You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao put down his phone, paced around the room for a dozen times, and finally decided to go find Yu Luying directly.

I went out, hopped on my bicycle, and headed towards the church.

It's a beautiful sunny day today. Fortunately, the morning sun wasn't too...intense? If Shen Jie were still around, she would have spent ages applying sunscreen before going out.

But with such fair skin, you can't take too much care of it, right?

Lost in thought, Xiao Yao stepped into the church.

After searching inside and out, up and down twice, they finally found a large conference room by following the voices.

The meeting room is surrounded by dark wood paneling and rows of rectangular windows, each inlaid with stained glass. Sunlight streams in through them, casting slanted rays onto the floor like holy light in a video game.

In the center of the conference room was a long table covered with a pristine white tablecloth, surrounded by several chairs. At each end of the table stood a slightly taller chair with dark velvet cushions, giving it an air of solemnity.

Our Comrade Yu Bo was sitting on one of the high chairs, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, but with a white Roman collar. At this moment, he was interlacing his fingers under his chin, with his eyes closed, looking as if he were sleeping or meditating.

Several religious paintings hung on the walls, and the meeting room exuded the scent of an old house. This scent wasn't pungent; instead, it created a sense of comfort and tranquility.

It was actually a smell that was a mixture of wood, dust and dampness, which made Xiao Yao feel... the sedimentation of history and time?

Yu Luying was still wearing long jeans and sneakers today, with her hair down to her shoulders. Xiao Yao noticed that she was wearing the headband he had given her yesterday, and couldn't help but feel happy.

The girl was carrying a stack of books and distributing them to everyone in the meeting room. A dozen or so young people were sitting or standing in the meeting room; Xiao Yao recognized some of them, but not others.

"Oh, Brother Long! Class Monitor!" Xiao Yao greeted the other two while bumping fists with Daiyu.

Standing next to the ribbonfish was a tall girl with distinct features, long eyebrows, and black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her gaze was aloof, exuding an air of arrogance. Her lips were red and slightly upturned. She wore a white baseball cap, a light brown polo shirt, matching sweatpants, and simple sneakers.

In short, she seems a bit unapproachable.

“This is my girlfriend, Yan Xiao,” Daiyu introduced happily. “Your family… uh, my sister-in-law introduced us. This is Xiao Yao.”

"Hello, Brother Xiao," Yan Xiao greeted him coldly, nodding slightly.

"Oh, hello, hello." Xiao Yao quickly said, "You're also from No. 7 Middle School?"

Yan Xiao did not reply, but simply nodded slightly.

Didn't Daiyu call her "Xiaoran" yesterday? Xiao Yao was a little puzzled.

And what the heck? It's only been a few days since my birthday, and he already has a girlfriend?

And who is Shen Jie? At first, she was hesitant to introduce us, but in the end she was so generous.

Although I have no reason to be jealous of ribbonfish, but...

That's enough, I'm happy for my good brother.

Xiao Yao looked around and saw Xu Wuchen, the "airplane head" guy he had met by chance—it was this guy who had saved Zhang Zhengkai in the fight; and a few slouching hooligans, whom Xiao Yao vaguely remembered as Xu Wuchen's little brothers.

"Hello, Brother Xiao." The man with the pompadour greeted him politely and generously, then looked around at his underlings: "Call him Brother Xiao."

"Brother Xiao." "Brother Xiao." "Brother Xiao."

"Brother Xu, hello." Xiao Yao said with an awkward smile, "And you, you, you, all of you are well."

There were also several boys in the room whom Xiao Yao didn't recognize; they all looked like delinquent teenagers.

Why did Brother Bo gather so many thugs for a meeting? Was he planning to seize territory on some street? Xiao Yao was quite confused.

"You're here." Yu Luying was both surprised and delighted to see Xiao Yao, and casually stuffed a book into Xiao Yao's hands.

What is "CATECHISME EN IMAGES 1912"?

"Yes, I'm here," Xiao Yao nodded.

After greeting everyone they knew, Xiao Yao and Yu Luying sat down in a quiet corner.

"What's your uncle up to by calling in a whole room full of hooligans like this?" Xiao Yao asked in a low voice.

Chapter 186 At ease, attention, stand at attention!

2023-05-09

After greeting everyone they knew, Xiao Yao and Yu Luying sat down in a quiet corner.

"What's your uncle up to by calling in a whole room full of hooligans like this?" Xiao Yao asked in a low voice.

Yu Luying smiled and said, "What is it? It's just our school's summer youth management class—that's all."

"In my opinion, it's a forced moral education class for delinquent teenagers to reform themselves, isn't it?" Xiao Yao said.

"It's about the same thing? No, it's voluntary," Yu Luying explained.

“Voluntary,” Xiao Yao asked Yu Luying, “Tell me, how did your uncle manage to subdue those guys with the 'Airplane Head' hairstyle? Was it just through force?”

