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Chapter 132 Backlash (12K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Debbie's new video has been released.

Evan Sanders quickly opened it and was stunned: "Who says a saint can't have a love affair? Was it you? Was it that Bible? Was it that old man in the Vatican?"

This statement is absolutely outrageous.

But the most explosive thing is yet to come.

"How does a Virgin Mary get pregnant without a boyfriend? I, Debbie Dixon, am going to be a saint and still have to date!"

Whatthefk?

Is this girl crazy?!

Evan was stunned, then burst into laughter.

The sheer explosiveness of this video is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Debbie, this little girl, probably has no idea what she's doing.

How did the Virgin Mary conceive? You actually asked that!

Guess why, even though everyone else knows the answer, only she dares to ask the question?

A white woman and an Asian man pairing? In the United States, everyone knows this, but no one will openly say: Asian men are at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

She dares to ask questions that others dare not ask, and she dares to stir up hornet's nests that others dare not touch.

One video involves at least four things that ordinary people would not dare to touch.

First, questioning the Bible.

Second, questioning the Pope.

Third, it questions the holiness of the Virgin Mary.

Fourth, the prospective saint publicly declared that her boyfriend was of Asian descent.

This foolish cheerleader stirred up four hornet's nests—religion, the pope, church beliefs, and racial discrimination—in a video of less than 30 seconds!

Evan knew that what followed would far exceed Debbie's imagination. He no longer needed to lead the charge; he only needed to go with the flow, kick someone when they were down, and secure enough benefits for himself.

Evan was furiously typing away, incredibly excited, desperately trying to ride the wave of popularity, and then linking it to his new book, *New York Romance*.

They are connected.

This book is sure to break into the top three of the bestseller list!

Debbie's video was like a stone thrown into the water, first creating ripples, then the enemies lurking underwater rushed out one after another.

"A cheerleader dares to be a saint? That's hilarious."

"Debbie, your miracles are made up, and your boyfriend is made up too, right?"

"Does she really think the Super Bowl is more important than the Saint?"

"Unfortunately, you guessed it, yes."

Debbie: I choose the yellow guy. God: You choose hell!

All these comments are filled with insults; no one dares to really discuss those issues, such as how the Virgin Mary actually got pregnant.

They only dared to insult Debbie.

Debbie was too tired to argue with these people anymore.

That's actually incorrect.

With her limited vocabulary, a white cheerleader could only utter weak and powerless words like "bitch" and "stupid pig," so engaging in online arguments was simply asking for trouble.

If she filmed a hot dance video and then said, "Help me curse the other person and I'll dance it once," the counterattack might be much more intense.

This is still just the beginning.

Soon, people online dug up Catherine and Debbie's cell phones.

Text messages kept pouring into Debbie's phone: "You don't deserve to be a saint, you bitch!"

"Your miracles are all a lie!"

"Your dad died, so you're looking for your father among these yellow-skinned men? How pathetic!"

"I will pray for you, I pray that you go to hell."

"The men from Tokyo University treat you like a trophy, and you're still helping them count the money."

"You have defiled the Virgin Mary's silk scarf!"

Catherine's phone started ringing too, and when she answered, it was a Catholic tirade: "Mrs. Dixon, your daughter has blasphemed the name of the Virgin Mary! How can you, as a mother, tolerate such an insult to the faith? The mother of a saint should be a model of holiness, what have you done? Debbie's behavior is a disgrace to all Catholics!"

Catherine was so bothered that she had no choice but to hang up the phone and turn off the service.

Often, piety is a public performance.

When they can safely demonstrate how devout they are, many people are willing to put on a grand show.

Debbie's phone started ringing too. She argued with the caller for a bit: "You're the one who's going to hell! Your whole family is going to hell! What business is it of yours how I'm dating? Mind your own business, you loser!"

However, there were just too many calls, so Debbie had no choice but to turn off the carrier service.

The landline at home started ringing, and Catherine answered it, listened for a moment, and then unplugged the landline.

Debbie's social media accounts were flooded with private messages.

All sorts of malicious comments came flooding in.

She turned off private messages and sat blankly on the sofa, hugging her black cat.

Catherine said nothing: "I'm a little hungry. How about I make some fried egg sandwiches?"

"OK," Richard said calmly.

Debbie watched Richard and her mother discuss food as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

She was very uncomfortable: "Hey, don't you guys think there's something wrong with what I did?"

