Crown of Silence

Chapter 193 I’m going to vent

The scorching sun

in the silent square

Fountain, teenager, and naked man.

The most shameless bard cannot write such a vulgar poem!

"Brother, what the hell are you doing?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed.

But the statue was silent and no one responded. It's like he guessed wrong.

"Are you pretending to me?"

After Ye Qingxuan looked around and saw that there was no one around, he walked up decisively and kicked the statue in the crotch bitterly.

"Ouch!"

The statue's expression instantly became distorted, and a trembling voice sounded in Ye Qingxuan's ears, "Junior brother, spare your life!"

"Spare you, you big-headed devil."

Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "We found so many places and locations last night, but why did you turn out in such a vulgar manner?"

"I'm hiding out in the city!"

Seeing Ye Qingxuan preparing to kick him, the statue waved his hand quickly, "Okay, okay, all the other positions are occupied, even the gargoyles on the wall are occupied!"

I can only take risks..."

"Brother, you'd better change to a different place as soon as possible. Those guys have already started taking random photos. If you are beaten, I can't save you."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to worry about this, I'm smart. It should be okay to survive the first round...it's just that the graduation project is a bit difficult."

Charles gritted his teeth: "You don't need to kick me so hard! My mimicry will be broken by you!"

Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and said, "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood."

"Where's Bai Xi?"

Charles looked behind him, "Where did she go?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head silently, turned around and said goodbye, "Brother, please wish yourself well. I'll leave first."

"Huh? Wait!"

Charles was stunned: "Where are you going?"

The young man walked away, but waved his hand without looking back. An irritated voice came from the distance:

"——I'm going to vent!"

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Auditorium, second floor, huge conference room.

On the wall, an aerial view of the entire academy is projected.

You can vaguely see countless small black dots moving on it, and there are also red dots scattered all over.

A red dot kept lighting up, exploding, and disappearing without a trace. The mimicry found by the students disappeared.

But what's more, the black spots are getting darker and darker, spinning around like headless flies, and finally disappear completely.

The credits are exhausted and eliminated.

Next to the overhead view, names flashed one after another, showing the changes in credits. Finally, a ranking list is listed.

The credits on the list are constantly changing, and the competition is fierce, rising and falling almost every second.

In the conference room, all the teachers looked at the list intently, looking for familiar names and watching the rise and fall of scores with concern.

Occasionally, his eyes would fall on the girl in front of him, and he would become in awe.

Right at the front, the girl sitting upright just looked at the map on the wall silently without saying anything. After not seeing her for a long time, she has gained a bit more royal dignity and aloofness, making people dare not offend her easily.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

Beside her, Maxwell asked softly.

After the girl pondered for a moment, she replied softly: "Beyond my expectations, I thought there would be some one-on-one combat competitions to select the strongest.

Now it seems that it is a bit childish. "

"Your Majesty Mary, is that the arena for reckless men you're talking about?"

Maxwell shook his head, "Since it's a school, it's better to keep it like a school."

"Shouldn't a musician's school teach them what it means to be a musician?" Mary asked, "They must always be prepared for the future."

"Actually, it turns out that's what I thought too."

The principal shook his head helplessly: "At the beginning, I wanted to make them work harder so that they could experience what real fighting and pioneering is like as soon as possible. Let them grow up based on actual combat and the strictest standards.

But looking at so many young faces, it feels too cruel... They are still a group of children.

To me, too, to His Highness. "

Mary looked at him confused, but the principal laughed.

This guy took out a bottle of champagne from nowhere, skillfully opened the bottle and poured the wine into her hand, and then clinked the glasses with her.

"We can talk about the future in the future, why put everything in the present?" Maxwell raised his glass, beaming, "Since it's the school anniversary, let's just celebrate it as a holiday and let's all have fun together."

Mary looked at his smile in silence, the coldness and frost in her eyes slightly disintegrating.

"Then, just follow what the principal says."

She picked up the wine glass and took a sip, feeling a little sour.

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As time goes by, the trend of the rankings gradually becomes clear. Some people are happy and some are worried. The teachers at Apocalypse Academy were almost so happy that they were almost whistling.

Among the top 100 people, almost fifty or more are students from the Apocalypse faction.

The Apocalypse system itself is good at exploring, detecting, and finding specific items. A slightly flawed mimicry is full of loopholes in front of them.

This kind of trial is simply a blessing for them.

Seeing one name after another squeeze into the top ten, the teacher of Enlightenment Academy became even more happy. But next to it, the face of Change Academy became worse and worse.

Ingmar stared intently at the names on the ranking list, watching Bart's step-by-step rise in the rankings, and his eyes were filled with joy: His dedicated teachings have not been in vain. Bart, this child, has suddenly become enlightened recently, and his performance has become outstanding. There are faint signs of chasing Banner.

It’s going to be the top ten, it’s going to be the top ten! Just a little bit away...

He clenched his fists and stared at the leaderboard until Bart's score flashed instantly and he jumped over the red line. He couldn't help but pump his fist and cheer in a low voice.

