Chapter 931: Chapter 435: The Priest Wants the Little Boy Out of His Church_2

Not cool? What are these two up to?

As his vision refocused and his brain barely switched back on, he discovered that the singing had paused, and Lin Li and Bai Bufan were eagerly pointing at him.

Father Qiu: "?"

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to be doing now?

What’s this, is it my turn to sing my own lyrics?

Reading Lin Li’s lip movements, Father Qiu instinctively responded with residual priestly reflex—"Amen?"

Lin Li’s eyes were full of unapologetic praise, nodding encouragingly, then continuing the song: "A head start!"

Bai Bufan immediately chimed in: "Two yellow orioles~"

"Ah laugh~ Ah laugh~, laughing at it~"

"Grapes aren’t ripe just yet~ So what are you doing climbing now~"

"Ah Huang~ Ah Huang~ Oriole don’t laugh~ Wait till I climb up and they’re ripe~ Wait till I climb up, and, they, ripen——"

While Chen Yu Ying, Qu Wanqiu, and Ding Sihan covered their faces or mouths, leaning on each other laughing until they trembled, the first half of this song was passionately performed by the duo.

Father Qiu: "(゜▽゜)?"

Who am I really? Where am I really? What am I really supposed to be doing now?

Lin Li: "Father Qiu, your singing is actually pretty good."

Bai Bufan: "Continue, continue, we’ve got half left unsung."

Lin Li: "Okay, Father, come on, you start."

Father Qiu looked at the two enthusiasts, feeling like a little boy possessed by both a demon and a priest, frozen in place.

"No, no, wait, wait don’t sing yet, I, I, need to catch my breath, I have, to wait, take a breather, there’s a bit of an issue——"

He bowed his head, one hand feebly waving, the other unconsciously pressed against his pale lips, stammering.

Then, as if a puppet, he mechanically turned around and staggered out of the office.

"Father,"

At the office entrance, Ding Yu, who had finished laughing and was headed back, ran into the distraught Father Qiu.

After calling out with no response, Ding Yu waved her hand in confusion: "Father? Father Qiu? Father?"

"It’s fine..." Father Qiu didn’t even look at Ding Yu, waved his hand, and dreamily walked towards another direction.

Ding Yu glanced sharply into the office, at the three girls laughing on the floor, and two focused guys at the desk engrossed in organizing documents, occasionally turning to exchange opinions, bustling with work; she...felt a bit lost:

"What happened?"

...

Ding Yu’s question remained unanswered.

Even her own niece, upon facing Ding Yu’s inquiry, merely glanced at the office and said ’’Auntie, when you’re in a bad mood, you can check the surveillance footage,’’ but refused to recount what had just happened.

Only cryptically saying things like "not human", "posting on TikTok would be flagged as AI-generated, please discern carefully", "quite the dog", "unspeakable", and other obscure remarks.

Ding Yu didn’t press further, Lin Li was alright; she mainly didn’t dare delve into that young lad named Bai Bufan, for fear he’d say something even more outrageous.

If she couldn’t resist laughing then it would be disastrous, you know, next week on Christmas it’s not just eggs being handed out, but also rice, flour, and oil.

If they couldn’t claim them, the purpose of Catholicism would collapse.

The organizing task was meant to take just ten minutes, despite the little interruptions, it quickly wrapped up.

"Auntie, the organized stuff is all on the desktop, anything else we can help with?" After the five walked out of the office, Ding Sihan called to Ding Yu from the activity room entrance.

"That’s it." Ding Yu waved to the five, "You guys go eat! I’ve transferred the milk tea money, go buy it yourselves!"

"Alright!"

"I think it’s not good, because like this, me and Bai Bufan are probably not getting any milk tea."

"I think Lin Li’s right."

"Lin Li, Ying Bao told me to tell you to shut up; Bai Bufan, you just shut up."

Lin Li frowned: "Dingzi, falsely issuing orders leads to death."

Bai Bufan frowned: "Why didn’t I even get the chance of a threat; do I have no face at all?"

Amidst laughter and banter, the five returned to the Holy Temple, the congregation still singing, one truly capable of song.

"Each listen feels different; this time, I think our trio’s ’Snail and Yellow Oriole’ sounded better," Lin Li assessed.

"Indeed." Bai Bufan agreed.

Ding Sihan, Qu Wanqiu, and Chen Yu Ying quickened their pace, trying to distance themselves and act as if they didn’t know them.

But soon, the trio halted their steps.

For they saw the third member of that improvised trio at the entrance.

Father Qiu, who had just stumbled away from them minutes ago, was now standing beside the Holy Water pool with an almost obsessive posture.

He wasn’t dipping his fingers symbolically to draw a cross on the forehead and chest as ordinary believers or tourists do.

Instead, he leaned forward, face towards the pool, deeply immersing both hands in the Holy Water, scrubbing vigorously, eyes tightly shut and seemingly praying devoutly.

The volunteer who was gently explaining the usage of the Holy Water stood beside, bewildered.

Ding Sihan, Qu Wanqiu, Chen Yu Ying: "..."

They had experienced the Holy Water pool themselves.

Naturally, they knew the role Holy Water played within the faith.

Why did Father Qiu feel his soul was stained, it’s hard to guess (*╹▽╹*).

A believer was also drawn by the priest’s unusual actions, couldn’t help but curiously ask the volunteer serving as an administrator: "Father... what’s happening? Need our help?"

The administrator snapped back, glanced at the priest, shook his head helplessly, whispering: