Crown of Silence

Chapter 118 Would you like to have some too?

Half an hour ago, in the crowded classroom.

In the last row, Ye Qingxuan sat in the middle with dignity. The only empty seat in the row was Bai Xi who was dozing off next to him.

For some reason, although the classroom was crowded, no one wanted to sit around Ye Qingxuan. Those students from noble families could understand, as most of them had servants who had already taken their seats, and they simply didn't bother to come and grab seats in advance. Most of the common students stood around and listened quietly.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan buried his head in writing, they didn't come to disturb him, but just nodded and greeted him when they passed by, but seemed to be hesitant about something and didn't dare to get too close.

"Is it their teacher? Hehe."

Bai Xi sneered while lying on the table: "Now that the principal is not here, all the teachers in the branches and major departments have been won over by the school committee. Now the school committee and those teachers regard our music history department as a thorn in their eyes, and they can't wait to expel us... They dare not come over. If they are regarded as accomplices, they will be in trouble.

It is obviously winter now, and they would rather stand in the cold eyes than take the slightest risk to support those who speak for them.

Such people deserve to be treated as pariahs..."

"Bai Xi."

Ye Qingxuan raised his finger and knocked on her forehead: "Don't be so harsh when speaking Thin. "

"That's right! Did you know that there was a civilian genius in the college a few years ago? He was really a good man. He did so many things for the bullied classmates in the college.

In the end, he was excluded and driven away. Those who had been helped by him watched him kneel in front of the school gate and cry...

Fortunately, cousin, you are not stupid enough to fight for them, otherwise you would definitely be trapped by these pig teammates. "

"Don't generalize. There were many people who protested and dropped out of school with him at that time. "

"Humph, there are only a few. "

Bai Xi snorted coldly, retracted her eyes and continued to sleep. She was almost exhausted. After staying up late last night, she followed Ye Qingxuan to attend the open class today. She was so sleepy.

On the other hand, Ye Qingxuan, this pervert, has been energetic until now. He still holds the small leather notebook that Bai Xi brought with him in his hand, and carefully checks something.

After reading two pages, he buried his head in the letter in front of him and started writing.

The letter paper is of the best quality, a luxury item that costs more than ten pounds. I just bought it this morning, and now it is filled with a thick stack of writing. It is placed on Ye Qingxuan's right hand, pressed by the ink bottle.

The font of the letter is the most popular font among the nobles. This font originated from the Holy City. After the priests who were used to writing in the language of the order also retained some of their original writing habits when writing the common language. This writing habit was later carried forward and became a special font. It looks exquisite and simple, and not lacking in solemnity, so it was welcomed among the nobles.

When Ye Qingxuan was a scribe, he spent several months practicing this font, and even won the praise of the priest. Now he is naturally familiar with writing. It was from that time that the priest started to train him to become a clergyman.

But for some reason, Ye Qingxuan wore a thin layer of gloves on both hands when he was writing. Even the wrists and forearms were included. Since the letter paper was bought and the writing was completed, no inch of skin has touched the letter paper.

Bai Xi was curious and went to take a look. After reading two lines, she felt dizzy. The whole letter was written with gorgeous words and seemed to be written in the rhythm of some kind of poetry, but the content was empty and tasteless.

It looked elegant and considerate. It asked about the health of an elder in a subtle and concerned way. It also modestly and without flatteringly expressed that the other party cared about it and that it was deeply touched. Finally, it mentioned the situation when the other party met with it at the dinner party last month, and finally said goodbye reluctantly.

In Bai Xi's opinion, it was simply sissy to the extreme. If someone wrote to him like this, he would definitely find the guy who was tired of him and beat him up.

At the end of the letter, Ye Qingxuan left the name he had just chosen last night: Your loyal friend - Sherlock Holmes.

"What is this?"

Bai Xi curiously reached out to pick up the letter, but Ye Qingxuan took up his finger and flicked it away, "Don't touch it."

Bai Xi was stunned, and then withdrew his hand with some grievance.

Ye Qingxuan explained: "It will leave fingerprints and other clues, so it's best not to touch these things without gloves."

"What are you doing?" She couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"Writing a letter."

Ye Qingxuan picked up the small notebook and shook it, "--Write to those who need help."

Bai Xi looked at the contents of the notebook, but was confused. The whole notebook was filled with strange characters and numbers, which made no sense at all.

"What the hell is this?"

"Code."

Ye Qingxuan said, "To be precise, there are three types."

"One part is a permutation cipher, which converts the alphabet and word list in some way, shuffles them and rearranges them. One part is a mapping game, and the last part is a codeword... It's interesting to decipher, but it's not difficult."

After he finished speaking, he shrugged: "Compared with the deciphering of ancient classics and the analysis of musical notes, it's simply not worth mentioning."

"What's written in it?"

"The records left by the Rat Club when they worked for others over the years."