Success!

As long as you have an advantage in the first round, you can squeeze into the top five if you try harder in the second round.

At that time, you can enter the Sleeping Point, and through the special power of the Sleeping Point, you can quickly touch the threshold of the musician level and perform 'celestial induction'.

By then, if the core of the Apocalypse faction can be laid, it can be predicted that Bart will be a rising star in the Apocalypse Academy in the future.

Seeing his excited expression, the bearded man from the Change Faction curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Another bastard from the Apocalypse Academy."

"Currently, it seems that Enlightenment College is leading the score." The principal glanced at the rankings, "Other colleges are lagging behind."

Mary thought for a while and asked: "I remember that the main instructor of the Revelation Academy was Mr. Ingmar who deciphered the Babylonian riddles, right?"

"Exactly down there."

Hearing this, Ingmar stood up and saluted. Thinking that even the second princess had heard his name, he couldn't help but feel excited.

"Ten years ago, Mr. Ingmar was a famous historical scholar of the Dark Ages. His exploration of ancient music theory is obvious to all."

Mary nodded approvingly, "I didn't expect that Mr. Ingmar would still teach so many outstanding students after returning to the academy, which is admirable."

Ingmar concealed the pride in his eyes and nodded reservedly, "It is also one of the responsibilities of a musician to hand over his knowledge to more people.

Of course, the most important thing is to select the materials that can be built, and don't work on rotten wood and mud..."

He glanced behind him without leaving a trace, only to find that the one-armed man was just lowering his head and writing something intently, without hearing his own words at all.

"Mr. Abraham."

His eyes turned cold, "Excuse me for being rude, are you writing something important? So important that it would be disrespectful in front of the royal family?"

Abraham looked up blankly, was stunned for a moment, and put down the pen at a loss: "Hey, I'm sorry, I just had some temporary ideas about interpretation, so I couldn't help but write them down."

"Is it?"

Ingmar said coldly: "You have to write it down carefully. There are not many ideas that can support your fallacy.

However, Your Highness is here to inspect on behalf of the Queen this time, so you’d better think about how to explain your contempt for the Royal Family to His Highness..."

Abraham looked at the girl, finally reacted, and lowered his head in a panic.

When Mary saw his steel prosthetic limb, she seemed to think of something and was stunned for a moment. Soon, she shook her head:

"It is normal for the Apocalypse faction to pursue inspiration. I look forward to the early release of Mr. Abraham's interpretation results."

Seeing that Abraham, who had committed a disgrace in front of the king, was let go so gently, Ingmar couldn't help but snorted softly: "Thank you for your tolerance, Your Highness, I may not be able to let you escape next time."

"Since His Highness will no longer pursue the case, let's remember the mistake."

The principal waved his hand to signal Ingmar to stop pestering him, and instead asked Abraham: "I remember that your students also participated in this trial?"

"Yes, one graduate and two freshmen this year." Abraham sighed, "I'm afraid the results will not be very good."

"Don't be too pessimistic, Abraham."

The principal patted him on the shoulder, his voice sounding like a smile: "Who can tell clearly until the end of the matter?"

There was a soft sound of a bubble bursting.

On the overhead view, a red dot representing graduates quietly dissipated.

And right at the bottom of the rankings, where no one saw it, a name quietly moved forward.

There was another soft sound, and the name moved forward one more place.

Then, the third sound came...

——

boom!

In front of the central building, the door collapsed and shattered.

In the courtyard, everyone turned around in surprise and looked at the white-haired boy who walked in from the door.

"The material is wrong, go back and rebuild it."

The white-haired boy holding the school badge curled his lips and looked coldly at the dissipating iron door, "You don't even know what iron is made of, so you still have the nerve to use 'mimicry'?"

Ding bell~

The school badge makes a crisp sound, and you get fifty credits. But he didn't even look, he just walked straight towards the crowd.

"That Oriental..."

Some people thought of his bad record in the academy and screamed in shock. Seeing him walking towards her with a stern look on his face, the crowd became slightly commotion.

"What do you want to do?"

Someone stood up and wanted to stop him, but when they saw his cold eyes, they were stunned for a moment, and their voice became stammering: "No private fights are allowed on the school day!"

"I'm in the way, sorry."

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him and patted his shoulder: "Borrow me some light."

"oh oh."

The man subconsciously stepped aside and watched him pass by him. Behind him, those people saw his posture and thought of the bad rumors, and their hearts trembled. They didn't know that this legendary college villain, Dongfang **What do you want to do?

But the oriental man stopped in front of them and suddenly said:

"Do you know? Most of Anglo's territory is near the sea, and most of the area is under the influence of ocean currents, belonging to the temperate oceanic climate."

"Huh?"

The crowd was stunned, thinking that they had hallucinations and didn't understand what he wanted to say.

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By the way, I'll take a leave. Zuoshou Wuming pointed out something. I always feel abnormally bad when typing these two days, and my mood is not good. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow.