's previous memories of this subject, the thin boy had the impression that although it was an optional lesson in a church school, it was a two lessons that were as important to the students of the church school as the religious class.

Because taking a religious class is only about whether you have lunch or not, and every time a student who does well in a martial arts class has the reward of getting an extra meal or even taking home the meal at the next lunch. Among them, there are many rewards for adding vegetables, and the most coveted one is the so-called meat reward.

This memory caught the survivor's attention in Channing's mind, because from the images Rael remembered, the so-called meat with vegetables did not look like ordinary domestic meat. That stuff smells good. He once saw a classmate eat a piece with his own eyes, and for this reason the classmate who had eaten meat seemed to have the illusion of radiance.

"What is it?" said Qian Ning's heart. His gaze calmly looked at the young girls who had begun to practice some simple movements, and after carefully watching them a few times, he lost interest.

For him, who has a long experience in fighting, how can he not see that those seemingly impressive movements are just some tricks that are good for his body after long-term practice, and they are similar to some martial arts in his own world.

In a corner, I simply moved my weak body, and I didn't do any drastic movements. Because he knew that for this weak body, those actions were more likely to waste his physical strength. Half-squatting on the ground and pulling ligaments, not far from the center of the martial arts hall, the bishop in a gray robe was holding a hard-shell book and began to randomly report numbers and names.

Catching the right practice is one of the most important criteria for testing the results of your martial arts training.

Standing on the periphery of the five or six crowds and watching a few so-called battles, the gray-robed bishop called out, the name of Qian Ning's body, and then a sound in his head made him stunned for an instant.

"Number 15, Rael. Number 23, Lando. ”

"The host is detected to be currently open to the match, and the arcade system is officially activated. Hosts can receive rewards after completing the activation conditions. ”

"The body has been partially digitized, the relevant attribute panel has been automatically summarized and converted, and the current unit can be freely read in the attribute panel to view the relevant information. ”