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "Sam is a scheming person. He is afraid that he will be killed by those people if he knows too much. So he always has to keep something to save his life."

"If you are afraid of being killed, why don't you just not do it in the first place?"

"If everything can be thought of in the past, the world will not be so cruel." Ye Qingxuan shrugged lightly, folded the letter he had just written, carefully put it into the envelope with tweezers, applied glue to seal it, and finally put it and the thick letter paper under the ink bottle into a small box and stuffed it into the backpack.

Finally done.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in the chair, and felt sleepy all over. From yesterday to now, he has not slept at all. Now that he has relaxed, he feels sleepy all over.

But he can't sleep.

Hungry.

Bai Xi was dozing off when she suddenly heard a faint thundering sound coming from beside her. She looked up blankly and saw Ye Qingxuan lying on the table with a look of despair on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry." Ye Qingxuan whispered.

Bai Xi looked at him helplessly for a long time, shook her head and sighed: "Idiot."

Although she said so, she still put the extra breakfast she bought on the table and pushed it over. Ye Qingxuan picked up the paper bag as if she had been pardoned, unfolded it, and then her face became a little bitter: "Cousin, your breakfast is a bit greasy."

"If you like it, eat it. If you don't want to eat it, forget it!"

"I eat, I eat..."

Ye Qingxuan nodded in a panic and lowered his head to start eating voraciously.

But as he ate, he felt that the atmosphere was gradually wrong. It was as if the whole world was silent. He raised his head and saw that everyone was looking at him with complicated faces, as if he had done something unacceptable to heaven and earth.

Right on the podium, I don't know when, the teacher who was concentrating on the course had already locked his eyes on him.

"That classmate, the one eating, yes, it's you..."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and felt that something bad was going to happen.

At this moment, many figures flashed through his mind, but for some reason, he was fixed on the slutty senior brother.

So, in front of everyone, he put down his breakfast awkwardly, wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, coughed twice, put on a humble and enthusiastic smile, took out a chicken leg from the paper bag, and handed it to the front.

Or, you can have some too?

"..."

In the dead silence, Laura's expression twitched and she shook her head slowly.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned: It's over, this trick doesn't work! Does this trick also depend on who uses it?

After the crowd was embarrassed for a while, someone couldn't help laughing. Laura looked at his bewildered look, frowning slowly: "Student, are you really listening to the class?"

"Sorry, I didn't eat yesterday, and I was a little hungry. I'm really sorry." Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly and quickly put away his breakfast:

"I was actually listening to the class seriously."

"Really?" Laura just said, "I just mentioned the introduction of the illusion school and the mental image school. Why don't you introduce them to everyone?"

"Me?" Ye Qingxuan pointed at himself and shook his head embarrassedly: "Isn't it appropriate?"

"If you can't say it, you will deduct credits." Laura said lightly, "If you can answer it, I will count you as passing this open class, and it won't count as your violation of discipline."

"That's great, let me think about it..."

Ye Qingxuan was relieved immediately, and after pretending to recall it, he replied:

"The School of Illusion studies and explores the difference between truth and falsehood, and puts forward the hypotheses of 'brain in a vat' and 'Ship of Theseus'.

They advocate exploring the mutual influence between the world and humans. In the East, this theory is also called 'interaction between heaven and man'.

The School of Mind Imagery explores the source of human soul. They are good at controlling human consciousness and emotions, and advocate self-cultivation and spiritual training. Therefore, it and the Revelation School are also the cradle of many philosophers..."

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's answer so skillfully, Laura's expression softened slightly, and continued to ask: "Then what about the external performance of the musicians of the seven factions? Try to give some examples."

"The most obvious should be the change in personality, which is also one of the compatibility between people and factions."

Ye Qingxuan remembered the explanation that Charles had given to himself.

Factions and musicians actually choose each other, and there is no unilateral selection of factions by musicians. The seven factions actually have various implicit requirements for musicians.

If it is just a one-sided performance of musicians, most musicians will act in accordance with the style of the school itself.

In Charles' words, most musicians of the Change Faction have bad tempers, and musicians of the Chant Faction are generally polarized, either extremely cheerful or gloomy.

People of the Summoning Faction look like beasts, and musicians of the Revelation Faction are all fatalists. Musicians of the Imagery Faction are often likable, the Illusion School is moody, and the Forbidden Faction all have facial muscle paralysis, looking like machines, without any emotions.

Of course, words cannot be said directly, and the wording should always be gentler.

After hearing Ye Qingxuan's answer, the displeasure in Laura's eyes finally dissipated a little, and she nodded slowly: "It seems that you have a good foundation in this area.

Now that you know this, then you must have some ideas about the choice of faction next?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and his expression gradually became awkward:

"To be honest, this... I'm busy with a lot of things, and I haven't thought about it yet..."

Lola frowned: "Is there anything more important than your future?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled and didn't say anything.

--Maybe the only thing more important than your future is your past?