"That's a happy trouble, isn't it? Anyway, I quite like how lively our academy is."
Watching Lu Mian leave and feeling the warmth he left behind, Theresa curled the corners of her mouth slightly absent-mindedly.
"Yeah, it's nice to be so lively like this."
Chapter 17: Irresponsible Otto (Two in One)
After Lu Mian and Theresa arranged and discussed everything, Maya and the others settled down in St. Freya's Academy.
Mei Ya was arranged to live in the last remaining room in Lu Mian's dormitory.
Sirin temporarily lived in Kiana's body and began her "dark" observation.
It is worth mentioning that since the appearance of Meiya and Xilin, the frequency of Kiana coming to Lu Mian’s dormitory from time to time has increased exponentially.
What happened?
Although it was really hard for her to stay calm because of being "ignored", Lu Mian could still understand Kiana.
After all, he was also a young orphan, and he had a similar desire for fatherly and motherly love in his heart.
only......
He can't get his father's and mother's love back, nor does he need to look for it.
So far, we have finished talking about the settlement of Mea and Celine. Let’s also talk about the accommodation arrangements for the remaining Bella, Agatha, Aurora and Galina.
They took the dormitory key that Lu Mian got from Theresa and found a dormitory on the same floor and moved in.
There were exactly four girls, and they divided the four rooms in the dormitory.
Not more, not less. Should we call it a coincidence?
In addition, I don’t know if it is a coincidence that this dormitory is on the same floor as Lu Mian’s.
Or was it Teresa's rare attentiveness and ingenuity?
Who knows.
All in all, after a brief period of bustle and freshness, St. Freya Academy returned to peace again.
Everyone living in the academy also returned to their daily lives.
After a good night's sleep, Kiana gained several older sisters and a mother, and was immersed in the family love every day.
If it weren't for the pressure of make-up exams looming day and night, I would really be enjoying myself here and wouldn't want to fly away.
Let’s observe a second of silence for Mr. Siegfried who is currently in jail with his two good friends.
Meiya and Xilin also took on the responsibilities that they should bear as mothers and sisters.
Let’s not talk about Maya, who already has rich experience, and instead talk about Xilin, who has always been taken care of and given in by her family.
She has also grown to a certain extent - although she is still surprisingly the same as Kiana in many cases, she is also able to take care of this silly Fu Fu's sister in some subtle ways.
In time, I should be able to become a very qualified insect keeper.
In addition, another person who should be mentioned is Theresa.
She actually bought a helmet...
In her words, this is not just a meme or a joke, but it is really useful.
As we all know, when it comes to construction, people generally don't just build a few buildings and leave them unused for fun.
In an academy, especially one that does not have the task of college entrance examination and is only responsible for imparting knowledge to students in the academy.
How many teachers can be recruited?
Then wouldn’t it be enough to just build a random building, even one that doesn’t have to be too tall, to serve as teachers’ dormitory?
This is what Theresa thought and did when she was planning the building.
However, judging from the speed at which Lu Mian is bringing people to St. Freya Academy, it is not enough, far from enough.
At present, this teachers' dormitory building is showing signs of being insufficient.
I guess it won't take too long to build a new building in the school...
Therefore, large-scale construction is necessary!
When Theresa gave this explanation, she looked slightly teasing but helpless. Lu Mian couldn't hold it back and smiled as if he wanted to use the Flame Fist.
He then took the other person's helmet and modified it as an apology and expression of gratitude.
At the end of the picture, Theresa is sitting in the office, holding a pink and white cat-ear helmet in her hand, with an indescribable expression of both laughter and tears on her little face.
But judging by how much she cherished the helmet later on, she still liked this gift very much.
As to whether one likes the gift or the person who gives the gift, it is unknown.
Finally, let’s talk about Lu Mian.
In addition to dealing with a group of young girls and even young women on a daily basis, and torturing introverted and timid students in the health room and being tortured by extroverted and enthusiastic students.
He once again began his devilish training - although he was no longer in a hurry to save the world or fight against the collapse, he still did it in the end.
It’s not because of any excessive sense of justice, responsibility or belief.
Perhaps, only when life has completely gone awry can one understand the value of such rules.
Anyway, he prefers and is accustomed to such self-discipline compared to being in a daze and living a life of drunkenness and dreams all day long.
Just like that, the world continues to turn, and today St. Freya Academy remains stable and peaceful.
Of course, St. Freya Academy is not the only place operating in the world.
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early morning.
Above Europe, the floating island of the Destiny headquarters.
The bishop's office is elegant and grand, but the furnishings have not changed, but there is an inexplicable feeling that things and people have changed.
The faint morning light shone through the window, and crystal dew condensed on the clear crystal glass.
Under the window, behind the desk, Bishop Immaculate, wearing a platinum bishop's robe that had not changed in five hundred years, was responding to someone's call.
"Mom, it's fine that you and Aunt Karen suddenly left me to go and enjoy some free time with my 'grandfather', but why did you leave me with so much work?
"If it weren't for the help of Aunt Tesla and Aunt Ain, I would have been exhausted to death." During the communication, a girl who looked like Otto said so.