"What's wrong with that?" Richard said casually. "You made your choice, so you have to bear the consequences. That's reasonable. What does it matter what others say about you? That's their opinion, none of your business."

"In fact, you'll get criticized no matter what you do. If you ignore them, they'll say you're aloof. If you're friendly, they'll say you're a bitch. If you have a boyfriend, they'll say you only sleep with men. If you don't have a boyfriend, they'll say you're a hypocrite." Richard picked up his hot tea and took a comfortable sip.

"You should become a philosopher." Debbie's mood improved considerably.

Her video was reported extensively and was subsequently taken down by the authorities on the grounds of religious insults and inappropriate remarks.

But it was no use; it had already been downloaded by netizens and reposted everywhere.

The platform can never keep up with the speed at which users upload videos.

Some netizens even used AI to create various versions.

There's no shortage of people who can have fun anywhere.

Debbie's remarks are bound to become a viral internet meme of the year.

Debbie said helplessly, "Fine, I'll just turn my phone off and I won't see anything. These guys can't possibly cross the internet to yell at me, can they?"

Richard scoffed, "That's not necessarily true. Someone might be blocking your door soon—"

Many Americans are still very devout in their religious beliefs.

Debbie stirred up four hornet's nests at once, and it's inevitable that some extremist believers will come knocking with guns to engage in physical communication.

"No way?" Debbie was starting to back down.

Fabian had been sitting in front of the keyboard for two whole hours, carefully studying every post Evan Sanders had ever made.

Evan was clearly not a Catholic and was not familiar with Catholic doctrine.

However, in an attempt to capitalize on this trend, he posted seven comments in a row, each of which garnered significant attention.

Clearly, this is a master at manipulating emotions.

Fabian noticed that Evan rarely spoke online, except for one occasion: when he was about to release a new book, he would start creating hype for himself.

How could an author from humble beginnings who earned two hundred million dollars through writing be a fool?

Fabian still did not rush to retaliate.

He then began searching for all of Evan's novels.

I flipped through the table of contents one by one, quickly going through all the text I could find.

Finally, in the only suspense novel about supernatural phenomena, he found a detailed description of "séance".

He felt this passage looked familiar when he read it, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He spent another 30 minutes rummaging through old files and finally found the source.

It was a record of a 17th-century parish trial, hidden among the few archives that had leaked from the Vatican, and only a handful of professional researchers had ever consulted it.

Evan copied the record almost verbatim, even including a single Latin spelling error.

The spot to kill with a single blow has been found!

Those who blaspheme the saint must pay the price!

Fabian took screenshots of the two documents: Evan's paragraphs and the original archives were pasted side by side, with each overlap highlighted. He compared them paragraph by paragraph and then posted them online.

The author concluded with a lengthy statement: "It's understandable for an author to use source material, but if they use it without changing a single word or even adding any citations, that's a different matter altogether—that's plagiarism. Evan Sanders is a thief!"

After first labeling Evan, Fabian began to get down to business.

Using his research skills accumulated over more than 20 years, he refuted each of Evan's accusations against Debbie point by point.

Regarding the claim that "saints should not dance," he dug up records of medieval religious dances from church history, showing that some believers would dance around icons on festive days.

Regarding the claim that "saints shouldn't have boyfriends," he cited multiple records from the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke: "Jesus entered Peter's house and healed Peter's mother-in-law from a high fever..."

"If you have a mother-in-law, you will naturally have a wife."

St. Peter is clearly documented to have been married.

The First Epistle of Corinthians puts it even more directly: "Do we not have the right to take a believing sister as a wife and bring her with us in our fellowship as the other apostles, the Lord’s brothers and Cephas?"

This passage not only proves that Peter was married, but also that many other apostles, including Jesus' half-brothers James and Judas, were married.

Saint Philip had several children, and his wife followed him on his missionary journeys.

The Lord's brothers, St. James and St. Judas, both brought their wives with them on missionary work, indicating they were clearly married.

After the article was published, it exploded in popularity like water poured into a frying pan.

Fabian's decades-long expertise in textual research was something Evan was no match for.

Evan was rendered speechless, especially by the word "plagiarism," which deeply stung him.

"FXXK! How can you call that plagiarism?! That's called homage! You damn poor bastard!"

"And another thing! Isn't Fabian anti-religious and anti-miracle? Why is he helping Debbie attack me?! Has he gone mad?!"

