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Angers knew what Guderian wanted to ask, but he didn't completely shut Guderian down. Guderian had worked diligently for four years, and even if he hadn't achieved great things, he had certainly put in a lot of hard work.
Professor Guderian's despair turned into joy; it truly was a case of things turning around for the better!
I had thought that after such a big mistake, Principal Angers would change his mind and let another professor teach Gao Kui after he entered the school.
To be honest, Guderian was upset, but he could accept it.
For the past four years, he has indeed taken care of Gao Kui with great care, going to great lengths to pull Gao Kui back from the brink of collapse. The amount of hair he lost could be knitted into a scarf.
But who told him to do something wrong?
If a top-tier student, whom you've raised with great care, gets NTR'd by another professor, then he deserves it.
Fortunately, the principal of Angers was kind and, though he didn't say it explicitly, gave him another chance.
Having him oversee the preliminary work for the transformation of the Kassel Psychological Research Center into a preparatory class, and having Gao Kui receive preparatory training there during the summer vacation, was essentially having him provide preparatory training for Gao Kui.
This is equivalent to the "mentor" in ancient China. As long as there are no mistakes during the training, Gao Kui will still be his student after entering the school.
Guderian was full of fighting spirit, his bloodshot eyes brimming with determination. He was determined to improve the "Northern Qi Prince Training Program 1.0" as soon as possible, so that the principal could see his teaching level and his super A student could make a name for himself in Kassel!
Chapter 28 You are the King of Glory
With Angers' promise, Guderian and the others were relieved.
Just as the call was about to end, Angers on the other end suddenly asked, "Do you know the truck driver who picked up Gao Kui and his classmate?"
"do not know."
Guderian and the others shook their heads in unison, saying that they had no recollection of such a person and assumed he was just some minor figure.
"I don't recognize him/her."
Angers said nothing more, hung up the phone, leaned back in his office chair with his back straight, and looked up at the ceiling with a reminiscent expression, as if he were remembering a deceased friend.
The principal's office is a two-story building with the first and second floors completely connected. The walls are surrounded by tall bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, and the overall layout is like the British Library in London, but a miniature version.
Above the central atrium, surrounded by bookshelves, is a skylight with frosted glass. Through the glass, one can see a few branches extending from the side of the office and a somewhat gloomy sky.
It's summer in Chicago now, with long days and short nights. It's not completely dark until seven or eight o'clock, so you can't see the stars.
After a brief moment of reflection, Angers pulled himself back to his senses and looked at one of the oil paintings hanging on the four walls.
As a true English gentleman, Angers usually has a certain artistic flair, and his office walls are covered with bookshelves and oil paintings.
The earlier batch of oil paintings were mostly related to Norse mythology, such as Ragnarok, The Love and Eternity of the Valkyries, and Odin's Wild Hunt. They are all masterpieces, all by the hand of a master.
Norse mythology is a relatively niche mythological system in the West, and there aren't many paintings related to it. Painters in the past didn't like to paint it, and they don't like to paint it now. You could paint ten versions of "Odin's Wild Hunt" and it wouldn't be as good as one version of "The Creation of Adam."
Kassel went to great lengths to collect those paintings to satisfy Angers' personal hobby.
But one day four years ago, all the precious oil paintings related to Norse mythology that Angers had painstakingly collected were thrown into a warehouse in Kassel and replaced with oil paintings on religious themes.
Don't ask which religion it is; in the Western world, when you mention "religion," there's only one answer.
At this moment, Angers was gazing at one of the paintings: "Saint Michael defeats Satan".
Archangel Michael, clad in armor, occupies the visual center of the image, holding a long cross sword symbolizing justice above his head in his right hand. The arrogant ruler of hell, Satan, appears as a roadside figure, painfully and unwillingly trampled under Michael's feet.
This painting depicts a scene of heavenly war as recorded in the Book of Revelation in the New Testament.
According to Revelation chapter 12, when the Son of God comes, the ancient serpent Satan, incarnate as a seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon, will wage war against the Son. He is so powerful that his tail alone is enough to drag a third of the stars in the sky.
However, even the arrogant Satan was easily defeated by Archangel Michael and brought down from heaven to earth.
The melodies of the piano, like moonlight flowing, lingered in my ears. I listened intently to "You Are the King of Glory," gazing at the oil painting with a deep look in my eyes, my thoughts drifting away with the music.
Perhaps it is the heavenly battlefield recorded in the Book of Revelation.
The music stopped quickly; the hymns commonly used in the church are not very long. Of course, there are also grand masterpieces that last two or three hours, but they are not often performed, and only excerpts are used during Mass.
"Is everything arranged?"
The thin, dark figure sitting in the shadows stopped playing, but did not turn around. He remained with his back to Angers and asked in a flat tone.
"Isn't that exactly what you told me about the situation over there? Why ask such a redundant question?"
Pulling his thoughts away from the heavenly war recorded in the Book of Revelation, Angers stroked the white bone china cup on the table and questioned the shadowy figure.
"Speaking of which, how did Gao Kui suddenly lose control?"
With your power, even if you can't suppress him, you should at least be able to keep him in check. I still remember you confidently telling me four years ago that if I followed your arrangements, nothing unexpected would happen.
The shadowy figure shifted the blame back to Angers: "Perhaps the long passage of time has blurred your memory and made your brain a little sluggish."
Four years ago, I said, "Listen to my arrangements. I'll do what I'm supposed to do, and you'll do what you're supposed to do. Then there will be no accidents over there."
This time you failed to do what you were supposed to do. If he had taken his medication, this wouldn't have caused so much trouble.
Angers could tell that the shadowy figure was indirectly insulting him for being old and senile.
However, Angers did not intend to argue. In front of the shadowy figure, it was meaningless to distinguish whether he was old or had a memory problem.
After a pause, the shadowy figure continued, "Besides, I've already told you that I'm inferior to him, and his power is above mine. Even now, I've exhausted all my resources to restrain him."
I'm afraid I won't be able to offer you any further assistance. Please be careful not to cause me any more trouble.
Anger was in a state of utter confusion. The shadowy figure was unlikely to make any rash moves in this matter, which meant that it was indeed his side that had mishandled the situation this time.
"I have to readjust my plans. This accident has disrupted all my previous arrangements. Now Gao Kui has realized that he may really be the Holy Son."
Given that he has already realized this, it will likely be very difficult for us to adjust the plan to bring the story to the ending we desire.
Angers was somewhat at a loss. Arranging Gao Kui was not as easy as arranging Lu Mingfei. In a sense, what he was doing was extremely heinous blasphemy, a million times worse than what Judas had done.
If the Divine Comedy is true, and Dante really did go to Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise, then Judas's soul is still being chewed up by Lucifer, the king of Hell.
I wonder what will happen to him after he dies. Perhaps hell will open a new "Angers Hell" in the lowest level of Judas Hell because of his heinous crimes, to match the sins he committed.
If he hadn't known the seriousness of the situation and had the unwavering support of the shadowy figure behind him, Angers seriously doubted whether he would have had the courage to do this.
"You don't need to worry about that."
The shadowy figure shrugged and suddenly asked a strange question: "A biology question: How much difference is there in the DNA between a father and son, or brothers?"
Angers paused slightly before replying, "If we only measure a few key points, it's probably less than 0.1%."
"This is it."
The shadowy figure said in a calm tone: "The genetic difference between blood relatives is less than 0.1%, the genetic difference between different races is less than 1%, and even chimpanzees have a genetic similarity of more than 96% with humans."
Yet it is this minuscule difference that separates different species, races, and individuals, causing sons to become estranged from their fathers, daughters from their mothers, and people to attack each other, and nations to attack each other.
If such a small difference exists between people, how much more so the difference between humans and gods?
If he harbors even the slightest disbelief, he is not the glorious king who will return. A tiny self-denial divides the finite from the infinite.
As long as he isn't a glorious monarch, I can at least keep him in check.
Chapter 29 I can't tell the difference.
Angers felt much more at ease.
"Four years of hard work have paid off. Nobody wanted to see this kind of accident happen, but what can we do when the object we want to manipulate is Him?"
Keep your mind active and use your wisdom to get everything back on track. I have faith in you.
May God be with you.
Leaving behind a final word of blessing, the shadowy figure vanished, just as suddenly as it had arrived.
May God be with me?
Considering the current situation and what one is doing, this blessing is actually quite ironic.
Angers scratched his gray hair and looked at the other murals hanging on the four walls of the office. At this moment, he had no way back and could only brace himself and deal with whatever came his way.
……
As dawn broke, Gao Kui rested his arms on the windowsill, staring blankly at the gloomy sky outside.
He got up earlier than the Chu father and son, and only slept for about three or four hours, which was normal for him.
Compared to ordinary people, his sleep is very fragmented, with each sleep session lasting from ten minutes to three to five hours, and his sleep quality has always been very poor.
It's not that I have nightmares, or even dreams, but most of the time I feel dizzy and uncomfortable all over while sleeping, and it's difficult for me to get mental rest and peace like other people do.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer? You've only slept for three or four hours, haven't you?" Chu Tianjiao asked, sitting down at Chu Zihang's feet.
"I'm sorry, Uncle, I didn't mean to wake you." Gao Kui subconsciously turned around and apologized.
"It's none of your business, I woke up on my own because I needed to pee."
Chu Tianjiao stared intently at Gao Kui's features. The boy, who had just woken up, looked even more tired. His sickly and melancholic aura, which was almost overflowing, was like a black hole that would make anyone who saw it feel a chill in their heart.
"What are you thinking about? Can you tell me?"
Chu Tianjiao said with concern, "I am definitely not as professional as those professional psychologists. As I said, I am not a professional psychologist."
But your uncle has traveled all over the country over the years and has experienced all sorts of things; perhaps he can offer you some advice.
Gao Kui, suffering from an unbearable headache, truthfully confessed: "I now doubt that I am the Son of God, not Emmanuel."
"how do I say this?"
Chu Tianjiao was shocked. He and Chu Zihang firmly believed that Gao Kui was Emmanuel, and that they had personally experienced and witnessed the miracle of the Second Coming of the Holy Son.
Why is Gao Kui now disbelieving himself?
"Because there are too many points that could be questioned."
Gao Kui clutched his hair in anguish, rambling incoherently at an alarming pace: “Matthew 24:4-5, Immanuel says: ‘Be careful not to be deceived. Many will come in my name, saying, “I am the Christ.” They will deceive many people.’”
Mark 13:21-22: "Then if anyone says to you, 'Here is Immanuel,' or 'There is Immanuel,' do not believe it. For even if Immanuel arises and performs signs and wonders…"
In the Old Testament, God said something similar: that there would be false gods impersonating him, and then there would be Satan, the ancient serpent who had tempted Eve.
I can't tell the difference, I simply can't tell the difference.
This was Gao Kui's first point of suspicion.
The New Testament clearly states that a false Christ will appear in the future, and that this false Christ will be able to perform certain miracles.
Furthermore, Emmanuel had a clear mission when he first descended; he knew exactly what his mission was, but Gao Kui did not have that same strong sense of mission.