To Nan En's disappointment, until ten minutes later, Sang Luo's gentle voice sounded outside the door: "Are you ready?"

Ming Jing opened the door, Sang Luo looked at her and smiled.

"It's a good fit," he said.

The slight disappointment in the eyes disappeared instantly like a dragonfly touching water.

Ming Jing and Sang Luo Sula went to the cafeteria located in the south of the dormitory, and they had to cross a lake in the middle. On the way, they would meet students in uniforms in twos and threes, holding textbooks in their arms, and walking in a hurry. No one would pay much attention to Sang Luosula. With just one glance from the three of them, even if Sang Luogui is the crown prince.

These people have skins and hairs of various colors, and the differences in races form a strange fusion here. The mature or immature faces are full of thirst for knowledge and an almost crazy desire. persistent.

Ding Spiegel finally felt that this was a normal university.

The cafeteria is not the open cafeteria imagined by Ming Spiegel, but a private room with elegant environment. The orderer is a robot, who chooses the food he likes on the tablet, and the robot will deliver the order to the table after placing the order.

And on the menu, almost all cuisines in the world are listed, as long as you can think of it, you can find it here.

Sang Luo put the tablet in front of Ming Jing: "You can order whatever you like?"

Ming Jing pushed the tablet in front of him again: "Your Highness, you can order first, and the subordinates can eat whatever they want."

Sang Luo glanced at her, and Sura snatched the tablet: "I'll have some."

Sura is a carnivore, and almost all of her orders are meat. Sang Luo sighed, picked up another tablet, opened the Chinese menu, and carefully selected.

After the dishes were served, Sura couldn't wait to gnaw on the roasted leg of lamb. She was surprised to see the two people next to them eating the same vegetable dish, and even holding the chopsticks in exactly the same way.

Sura looked at the boy opposite seriously, "No wonder you are the first friend he brought in, you two really like each other."

Ming Jing ate quietly, turning a deaf ear.

Sura felt quite bored, so she approached Sang Luo and whispered, "How can you bear such a boring character?"

Sang Luo glanced at the person who was dining elegantly opposite, and the smile on his lips was even more gentle.

"No, I think it's very interesting."

Sura said helplessly: "Sang Luo, you are finished, your eyes betrayed you."

Sang Luo raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Sura thought of something, and looked worried: "Do you really want to marry the saint?"

He is Sang Luo's most trusted classmate and friend in this school, and only he knows how Sang Luo is walking on thin ice under the hands of the Lord and the General.

The saint is obviously the tool used by the Holy Master to restrain Sang Luo.

Sang Luo glanced at him with a smile: "Do you think the saint is not good?"

Su La is not the group of crazy lunatics in the theology class. He who advocates science does not believe in saints and saints, but this kind of words cannot be said directly. Even in the seminary, there are eyes and ears of silver armor guards. .

Sura shook her head: "I just hope you can be happy."

Sang Luo's gentle eyes fell on the "boy" opposite him.

"I will be happy," he said in a soft voice.

Sura patted him on the shoulder: "Just tell me if you need anything."

——

Students in the Seminary implement a point system. All students can freely choose the courses they study. They will be assessed once a month. If they pass the assessment, their points will increase. Only when the points reach 1000 points can they graduate smoothly.

The seminary courses are very complicated, covering almost all subjects from all walks of life, the most mysterious of which is the theology class, and the science class that Sang Luo is in is divided into three branches: physics, astronomy, and mathematics. Sang Luo's A- Class 1 is the physics class, in addition to the martial arts class and the medical class, these classes have more and more complicated branches.

For Sang Luo's identity, he doesn't need to be a physicist. He is only interested in physics. He also minored in international finance and politics. Sang Luo is also very interested in Huaguo culture, and he also minored in Huaguo culture. Chinese classics "The Analects of Confucius" and "The Doctrine of the Mean", he wants to know how an ancient feudal country that has been passed down for thousands of years successfully completed the transition. It is really a very interesting nation, full of mysterious charm.

During this class, Ming Jing only saw eight people in the classroom, including her and Sang Luo.

The lecturer was an old man with beards. Ming Jing felt that he looked familiar, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to appear in an international journal of physics. He was an international academician full of honors and had made outstanding contributions to the development of physics. contribute.