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But the article had already been published, and Evan was helpless no matter how angry he was. He racked his brains for an hour but couldn't write a single word.

Fabian's research skills were outstanding; after reviewing Fabian's previous articles, the solid foundation he displayed was palpable.

A solid foundation, painstaking research, flipping through books one by one in the library, and conducting on-site investigations and taking photos...

These columnists may not earn the most money, but their skills are exceptionally solid.

Evan dared not risk trouble in the other's territory.

But he had a clever trick.

"The point of online flame wars isn't the facts at all, it's all about relationships and emotions! Idiot!"

Evan, struck by inspiration, immediately wrote a response: "Richard, a student from the University of Tokyo, has always stayed with Debbie, and the Catholic Church hasn't separated them. What does that mean? It means he's a powerful figure at the University of Tokyo!"

"Richard and Debbie are only together to collect the spoils of a white saint. Once he returns home, this relationship will be abandoned..."

""

"The poor saintess was just a fool, while Richard can brag about this relationship for the rest of his life—he slept with a white, prospective saintess..."

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"Furthermore, we must note that Richard and Debbie's relationship only progressed rapidly after Debbie's father, Michael, died; before that, they were just ordinary friends."

This statement was simply Evan making things up.

How could he possibly have the time and energy to investigate Debbie's past?

Anyway, it was just a casual remark; who can really argue with me?

The key point of this statement lies in the following sentence: "After losing her father, Debbie projected her longing for a father onto Richard. She wasn't in love; she was looking for a father figure..."

'

This statement is extremely malicious.

This kind of attack doesn't need evidence; it just needs to sound plausible.

The best slander is not to fabricate a lie, but to speak for the person who has fears that they themselves cannot distinguish.

Even Debbie herself couldn't tell how much of her love for Richard was attachment and how much was love.

But now it's unnecessary. Evan has made it clear for her: What you have isn't love, it's a disease!

Such remarks are more vicious than any insults, and will leave Debbie in a state of prolonged confusion and turmoil.

That's really unethical.

But so what?

Everyone who succeeds has to step on the corpses of others.

Evan, a writer, has come a long way, but who knows how many people he has trampled on to get to where he is today?

Evan's attacks on Debbie also subtly softened: she was just a little girl seeking attachment, not love, which lessened the Catholic Church's hostility towards Evan himself.

That's how the world is; those who attack you are also those who make excuses for you.

This statement resonated with many netizens.

The idea that "a yellow man is collecting the spoils of a white girl" is too outrageous and unacceptable to the vast majority of white men.

It quickly became a hot topic online.

Believers of all kinds, followers of all sects, ordinary people, and bystanders all flocked in.

Religion, pagans, the Super Bowl, beautiful cheerleaders feuding, Tokyo University men and white girls—all these elements are mixed together like a boiling hot pot.

Richard basically doesn't need to sleep; he's constantly checking online news.

He clearly sensed that something was wrong with this surge of interest.

Debbie is just a candidate for sainthood. Catholicism isn't a particularly popular topic online. Even though she's riding the wave of the Super Bowl, she's just a candidate for Super Bowl team member and shouldn't be getting this much attention.

Richard searched for a while before discovering that the Ivan-Lee virus death case, which had just surfaced online, had vanished like a bubble in the face of this overwhelming entertainment buzz.

He realized that someone was deliberately covering up information about the virus.

When the Super Bowl incident broke out, she was conveniently used as a scapegoat.

Just like how some people at the University of Tokyo would sacrifice a celebrity's scandal whenever they had one.

The internet was buzzing that night.

Fabian didn't think much of Evan's counterattack.

As a blogger who enjoys debunking conspiracy theories, he is naturally skilled at online flame wars and verbal battles. Over the years, he has been undefeated and has accumulated over 100,000 loyal fans.

Whether it's serious and solid research or guiding online public opinion, Fabian is no ordinary person; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to maintain his position with tens of thousands of followers.

Oh, it's already 200,000.

Gaining followers so quickly by riding the wave of trending topics!

These new fans aren't here for his research; they're here for the way he insults Evan.

But Fabian didn't care; fans are fans.

Fabian first carefully studied Evan's post.

"Hmph! Blasphemer!"

He did not argue whether Richard's aim was to collect the spoils of the white saint.

In Fabian's eyes, Debbie was a saint.

Anyone who dares to harm the Holy Maiden will suffer a terrible fate.

God will punish him, so he doesn't need to care about Richard's motives at all.

If Richard is good, he will naturally be unharmed.

If he is bad, the thirty-nine lives lost at Princeton Cathedral will teach Richard what it means to not easily provoke the gods.

As a woman blessed by the gods, Debbie could easily have any mortal killed by toying with her feelings.

And then there's Evan in front of me.

Fabian believed that he should also have come into God's sight.

Fabian read Evan's statement again. Fabian's main attack was that "the yellow man was toying with the white saint's feelings," and Fabian did not argue against this.

Arguing will only lead you into Evan's trap.

As soon as the debate begins, the topic quickly degenerates into vulgar issues of men and women and political correctness.

Such issues, once associated with a saint, negatively impact her image.

Then Evan wins.

The most important aspect of information warfare is to only attack and never defend.

Offense is always more important than defense. As long as you can continuously throw out more explosive arguments than others, the enemy will be routed.

Don't try to explain!

Don't try to explain!

Don't try to explain!

In this respect, the President of the United States was absolutely a self-taught genius.

Therefore, Fabian did not offer any explanation.

He utilized his strongest ability: research and investigation.

Fabian quickly found his target: confronting his father.

Fabian reviewed all of Evan's publication records: seven bestsellers, six of which were romance novels, and five of them featured a girl who had lost her father, all of them supporting characters.

Single mothers are very common in the United States; it's a reality there. Evan was simply documenting that social reality.

But through Fabian's linguistic embellishment, this becomes another form of "finding a father."

Moreover, in the current American context, "finding a father" also has an implied meaning: "Sweet Daddy," which means finding a sugar daddy.

Evan first mentioned Richard's wealth, then said Debbie was looking for her father, which was actually an implication of this point.

Of course, Evan probably didn't think of that when he wrote it.

No problem, Fabian has thought of that for him, you're welcome.

The right to interpret scriptures is always more important than the scriptures themselves.

Fabian started typing:

As far as I know, Richard is Dr. Christina Shepard's academic successor. What are the chances that a child of the wealthy and powerful possesses top-tier talent in biomedical research? And what are the chances that he would choose biomedicine over business, finance, politics, and law? For truly privileged children, would their parents allow them to waste time on these things?

"According to Evan's definition, whenever a girl who has lost her father falls in love, it means she is looking for her father. At least a quarter of all children in the United States are looking for their fathers."

"In all five of Mr. Sanders' books, there is a character who has lost her father. In his view, he writes about these girls to depict legitimate relationships, and a 17-year-old girl being with an 18-year-old boy is about her looking for her father."

"In Mr. Sanders' view, for a 17-year-old girl to have an 18-year-old boy by her side during her most vulnerable period after losing her father is not called love or friendship, but looking for a father."

"Mr. Sanders, I must remind you that even if Richard is very wealthy, even if the two are truly in a romantic relationship, even if, hypothetically, they've shared some sweet little things that everyone does during adolescence, according to the Romeo and Juliet Code, their relationship is legitimate, not the 'Sweet Daddy' you're implying—that's a stereotype about women!"

"By the way, it's rare for a respectable Asian family to lose a father. Guess who lost their father? Bingo, Mr. Sanders! Mr. Sanders has admitted publicly on multiple occasions that his father abandoned him and his mother when he was seven years old, and Mr. Sanders has never been able to get over it. It seems that Evan himself is the little girl in his story who is 'looking for her father.'"

"Oh, and just one more time, Evan is also a despicable thief."

Finally, Fabian reiterated the previous evidence of plagiarism and added five more entries featuring the character of the girl without a father and the passages in which she appeared.

Fabian deliberately ignored the key point that "saints cannot fall in love" and focused on finding her father.

Because more than a quarter of children in the United States live in single-parent families, this can drive social consensus and generate the greatest public sympathy.

At the same time, Fabian deliberately pointed out "female stereotypes" in order to get an ally to join the fight: women's rights organizations.

In America, if anyone can stand up to religious organizations, it's undoubtedly women's rights and multiculturalism.

#Evan is a little girl looking for her father#

This conclusion is so explosive that it has caused another online uproar.

Evan was furious, but he couldn't refute her at all, and he began to doubt whether he was really...

"No! Damn it! This guy is using my own techniques against me!"

Fabian's strong performance has led some rational netizens to change their minds.

Unfortunately, most people are irrational.