“Of course, it’s about winning people over with virtue,” Yu Luying smiled and said, “Xu Wuchen beat up the district chief’s son. He should have been locked up for a while, but my uncle negotiated with him and made a promise. It was something related to reducing the juvenile crime rate in the district. In short, Xu Wuchen and the others will be reformed by my uncle in exchange for his protection. I don’t know about the others.”

"So this can be called voluntary..." Xiao Yao laughed, "Speaking of which, is it really okay for your parish to rely solely on recruiting these people for its future?"

“Of course it wasn’t just by relying on it,” Yu Luying explained. “This summer’s ‘Management Class’ is a special edition. My uncle pulled me in to do odd jobs and support the logistics team.”

"A work-study school, right?" Xiao Yao complained. "I knew you didn't call me—with so many people I know here, I thought I was being quietly ostracized again. It scared me to death."

“My mom told me to call you, but I secretly didn’t,” Yu Luying said calmly.

"Why?" Xiao Yao was taken aback.

"Why what?" Yu Luying asked curiously.

"Why did she call me here? Why didn't you call me?" Xiao Yao said.

"Think for yourself." Yu Luying turned her head away.

"Ahem, ahem," Yu Bo finally ended his meditation and tapped the table in front of him: "Everyone's here, right? Then let's officially begin our first lesson today..."

Yu Bo picked up a piece of chalk, turned around and wrote two huge Latin words on the blackboard: “Smbolum Apostólicum”. Then he drew two horizontal lines below them and poked the blackboard twice with the chalk tip, making a “thump thump” sound.

"Let's skip the opening remarks," Yu Bo said in a deep voice. "Turn to page five of the catechism in your hands..."

Xiao Yao casually flipped to page 5 of the new book in his hand. He smelled the pleasant aroma of ink, but his mind was elsewhere.

Why did her mother ask me to come and learn? Is it really so that I can be baptized smoothly next Easter and marry her precious daughter?

But with that beastly father-in-law as a cautionary tale, does she really not learn from history at all? Is she really not afraid of repeating the same mistakes? Is she so superstitious that this "symbiosis" is a match made in heaven?

But after thinking it over and over, I couldn't find any other explanation.

If we follow this logic, then the reason why Yu Luying doesn't want to call herself becomes understandable.

While "missionary work" was their "great mission," Yu Luying herself was not enthusiastic about it. Most importantly, she did not want to give Xiao Yao the impression that she was "forcing him to abdicate."

If it was Yu Luying who called me to class, I would inevitably suspect that this was some kind of suggestive gesture, implying to Yu Luying that I harbored the same wish as her mother.

Although Yu Luying repeatedly claimed not to believe in fate, she was remarkably "steadfast in her position" in practice, seemingly having no intention of squeezing out Shen Jie or eliminating her from the game.

Xiao Yao "knew" that he and Yu Luying had no future, and Yu Luying was different from her mother, having no intention of "fighting" and only wanting to enjoy the present.

While the girl's attitude made Xiao Yao feel somewhat relieved, upon closer reflection, a deep sorrow arose within him.

Xiao Yao is someone who cares about the "future" at heart. If the future is shrouded in a thick fog, just like the view outside Shen Tianyun's room window, he will inevitably feel a sense of emptiness, panic, and gloom.

Yu Luying initially said that she would only try it for a month. What will happen after the month is over?

While he himself was reluctant to "separate" from Yu Luying, Yu Lihua would probably find it hard to let him go, this "Chen Shimei" (a notorious womanizer).

This is worse than before he started dating her daughter.

The boy's mind conjured up the image of Yu Lihua's skillful knife work as she sliced ​​a watermelon.

As she placed the watermelon on the cutting board, she steadied it with one hand, her thumb finding the center, and with the other hand, she gripped the sharp knife and stabbed the watermelon straight through. Then, she pressed down on her wrist, lengthened the cut, and gently twisted it open, instantly splitting the watermelon in two, revealing a bright red interior.

A burst of laughter in the conference room interrupted Xiao Yao's reverie; everyone in the room was laughing, filling the room with a joyful atmosphere.

Xiao Yao burst into laughter, casting an appreciative glance at Yu Bo's humorous and engaging teaching style.

For some reason, Chen Lu in the front row suddenly turned her head and smiled slightly at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao quickly returned Chen Lu's polite smile.

Wait, what is Chen Lu going to do? What's going on?

Xiao Yao remained lost in his own confusion.

This means that Shen Jie only allows herself to have a platonic relationship with her mentally challenged sister, but the sister's mother is determined to have her marry her daughter.

If this matter is handled well, it will be fine; if it is handled poorly, it will be a ticking time bomb.

Shen Jie's father is also a ticking time bomb; he might even be a powerful weapon with a prestigious reputation.

Originally, all I wanted was to have love.

But fate, by its own hand, forced two loves into my life.

Two joys overlap, shouldn't this double joy bring even more love?

Why did things turn out this way?

……

"YA! Xiao Yao!" Yu Bo sat high in the head seat, one foot on the crossbar under the chair, his true nature revealed: "I'm talking to you!"

They practically threw the piece of chalk at me.

"Ah." Xiao Yao subconsciously stood up amidst a burst of cheerful laughter.