"Hello, everyone, I'm Harley, Harley Quinn!" Harley greeted her new roommates with a smile.
This is a room as big as the Gotham High School dance studio, over 150 square meters, rectangular.
From the bottom of the imitation porcelain wall, small sky blue tiles as tall as a person are pasted.
The wall near the walkway has no windows, and the wall outside facing the courtyard has five old-fashioned shutters.
There are 20 beds, divided into two rows, with ten beds in one row, single beds, about one meter apart, and a small wooden cabinet at the head of the bed.
Lunch had already been eaten at this time, around one o'clock in the afternoon, and under the supervision of the nuns, the girls all returned to the dormitory for a lunch break.
Counting Harley, there are only 14 girls, leaving six beds empty.
The girls are almost all white, there is only one big black girl, and there are no Asians or brown girls.
The ages range from ten to... Harley feels like there are two strong girls who are over twenty?
Obviously, this is impossible.
You can leave the orphanage at the age of eighteen.
Then, there is only one possibility left: all the big girls in America look old.
"Hi, Harley, I'm Raven, born in 1995."
"I'm Angela, 15 years old."
"I am......"
Under the glare of the nuns, the girls weakly greeted the newcomers one by one.
None of these girls had any distinctive looks (none of them had a look that stunned Harley). Only a 13-year-old black-haired girl made an impression on Harley.
She is pretty cute and has a delicate, shy and lovable temperament, but these are not the main point.
Her name is "Barbara", she was also born in 1992, and she is also delicate and shy... Hallie thought of her friend, the little black girl Barbara.
After a brief greeting, the other girls lay down on the bed and took a nap, while Harley came to her bunk, tidied up and bowed lightly.
Most of the items were taken away by the administrator, stored, and returned to her when she becomes an adult.
However, Harry also received new clothes and daily necessities at the monastery, such as two sets of white clothes (white prayer robes), a brand new woolen sweater, a black velvet jacket, a metal cross...
The quilt had been laid out, and Harry put his belongings into the box and lay down on it.
Looking at the gray cement ceiling, she couldn't sleep.
She turned her head and found that several girls were also awake and peeking at her.
She smiled at them.
They also laugh.
Harley suddenly felt tired and a little sleepy...
Lunch at 12 o'clock, lunch break at 1 p.m., and class starts at 2:30 p.m.
The course is ridiculously simple.
The purpose of church orphanages is not to help people become talented, but to help orphans get rid of their illiteracy status.
Hallie was granted permission and did not need to take basic cultural classes. She could go running and playing football on the playground, or go to the fitness room to lift irons, or go to the dance studio to masturbate, but there was no professional gymnastics or table tennis teacher to teach her.
There are physical education teachers in the monastery, but they are just ordinary teachers.
Harley played tennis all afternoon by herself, facing the training wall.
St. John's Monastery is indeed old, but it occupies a vast area and has many sports facilities. It even has specialized training grounds for bow and arrow shooting, classical swordsmanship, kayaking and other courses.
After breaking out in a sweat and venting her excess energy and depression accumulated over the past few days, Harry felt much more relaxed.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the bell rang for the end of class, and Harley hurried to the public bathroom.
After taking a hot shower and putting on a loose nun's uniform, she jogged to the cathedral.
At 5:20, all teachers and students worshiped the Holy Eucharist together.
Including gardeners, janitors and other handymen, there are about 80 teachers and students in their early 300s.
Under the leadership of Mother Teresa, all teachers and students knelt down in front of the bronze statue of the Passion of Christ.
To worship the Eucharist, of course you have to kneel down.
"Dear Lord, Jesus, we thank you for allowing us to come to your throne every night and spend this half hour with you.
Lord! We are usually too busy with the worldly affairs. Even when we pray, we are distracted by family matters.
Now let us calm down, calm down, and listen to your teachings.
Lord! You are in the holy niche, right in front of our eyes. Let us worship you devoutly and praise you with our songs. Let us sing "Worship the Lord at Dusk."
It’s embarrassing. Harley traveled through time for more than ten years and followed the local customs. She has been a Christian for more than ten years, but she doesn’t remember the lyrics of “Worship the Lord” clearly.
In fact, there is more to Eucharistic worship than just one song.
She could only look solemn, open and close her mouth, open her ears, and try to memorize the lyrics sung by others while playing the yu.
"Worship you, worship you in the evening, worship you, worship you in the early morning, worship you in the night watch, when no one is around...I want to
Praise, I want to worship, worship makes me happy, worship makes my heart happy, worship..."
No wonder each Eucharistic adoration lasts half an hour, and a complete process has nine steps, almost all of which are a scripture or a song.
"Worship the Lord at Dusk" is only the first song, the second is "Under the Loud Sound of the Waterfall", and the third is "My Soul Longs for You".
The fourth link is singing psalms, there are no fixed songs.
The fifth step is to listen to the old lady reciting the gospel.
The sixth step is to meditate on your own life from this day to this moment, which is probably similar to "a gentleman should examine himself three times."
However, this realm requires too much personal "wisdom", and most people are in a daze.
The seventh step is to express your heartfelt supplications to the Lord, which is a personal prayer session.
Step 8: Repent, no matter whether you are guilty or not, first say "Jesus, I'm sorry, I'm guilty", blah blah blah, and then sing "Tears of Gratitude".
Finally, we tell the Lord that our prayers today are almost over, and then we praise the Lord again and end with the song "So Great".
Well, basically singing.
With a uniform "Amen", today's Eucharist worship service came to an end.
Harry was surprised to find that it was exactly five fifty, no more, no less, half an hour.
Dinner starts at six o'clock, and at seven o'clock we gather together in small groups for mass and evening prayers.
At half past nine, everyone goes to bed.
"Baby, little Ba!" After the lights were turned off, Hallie was like a little loach, losing its head in the quilt. Her fluffy little head got to the end of the bed and called softly to the bed opposite.
"Harley?" came a weak voice from the other side, surprised and timid.
Then there was another "rustling", and a little black head looked "across the river" from Harley.
It's Barbara.
She pushed aside her black curly hair, revealing her fair and petite face, and asked doubtfully: "What's the matter?"
In just half a day, Harry became familiar with her.
Harley is lively and cheerful, loves to laugh, is good-looking, and has many skills to become a star student in the United States. She can easily get along with the people around her.
Except for Barbara, she was familiar with all the other 12 girls in the dormitory. Even the men and women in several other dormitories knew that someone like her was coming to the convent and had all greeted her.
"It's okay, I just can't sleep. I wanted to ask you about the situation in this monastery," Harry said.
In fact, as soon as the nun left, the sleeping session in the dormitory began, and Harry did not appear out of place at all.
Barbara said nothing, seeming to acquiesce.
Harry asked: "Do I have to worship the Eucharist and say evening prayers every day?"
"This is a church orphanage, what do you think?" This is not Barbara, but Rena, the only black girl in the dormitory, who is three beds away from Harry.
Harley continued to ask Barbara, "How many years have you been here?"
"Oh, it's been almost eight years. I came here when I was nine years old. In another year, I will be able to go out." Black girl Reina sighed.
Harley was speechless.
"Xiaoba, what about you?" she asked again.
"She came not long ago." Reina added.
Now Barbara spoke, "It's been a long time, almost seven months."
"Hmph -" the big black girl Reina snorted coldly, feeling very unhappy, "Harry, if you want to know more about this stinking pit, you have to ask me. I am more qualified than many teachers here."
In the darkness, Harley frowned slightly.
She doesn't like this black girl, not because she is black - although she is indeed darker than other black girls, the kind who closes her eyes and mouth and can't see her facial features clearly in broad daylight - first of all, Reina's appearance is not pleasing, she is awesome.
He is tall and tall, almost 1.9 meters tall, thick and strong, with a gorilla face and big buck teeth.
Harley has never denied that she is a beauty addict.
In addition to her poor appearance, Reina also has a bad personality.
Harry had only been here for a day, and he had seen her bullying the little orphan several times.
For example, taking a shower in the bathroom at night, Reina squatted lazily on a chair. Barbara and another sister-in-law, Angela, suppressed her blushing and helped rub her back. Angela complained, "My hands are so sore."
She slapped him on the head.
Harley couldn't see it and said a few words.
Then the powder keg named "Rena" was ignited, and there was going to be a bloody boxing match with Harley on the spot.
As you can imagine, the big man Reina was knocked down by Harley in a few strokes, and she was punched in the lower abdomen with two fists, which made her scream in pain.
Originally, Harry thought that she would avoid him from now on, but he didn't expect that just a few hours later, this shameless man would take the initiative to strike up a conversation with her...
Seeing that Harley didn't answer, Reina changed the subject, "I know you, Harley. I've read about you in the rugby magazine, because you have a nice smile, and because you often win, even Olympic athletes can."
If you win, they call you smile queen."
"Yeah." Harley responded casually.
"Harry, I bet you won't be able to stay here for a month." Without looking at the expression on her face, you can hear Reina's envy just by her tone of voice.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"All families who are preparing to adopt children will be the first to see you. You are a super-class product. Compared with you, we are not competitive at all." Reina said sourly.
"Does anyone come here often? When was the last time a child was chosen?" Harley asked.
"On average, two or three times a week. Just three days ago, a pair of university professors from upstate picked Hans off."
Speaking of this, Reina sneered and said sarcastically towards Barbara's bed: "Originally, this good opportunity was left to this little Bichi by the old witch, but it turned out that she didn't think she was happy enough, so she took a fancy to playing in the stadium.
'Happy' Hans playing basketball."
"Who are you talking about?" Harley frowned.
"What do you think?" Reina asked.
Could the old witch be referring to Mother Teresa, the Mother Superior?
Xiao Bichi......
It seems that Reina looks tall and thick, but she is actually quite thoughtful.
If she dares to directly say that the dean is an old witch, she will probably be reported to the police; if she dares to scold Barbara Bitch in front of Harley, she will probably be beaten. This black Bitch...