Fabian also became one of the targets of abuse, with private messages and comment sections turning into battlefields, but his fan base was growing rapidly.

By daybreak, it had risen to nearly 300,000.

Fabian was very excited and continued to relentlessly attack Evan's weaknesses.

Evan could only skirt around the issue based on other things.

"Richard is a scumbag who came to deceive the saintess's feelings."

"Are you saying that the saint's wisdom is insufficient to deal with a mere mortal of Asian descent?"

"I didn't say that."

"So you don't think she's a saint?"

"I didn't say that."

"In that case, if Debbie is a saint, and she has been deceived in love by a man, then it is also a test from God. Both thunder and rain are acts of divine grace!"

"...The saintess shows off her thighs! Showing off her thighs to tens of millions of people!"

"You plagiarized! You're a thief!"

"The Holy Maiden is looking for the Yellow Man!"

"You plagiarized! You're a thief!"

"Damn it, don't you have anything else to say?!"

"You plagiarized! You're a thief!"

Evan is in a very sorry state, and some netizens have already started digging up his old books and comparing them line by line.

The hardliners of the Catholic Church relentlessly attacked Fabian.

Fabian was not afraid at all. When believers came, he would refute them with scripture and refutation. When trolls came, he would strike at their most vulnerable spots.

Things are slowly changing.

Other writers also spotted the trend and joined the fray to ride the wave of popularity:

A columnist who specializes in religious commentary shared Fabian's article and added: "I've been following Vatican news for twenty years, and this is the worst saint censorship I've ever seen. It's not censorship of the saint, but censorship of her boyfriend."

A historian who had been plagiarized by Evan posted a screenshot of his emails complaining about Evan eight years ago in the comments section, and no one replied to him.

The comment went viral, and lawyers immediately contacted the scholar, offering free legal support.

Fabian initiated a team fight, which allowed the system to successfully match Evan with an opponent.

A female writer published a long article with a title of only five words: "I'm also looking for my dad."

She wrote about an experience from when she was seventeen: after her father passed away, a boy sat with her on the playground, saying nothing, just silently keeping her company. Later, the boy became her first love.

"So I was looking for my dad too."

This article was shared tens of thousands of times within hours.

"A bestselling author smears a girl's innocent love after losing her father as a search for her dad," this is the greatest blasphemy against religion.

"Evan wrote five romance novels with the theme of finding a father figure, and he made two hundred million dollars from them. Then he said girls were looking for sugar daddies!"

The backlash began to manifest itself rapidly in Evan.

The publisher called: "Evan, your new book manuscript must be carefully reviewed; there absolutely cannot be any plagiarism."

"Damn it! That's not plagiarism! That's homage!"

"Call me whatever you want, Evan, we understand. Don't play language games with me."

"FXXK!"

"And also, Evan, you've gotten yourself into big trouble. We've received formal notices from over 20 organizations demanding we stop selling your book, which contains defamatory and slanderous content against women!"

"FXXK! They're insane! I'm just depicting social reality!"

"Come on, Evan, you don't want to argue with them. Anyway, I've bought you a month. You need to review all the old books yourself, submit a revision plan within 20 days, delete the content related to the girl looking for her father and the plagiarized content, and then republish them!"

"Damn it! It's not about finding my dad! And besides, you want me to revise seven books in one month! I can't do that!"

"If you don't finish revising it, we'll stop selling it. You know that, Evan. It's not that I'm making things difficult for you, but none of us can afford to offend DEI! Yes, the publisher's DEI department has also started reviewing your book. You're in big trouble!"

"OH! FXXK!" Evan Sanders clutched his head in anguish.

At the same time, some trends on the internet began to subtly shift.

Some young children from devout Catholic families would chat with their classmates at school, saying, "Hey, did you watch that Debbie video yesterday? Cool!"

"It was deleted! I didn't see it."

"I'll send you a copy!"

"Oh! Damn, Debbie, she's so cool!"

"She's right. What's the conflict between being in love and becoming a saint?"

"But those old relics..."

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"Forget those old-fashioned ideas! The Bible doesn't say we're not allowed to marry!"

"Yes, didn't that guy Fabian say that saints marry too? If that's the case, why can't saintesses marry?"

"In short, those guys are a bunch of old fogies!"

These young people didn't think Debbie was being sacrilegious; instead, they felt she was rebelling.

As for who the target of the resistance is, it doesn't matter.

For them, any daddy-like old man over forty is fine!