Such a physicist, who should have retired after graduation, was standing here teaching, Ding Jing suddenly felt a little unreal.

The courses are very interesting. Der Spiegel does not have a deep understanding of physics, and what she learned in high school is only a superficial surface, but she was fascinated by listening to it, and devoted herself to the ocean of knowledge.

When she was listening to the class seriously, she didn't realize that a pair of eyes beside her had been watching her tenderly.

After the class was over, a notebook was handed over, and Ming Spiegel looked up.

Sang Luo smiled and said: "Your foundation is not enough, the more you listen, the more confused you will become. I have sorted out some key points. If you study in order, it will bring you great progress."

Ming Jing took it over: "Thank you."

Opposite the teaching building is a huge wall of honor, on which all the honorary alumni are listed. Mingjing saw many famous people, and it turned out that all of these people graduated from this university.

In the latest column, the sequence of physics, there is a blank space, no photo, no introduction, his absence is very abrupt.

"What's wrong?" Sang Luo came over and asked.

"This wall is an honor to show off. Did the person who was taken off make a mistake or to hide something?"

Sang Luo smiled and shook his head: "You are always so smart, so guess who he is?"

"I am a man, not a god."

One sentence made Sang Luo laugh.

"Sang Luo, the lunatics in the theology class started to make trouble again. They said they could sense the existence of the saint, and they were in this university." Sura walked over and said, with contempt in her eyes that couldn't be hidden.

The students in the theology class regard the Holy Lord as their lifelong faith, and they are the most devout Saha believers. If it is said that they are loyal to the Holy Lord, this group of lunatics is the only one.

After the news of the Virgin's Advent was announced, they were also the most excited and joyful.

Sang Luo raised his eyebrows, smiled and looked at Ming Jing: "Let's go and have a look together."

Ming Jing shook his head, and before he could speak, he was forcibly pulled away by Sura: "Hurry up, hurry up, you won't be able to see a good show later."

When the three of Ming Jing came to the square, many students had already gathered around them. On the high platform in the center, a group of people wearing white robes and Nohmask masks walked and chanted hymns. The scene was very strange.

The movements of these people caught everyone's eyes, they were extraordinarily weird, similar to lunatics pretending to be ghosts, their singing had a calm and distant power, spreading far and wide between heaven and earth.

These students don't ask about world affairs anymore, they still have heard about the saint who is about to be born. Seeing the arrival of Prince Sangluo, they all looked at him, automatically ignoring the two people standing beside him.

A small man in a white robe and mask suddenly rushed down from the high platform, sniffing around in the crowd, and the crowd avoided him one after another.

On the contrary, the girls' minds became active. The status of the saint is respected. To be able to marry such a glorious figure as Prince Sangluo, who is also the future empress, is almost the best destination for a girl in this life.

No one knows who the saint is, but it is rumored that she is hiding in the world, and her soul has not yet awakened. Only on the day when the spring thunder strikes, all things will recover and insects will come out, the saint's holy soul will awaken at that moment.

That's right, the reincarnation of the saint must be in this school that gathers the most wisdom and courage in the world. In this way, each of them has a chance.

One step, you can ascend to the sky.

The white-robed man turned around in the crowd, finally, he stopped in front of a young man, and slowly raised his head.

He was very short, and he had to look up to see the boy's face.

A murmur came out from behind the mask: "Weird..."

He wanted to touch the boy's hand, but a big palm grabbed his hand.

A smiling voice fell on my ear: "What do you want to do?"

The white-robed man looked intently, trembling with fright: "The king...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...."

Sang Luo let go of his hand, and his tall body completely enveloped the young man in his shadow.

"She is my friend." The gentle but majestic tone seemed to warn everyone.

The white-robed man wanted to look at the boy again, but met Sang Luo's deep eyes, and ran away in fright.

Everyone just thought that this group of people was really crazy, how could the saintess be a teenager, only this time they were messing around again, and soon everyone dispersed.

The white-robed man and his companions gathered together to mutter something, glanced this way from time to time, and soon they packed up their things and left in a hurry.

Sura covered her stomach and laughed loudly: "I just said that this group of lunatics are here to sensationalize again. How can you be a saint? I don't think there is any saint in this world..."

Feeling a cold gaze falling on her face, Sura touched her nose in embarrassment.