The girl looked young, with a pair of clear green eyes like flawless glass, and her soft golden hair tied into a neat low ponytail at the back of her head.
She is as beautiful as Otto, but less calm and composed than Otto, and more radiant, soft, lively and cheerful that only belongs to an adolescent girl.
What he was wearing was a platinum bishop's robe that was almost the same as Otto's.
It's like confirming some kind of inheritance.
The girl's name was Messiah, Messiah Apokalis.
Facing Messiah's complaint, Otto's heroic eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything softened for a rare moment, and he asked in a gentle voice:
"Really? But I've already finished all the hard work before I left. The workload left for you now should be only one-tenth of what it was when I was in office.
"Little Messiah, you should be more diligent. You should know that the sky over there and the entire Destiny Floating Island are now on your shoulders."
In a word, the Messiah on the other end of the communication line was made into the "Destined Weightlifting Champion".
At the same time, Messiah couldn't hold it in anymore and started to act like a spoiled brat, "So, mom, you usually do ten times more work than I do now?
"Why are you running away with Aunt Karen? Even Xu Kong Wan Zang can't handle this kind of work intensity! If this continues, I'll really have to find a way to run away."
The words sound serious, but in fact they are more like seeking praise and recognition.
Come to think of it.
After all, she is now in a high position and is responsible for the people of the world, so she cannot leave no matter what.
I have no other relatives around me except my two aunts, so it's inevitable that I feel a little lonely.
Otto could also understand Messiah's feelings, because she had experienced such loneliness, confusion and even fear before, so she could naturally empathize with her.
What's more, they are mother and daughter.
So, how did she fight against this emotion and stand up in the end?
I can't remember...
Otto was silent, thinking, and reminiscing, but his eyes unconsciously lowered to his left chest - there was a lily blooming there, a golden "green" lily.
Seeing the golden brooch, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly, drawing an arc called "happiness".
Then, she smiled happily, reached out and plucked the golden lily from her chest, her voice soft and loving, just like a mother's invisible hand caressing her:
“If you ask me to judge, little Messiah, you have done a great job. If we were put in the same situation, I don’t think I would stand out much better than you.
"Come on, good children deserve rewards, whether it's praise or a sweet candy. Here—this is for you."
After saying that, the pair of delicate hands holding the golden lily easily broke through the space and connected the two separated worlds, and then gently placed the lily on the left breast of the girl opposite.
Although the time, place and characters are different, the emotions contained therein are the same.
Messiah carefully and lightly swept his fingertips across the golden lily on his left chest, feeling the real touch and the residual warmth of his body temperature.
For a moment, I didn't know what to say, "This, this is?"
In her vague memory, her mother would often caress the lily on her chest like she was doing now.
There was an incomprehensible silence and distraction in his expression.
And just now, this lily blossomed on her chest in the form of inheritance...
The Messiah wanted to be praised, wanted to be recognized.
But I don’t know what kind of deep and long-lasting emotions are hidden in such a golden lily.
I don’t know, but this lily is actually the answer.
Praise and recognition are not individual cases worth mentioning, but an ongoing state, hidden in one quiet daily life after another, waiting for inspiration.
When a child becomes successful and does something remarkable, they will naturally appear;
Children are useless and mess up a lot of things, but these problems still exist. They are just dressed in new clothes and become encouragement that gives people courage.
Some truths don't need to be explained, and they don't need to be explained.
Otto did not explain anything, but smiled gently and gently combed the hair of the confused Messiah with his hands.
“This golden lily was given to me by Mian. It has accompanied me through the long five hundred years.
“Whenever I feel lonely, lost or even scared, I just need to look at it and I will have the confidence and strength to stand up and keep moving forward.
"Now, I give it to you, hoping it can give you the same support and encouragement. By the way, this is actually a green lily."
He spoke as he moved, his tone sounding as if he was telling a story or recalling something.
Only the last syllable was raised slightly.
Messiah, who had been listening in a daze, naturally caught the change sharply, and asked with her pink lips slightly opened:
"Why does it have to be a green lily?"
"Because I am someone's 'Green Lily Lady'." Otto said this while still chuckling.
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evening.
St. Freya Academy, Himeko Muliangta's dormitory.
"That's pretty good. If you keep going at this pace, not to mention it's just a make-up exam, maybe you can even give Theresa a good shock."
In Kiana's room, after spending some time verifying Kiana's learning results over this period of time, Lu Mian said this with satisfaction.
After various tutoring methods, Kiana, who was determined to study hard, made great progress in her knowledge compared to before.
At this time, she already had a relatively normal level of knowledge.
Compared to Lu Mian's relief and confidence, Qiyana, the person involved, seemed a little doubtful, "How can you be as sure as Ah Mian? The make-up exam is only a few days away..."
"A sprint in a short period of time is more effective, isn't it?" Lu Mian reached out and flicked Kiana's head lightly, "And it's not like our Chong Chong to be so unconfident in himself."
"I, I just don't want to let you down." Kiana hesitated, covering her smooth forehead which did not feel any pain and did not leave any marks.