A devout Catholic family is actually quite similar to a small house church.

Just like they were taught from childhood about their faith in God, they did believe, but it was also quite a hassle.

The Ten Commandments, Sunday and feast day Mass, confession, receiving Holy Communion, endless prayer, and scripture reading...

In short, nothing works, nothing works, and there's a ton of problems every day.

It's too painful for a child with a lively personality.

Even when they grow up and become devout believers, their hearts are still filled with melancholic memories of their childhood.

Some rebellious girls started changing their profile pictures to screenshots of Debbie holding up her phone and recording a video: "I'm going to be a saint."

Someone started making memes of Evan holding a magnifying glass and rummaging through a trash can: "Let me see who the saint slept with today?"

A Protestant account posted a message: "The Catholic Church has finally realized that there is a problem with its system of sainthood, not because the saints fall in love, but because they don't like the men the saints fall in love with."

Protestants will not miss any opportunity to mock Catholicism.

Another netizen from the same religion replied: "So your Messiah is born a virgin, but you don't allow saints to have boyfriends. Perfect logic."

One religious official account even posted a popcorn-eating, show-watching emoji.

Catherine got up in the morning and went to the yard to water the flowers.

Mason, the neighbor next door, saw Catherine and greeted her warmly, "Hi, Catherine."

He was also a Catholic.

Catherine smiled and said, "Hey, Mason! Good morning!"

Mason thought for a moment and said, "I don't think the video your daughter posted last night was appropriate."

Catherine frowned. "So, you think marrying a woman more than ten years younger than yourself is appropriate?"

Mason was somewhat embarrassed and angry: "Damn it! You know what I'm saying, Catherine! This is not right! I am honored to live next door to the Saint, but Debbie's current behavior is clearly unbecoming of the Saint's status."

"Then you can move out," Catherine retorted directly. "I won't stop you."

"Fuck, this is my home, why should I move out?"

"Debbie is my daughter, why should I listen to your opinion of her?"

"This is utterly absurd!" Mason angrily turned and went back.

Catherine returned to the house with her head held high. Once inside, she sighed and said to Richard with some concern, "Mason is a devout Catholic, and he's very dissatisfied, which means things are starting to get out of control."

"It's alright. They'll come back when he sees Debbie always loved," Richard said calmly. "And they'll be even more devout than before."

Oak Grove Medical Center.

Aaron watched Clara eat breakfast with great delight.

Her health is getting better and better, and she can have a CT scan in three or four days.

These past few days, he's been living in a dream, completely oblivious to everything happening outside. He doesn't even look at his phone; he's just focused on his daughter getting better every day, and he's overjoyed, unable to get enough of looking at her.

Clara was scrolling through her phone.

She hasn't had the energy to look at her phone in a long time.

She asked curiously, "Why are people online so angry about Debbie dating?"

Aaron was speechless.

In particular, Aaron was furious when the guy named Evan said that Debbie was looking for her father.

He couldn't imagine how heartbroken Clara would be if he died first, and Clara survived, and then faced such slander when she was in love.

"Debbie is right. Don't listen to Evan and those online friends. There are bad people everywhere in the world!" he said in a deep voice.

He has felt this deeply over the years.

When he went up to accept his Oscar, he was surrounded by good people.

When he lost his health and could no longer act, everything changed, and he was surrounded by bad people.

Hollywood friendships have a very short shelf life, lasting eighteen months from the day your last blockbuster movie leaves theaters.

After it expires, it will no longer be "our good friend Aaron", but "that unlucky guy who got cancer".

Aaron said deeply, "You must trust Her Highness the Saintess."

"I believe in her! She'll definitely make it to the Super Bowl," Clara said confidently.

If Debbie can heal herself, she can certainly do even simpler things.

The Super Bowl? Aaron sighed.

Given the current situation, the Giants will be under immense pressure and may very well give up on Debbie.

However, he didn't tell his daughter, as that would have greatly disappointed her.

Clara then asked, "Dr. Moreau, is Debbie right?"

Dr. Morrow, who was examining her, smiled.

He was a staunch technologist and didn't believe Clara's recovery was thanks to that silly girl.

It must be Dr. Christina Shepard who invented a miraculous new drug!

However, based on his professional ethics as a doctor, he wouldn't argue with the patient; he needed the patient to be in a good mood, but he couldn't bring himself to praise Debbie as right.