This incident was an episode, and soon no one cared about it.

The courses here are very busy, everyone is on the line at 3:00 every day, either in the classroom or in the laboratory cafeteria, the dormitory is just a place to sleep at night, and many people live directly in the laboratory.

The level of the laboratory is very high, and students at Der Spiegel's level do not have permission to enter.

Sang Luo couldn't do anything about it, he asked Ming Jing to wait for him in the dormitory and not to run around.

On Ming Jing's way to the cafeteria, a little boy suddenly jumped out and blocked Ming Jing's way.

Ming Jing smiled calmly.

The little boy was wearing the iconic white robe, and he was the student in the theology class taught by Sang Luo that day.

"You have the cleanest breath on you."

The little boy's eyes were very wild, and he was about to touch Ming Jing's hand when he came up.

"I can feel your soul, can you give me your hand?"

Ming Jing raised his eyebrows and put his hand in his palm.

The little boy stood upright, with his eyes closed, his expression was almost pious and solemn.

"I sense the sadness deep in your soul, you must have many sad past events, oh no, I saw an imprisoned soul, she is in pain, she wants to break free..."

The little boy suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Ming Jing like he was looking at some monster.

"It's incredible how one body can have two souls."

"This is the greatest gift of the gods. When two souls are fused together, the most holy and noble soul in the world will be born. This time may be one day, one year or ten years. Tell me, you need me to help you what?"

The little boy spoke not like a child at all, but like a mature old man.

Ming Jing shook his head: "I don't need anything."

Ming Jing started to leave, but the little boy hurried to catch up: "Maybe you think I am talking like a lunatic, but you have to believe that there are really gods in this world, and this suffering world needs to be saved."

Ming Jing stopped and turned to look at him.

"If you want to help me, tell me, who is the missing physicist on the Wall of Glory?"

The little boy scratched his head, very confused: "I... I don't know."

Ming Jing turned and left, and the little boy immediately said, "I'll check now, I can definitely help you."

He unconditionally believes in the saint, who is sent by the gods to save the world.

She will not do anything to destroy humanity.

——

When Sang Luo returned to the dormitory, the man was lying under the lamp, and fell asleep at some point.

Sang Luo walked over with light steps, picked up the blanket from the sofa and gently draped it over her body.

He had never seen such a single-minded person, and his tireless spirit surprised him.

Only at this time can he look at her quietly.

Getting used to her disguise, he almost forgot her original appearance.

The raised hand wanted to touch the eyebrows that were close at hand, but finally put it down helplessly.

Your heart, like the clouds in the sky and the wind in your ears, is beyond reach.

Maybe I can't figure it out in my whole life, but just watching it like this is also full of joy.

Sang Luo sat under the lamp, the room was quiet, the sound of the clock ticking perfectly blended with his heartbeat, he couldn't tell whether it was the clock beating or his heart beating.

There is no crown prince status, no complicated situation, no pressure from all walks of life, the whole world seems to be just you and me.

My heart is restless, uneasy, like a sinking abyss, only by your side can I gain the power of peace.

Are you willing to stay by my side forever?

He looked at the sleeping girl, under the light, his eyes were full of tenderness.

——

Bo Yuxun didn't stop studying in the prison, he was very self-disciplined, and would chat with the guards guarding him, firstly to improve his experience, and secondly to inquire about news along the way.

Someone came to bring him meals that day, and Bo Yuxun took them silently.

Sensing the gaze above his head, Bo Yuxun raised his head subconsciously.

The man nodded, turned and left.

When Bo Yuxun waited for the guards to take a lunch break, he poked through the rice with the camera on his back, and found a note.

Bo Yuxun quickly read the note and stuffed it into his mouth.

Not long after, he clutched his stomach and moaned. The guard panicked when he saw this, and immediately went to ask Luo Bi for instructions.

Luo Bi didn't dare to let this person have an accident, so he sent for a doctor.

As a result, Bo Yuxun spat blood on the doctor, almost scaring the doctor to death. Robbie was also startled, and without asking Nan En for instructions, he went straight to the best hospital in the city.

Seeing that Bo Yuxun was being carried out with blood on his body, the snake hook guarding outside the prison couldn't help but turn pale with fright, and hurried to the holy temple in the south.