Crown of Silence

Chapter 200 Do you mind if I play football?

Late at night, Department of Music and History, living room.

Ye Qingxuan, Xia Er, and Bai Xi looked at each other in awkward silence.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan asked first with a serious expression:

"So, what now?"

"Have no idea."

Charles scratched his head: "That little bastard in your grade is quite right. We may really be dead this time."

"One thousand points for a win, five hundred points for a tie, and five hundred points for a loss... If we can't find a solution, we will definitely die miserably this time. I'm fine, senior brother, you will definitely not be able to graduate. "

"...Well, it doesn't matter if you can't graduate."

Charles asked hesitantly: "Actually, I've gotten used to it a long time ago. How about I hang out for another two years and wait until next year?"

"If you don't talk about anything else, let's put aside the issue of graduation. The Sleeping Cave, the Sublimation Ceremony, and the Heart Seal of the Movement... There is no such store just a village away."

Ye Qingxuan was anxious: "Senior brother, please work harder. You see, Bai Xi still scored a few hundred points to come back today! You have passed the first round of trials, why don't you try harder?"

"It's useless to try hard for this kind of thing, right?"

Charles spread his hands, "If hard work can solve all problems, then why don't everyone work hard?"

"...Then we will be dead this time."

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, "When it comes to graduation, I don't even have enough points to deduct points. Next year the school committee will definitely force us to beg for food."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with begging for food."

Charles scratched his head: "To be honest, there was a time when I was not doing very well. The teacher was also worried at that time. He was worried that I would have no food to eat in the future. What if I went to beg for food?

Then it suddenly dawned on me! "

"...Enlightenment?"

"That's right."

Charles became elated: "I spent several months observing beggars in Avalon and trying to learn begging skills.

Not to mention, Avalon's welfare is pretty good, and you don't have to worry about living as a beggar.

Let me tell you, I have identified a few points and go there to beg for food, just to make sure I don’t get hungry! So, junior brother, don’t be afraid, even if you go to beg for food, senior brother can help you show off and help you fly! "

"Senior Brother, where is your pursuit!"

Ye Qingxuan clenched the joints of his fists, wanting to hit him.

"I even keep in mind the most valuable golden land for begging in the entire Avalon. If I don't want food, I will be the beggar king of the year! Haven't you pursued this yet?"

"Is the pursuit asking you to beg for food?"

Bai Xi, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted them: "Hey, you guys are off topic!"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan sat back on the sofa, folded his arms, and said solemnly: "The top priority is to solve the manpower problem first!

If the manpower problem is not solved, we are doomed! "

Xia Er and Bai Xi looked at each other and sighed in unison.

There is really no way to solve this problem.

Yes, this is the most critical problem currently facing the Music History Department - manpower! They don’t have enough manpower!

The other departments, not to mention the three major branches of Transformation, Summoning, and Revelation, are just the Department of Music Theory Studies and the Department of Classical Studies. If nothing else, there are a lot of people to grab! As for the three major branches, let alone forming a football team, they can even form a league!

However, the Department of Le History has not relied on both sides. Over the years, my grandma has not cared about my uncle, and my annual budget is not as large as that of other cafeterias.

No wonder Bart said that Ye Qingxuan and the others were dead.

Because they can't even put together the most basic lineup!

There are currently two or three big cats and kittens in the entire department. If there are no Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi this year, it will be even worse. Charles will be a bare commander.

Not to mention playing football, after he comes on the field, no one can catch up even with a single kick, okay?

"Actually, I think three people are fine."

Ciel coughed twice: "The three of us form a team, at least we have a tacit understanding.

Isn’t that what legendary novels like to write now? Three people form a team, advancing and retreating together. If you come alone, there are three of us. If you come with a hundred people, it will still be three of us..."

"Generally speaking, guys who advance and retreat together are all villains, right? In the end, even if three people come together, they will be defeated by the protagonist...and they don't come alone.

They can easily gather more than twenty people, and they also bring substitutes, coaches and cheerleaders! How are the three of us going to fight? "

"Ahem, junior brother, don't be so pessimistic. Don't we have a proverb in the East that says: 'When the mountains are poor and the rivers are poor, the road to the underworld is restored, and when the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, all are sacred villages.' There is always hope."

"Senior brother, what kind of damn proverb are you talking about? I always feel that I will never die again."

Ye Qingxuan was powerless for a while and almost wanted to go crazy: "Besides, even three people are not enough!

Even if one person plays forward, one is midfielder, one is defender, and there is also a goalkeeper!

Where can we steal another goalie? "

"Um...the keeper is here!"

Charles picked up the big golden retriever dog that was dozing on the ground, held it in front of Ye Qingxuan, and shook it:

"Look, what a great goalkeeper! Majestic! Domineering! Cold! Ruthless! It is simply a nightmare in the academy, a dark legend!"

Lao Fei, who was sleeping in a daze, raised his eyes and looked around blankly, not understanding what was happening.

Ye Qingxuan was also stunned:

"Is this okay?"