Faced with Clara's question, Dr. Moreau could only reply, "Who can say for sure about matters of God?"

Cage Cancer Center.

Mitchell scoffed, "This is what they call a saint? It's ridiculous, not only pathetic but also foolish. This kind of behavior will provoke huge opposition from the Catholic Church."

He could imagine the kind of pressure that little girl named Debbie and her boy would face.

"Aaron actually expects this stupid cheerleader to save his daughter? I wonder how poor Clara is doing, whether she'll even make it to the Super Bowl..."

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"Alas, ignorance is truly terrifying..."

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Sawyer slumped in his chair, replaying Debbie's video a hundred times. His large face was crammed with tiny eyes that looked utterly bewildered.

Why? Why? Why?

Seth quietly entered the room and handed over a signed letter: "270 devout believers and 33 bishops have jointly submitted a letter of complaint, requesting the initiation of a review process for Debbie's canonization. They believe that Debbie's public defiance of Catholic doctrine, including her unmarried relationship, challenge to the Pope's authority, and questioning of God, disqualifies her from canonization."

Sawyer's head started to ache.

He knew without looking that Foster was behind it all.

This report doesn't need to take effect immediately, but once it's submitted, the matter changes from a debate into a procedure.

It was no longer a question of supporting or opposing Debbie, but rather a matter of church rules requiring a review process to be initiated first.

Because a saint must be holy and flawless, without any blemishes.

This will greatly delay the progress of the canonization process.

Watching the endless stream of insults in the video, Sawyer realized for the first time how difficult it was to hold onto the position of archbishop.

Things were going perfectly fine, then the Pope personally called Debbie, and that's how it turned out.

Debbie, why did you have to do this?!

From yesterday to today, he feels like he's lost a pound and can't even eat meat anymore.

I never imagined that Her Highness could help me lose weight!

Every time Debbie gets into trouble, he loses a pound.

At this rate, by the time the canonization case is over, he will be back to his monastery-era weight!

Is this a blessing or a curse?

Seth looked at the expressionless Sawyer and cautiously asked, "Bishop, how should we handle this?"

"What else can we do?" Sawyer said with a sense of resignation, "Then let's start the saintess qualification review. The more we struggle, the bigger this problem will become."

A video attacks the Pope, God, the Virgin Mary, and oh, and also, the issue of racism!

Damn!

How could she cause so much trouble?

He had never seen any saint in history who was so capable of causing trouble.

Who doesn't behave obediently and follow the church's orders completely before going through the procedures?

Don't you know how much it would help your life to become a saint?

Oh, she probably really doesn't know.

Foolish cheerleader!!!

This issue is no longer confined to the New York Grand Parish.

Sawyer's mind was completely blank; his expression was numb, and he remained motionless.

tired.

Destroy it.

The Pope sat in his seat, his face somber and expressionless.

The assistant asked softly, "The archbishops of the three dioceses have jointly sent a formal letter of protest to the Giants. If Debbie doesn't withdraw from the game, the Giants will face a united boycott from Catholic groups in the subsequent Super Bowl. Is there any need to push that further?"

The Pope said slowly, "If she is under protection, the problem will naturally be resolved. If she is not under protection, the matter will naturally be magnified. We only need to observe God's grace."

Simply put, it's not true that Debbie is unlucky; it's true that she's not unlucky.

The assistant bowed slightly and withdrew.

He understood perfectly.

Give up on Debbie and wait for things to settle down.

If God truly exists, He would never allow a saint to become a cheerleader.

Without God, Debbie would have lost the church's support and gotten into so much trouble, she naturally wouldn't have been able to become a cheerleader.

In short, she cannot be a cheerleader.

She was abandoned.

How pitiful. The assistant thought to himself.

That stubborn girl will probably only realize what she missed when she's middle-aged.

Public relations director Langdon Jacobs paced back and forth in his office, swearing every time he did so.

He had never seen anything like this before; just selecting a cheerleading substitute had caused so much trouble!

At noon, my phone rang again. I looked and saw that Debbie had posted a new update!

He quickly opened it.

The accompanying photo is a selfie of Debbie in front of a makeup mirror, her hair half-curled, holding an eyelash curler: "I'm putting on makeup, going to the Giants interview on time this afternoon!"

Kids in their rebellious phase are just that stubborn.

The more you tell her she can't do it, the more she'll want to prove you wrong.

Since everyone said I wasn't good enough, she decided to put on a full face of makeup and go for the interview.

You guys said not to wear tacky, seductive makeup, so here I am, wearing a full face of makeup!

I'm going in. You guys figure it out.

Langdon has a headache.

Just then, the chairman's secretary called: "The chairman wants you to come over immediately."

Oh no! Langdon's palms went cold, and his heart began to pound.

A few minutes later, he stood at the door of David Hart's office, clutching a letter of protest signed by Catholic groups.

He prepared himself mentally, took a deep breath, and walked into the office with a solemn expression.

David didn't look up; he was looking at Debbie's "I'm putting on makeup" status update on his phone screen.

The number of likes is jumping up at a rate of three digits per second.

"What are your plans for this afternoon?"

Langdon said cautiously, "Boss, the situation is getting out of control. This is a letter of protest signed by the archbishops of three dioceses."

David glanced at it, then tossed the letter aside: "I asked you what your plans are for this afternoon?"

Langdon hesitated to respond: "I admit it was my mistake..."

"7

"I asked you when Debbie is coming?!" David snapped, somewhat annoyed. "Are you deaf?"

Langdon could only grit his teeth and promise, "I'll stop her from coming!"

David Hart looked up at Langdon as if he were an idiot: "You're telling me to stop her from coming over at a time like this?"

Langdon was almost in tears: "Boss, I really called her yesterday and told her not to come, but she insisted on coming, I..."

'

"You're an idiot!" David roared, slamming his fist on the table. "Why did you stop her?! Huh?! Why did you stop her?! Look how much attention she's getting! Did I pay you so much just to be a fool?! Get Debbie to the interview right now! Right now!"

Langdon was dumbfounded: "Huh? But the Catholic Church will be embarrassed, they'll be very unhappy..."

'

"FXXK! We're a business, not a church! We don't care if the Catholic Church is happy or not! Vote for her! Vote for her today! Look at these likes, look at these comments, Debbie's hot! She's hot! You know what I mean! Controversy equals buzz! Haters are fans too!"

In David's world, all disputes are free GG.

The more harshly he criticizes Catholicism, the higher his viewership ratings.

Is this really a good idea? Langdon was dumbfounded.

David Hart said firmly, "I want to see the interview this afternoon live! You have to select her and let her perform! Yes! I don't want her as a substitute, she has to be on the main team! She'll play in the Super Bowl! Let that damn saint go to that damn football field and dance that damn dance!"

"But the main team is full—"

"Fuck! Do I have to teach you something this small? Kick one out! Kick out any bitch you don't like! Put Debbie in! Let her stand in the center!"

Langdon was terrified: "This will put the Giants under immense pressure from the Catholic Church—"

"Who cares if they're Catholic or Protestant! It's none of my business! They're all a bunch of heretics! Let her dance! I'll say it one last time, even if she dances like a complete mess, she has to be in the center! Got it?! I want to see the interview this afternoon broadcast live. I'm sending people from the TV station! I want to see Protestant symbols at the interview, the more provocative the better!"

"Oh, and add some drama, surprises, special effects, anything! Remember, Langdon, if you mess this up, you're fired! This is huge hype; all of MF's money is mine!"

"You guys are useless! Get lost!"

David Hart's religious beliefs are very flexible and he changes them at will according to his needs. He was originally Catholic, then Protestant, and now Jewish.

Cheerleader auditions can be live-streamed?! Langdon left, drenched in sweat.

Is a Catholic saint selecting cheerleaders being broadcast live under a Protestant sign?

This isn't religious freedom, it's a religious gladiatorial show!

The boss is a ticket seller at the Colosseum!

David grumbled and looked down at his phone.

What a bunch of useless trash.

I don't care if Catholicism is shameful or not.

All I care about is making money.

What a load of bullshit God!

If God truly existed, with all the mess he's created, he would have been struck by lightning long ago.

But what about now?

I'm living a good life, and it's getting better and better.

He wasn't struck by lightning, therefore God doesn't exist.

This is the most concise summary of God by someone who made billions of dollars through unethical means.

the phone is ringing.

Theodore's voice came through: "David, we can arrange a public debate between Brian and Marty. We think now is a good time."

Brian's "speaking for the people" slogan put immense pressure on Marty, who had to quickly gain the upper hand in public opinion, or the situation could spiral out of control.

David laughed: "No problem, the date is set for two weeks from now. Then, let's watch a splendid political reality show!"