"I think it's okay!"

Bai Xi raised his hand in agreement: "Lao Fei is much stronger than others!"

"Yes!" Charles nodded, "I didn't say that dogs are not allowed to play, and Lao Fei is not an ordinary dog. Right, Lao Fei?"

"Ouch!"

Lao Fei turned back and bit his hand in anger. Charles screamed in pain and rolled on the ground.

Seeing that he was beaten by Lao Fei, Ye Qingxuan had no intention of going over to save his life. Instead, he thought carefully.

What Charles said was actually not unreasonable. It didn't make sense that the summoning system's fantasy beasts could play, but Lao Fei couldn't!

In the classification of musicians, there is an advanced level called Jungle Walker.

Those guys usually hang out in the dense forest every day. The biggest feature is that they are good at dealing with animals, and they often bring an animal companion.

They are part of the strength of the Jungle Walker, and even the Holy City has recognized it.

In this case, Lao Fei may not be unable to do it.

Ye Qingxuan bit his nails and began to rack his brains to think about the loopholes in the school rules and the rules on the court.

If there is really no other way, then I can only take Lao Fei with me...

Just as I was thinking, there was a knock on the door of the living room.

In an instant, everyone raised their heads and looked back.

Who else would come here in the middle of the night?

Outside the door, in the dim light, there was a student wearing the uniform of the Revelation College, who looked like a graduate this year.

Coming late at night, he knocked politely, and then waited quietly, without any impatience.

"Who?"

"It's me, the unlucky guy during the day. Chief Ye, you haven't forgotten it, have you?"

That voice seemed to have been heard before, and it sounded familiar. Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and suddenly realized:

"You are the 'stool brother' during the day?!"

"...What is a stool brother?"

The man was stunned, and then he was a little helpless: "Forget it, just call me stool brother."

No wonder Ye Qingxuan called him stool brother. Stool brother is now standing outside the door, wearing a school uniform. His posture, clothes and greetings are all in line with school regulations. He looks polite and kind.

But for some reason, his head is covered with a layer of square...stone.

Yes, stone.

Ye Qingxuan raised his fingers and knocked on it, and the echo was crisp: That's right, this thing is a real concrete brick.

Stool brother's 'mimicry' is quite good, even the material and hardness are perfectly simulated!

However, visiting in the middle of the night, wearing this mask-like headgear, unwilling to reveal his identity, it seems suspicious no matter how you look at it!

"Ahem, don't you invite me in to sit down?"

Brother Stool tilted his head to 'look' at Ye Qingxuan, and Ye Qingxuan pretended that he was now showing a smile.

He curled his lips and opened the door: "Please come in. It is not the way for the Music History Department to let guests stand outside the door."

Soon, Brother Stool sat on the sofa, looking around, as if he could see the surrounding furnishings, and finally nodded, his voice full of praise:

"Small but appropriate, really good. I didn't expect the atmosphere of the Music History Department to be so relaxed and gentle, much better than the cold feeling in most colleges."

"Please have it."

Bai Xi brought a cup of tea with malice, and then looked at his concrete headgear seriously: She wanted to see how this guy drank it...

"...Thank you."

Brother Stool picked up the teacup, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down, which disappointed Bai Xi.

"I'm not here to drink tea tonight. I think Chief Ye should have guessed my intention, so I'll get straight to the point."

"Please."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, looking like he was listening attentively.

"The second round of trials tomorrow is a football match, but as far as I know, there are only three students in the Music History Department.

If I'm not mistaken, you should be worried about the problem of manpower now."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

"That's right."

"So, do you want my help?"

Brother Stool suddenly said, "To be honest, I haven't found my own team yet. If the Music History Department is willing, I can join the Music History Department's team. If you agree, I can also call a few more people.

You are short of manpower, I am short of credits, so it's a win-win for both of us. How about it? If we win, we can share the credits. If we lose, it's my investment failure.

This proposal should not cause any loss to the Music History Department."

Indeed, according to Brother Stool, not only is there no loss, but it is also a sure-win business.

Brother Stool's visit this time is like a timely help, but the charcoal is so beautiful that it can't help but make people suspicious.

"I already know your purpose. Thank you for your help. But there are some questions that must be asked first."

Ye Qingxuan and the others looked at each other, pondered for a moment, and asked directly:

"--Since you are here to help, why do you hide your head and show your tail, wearing a hood?"

Brother Bench smiled bitterly and touched his concrete hood:

"Chief Ye, don't you know that you are now the target of public criticism? Someone has said that whoever dares to help you will be sent to Whitechapel Hospital.

Although I am about to graduate and am not afraid of their threats, you have to let me consider my own safety, right?"

"Since you are considering your own safety, why come to us?"

"It is much better to join forces with strong people than to find a group of pig teammates to hold you back."

Brother Stool's voice was full of a matter-of-fact tone, and his answer was frank and natural, without thinking, which made people involuntarily convinced.

But Ye Qingxuan was unmoved.

"In fact, I have a hypothesis here that can explain all this."

He looked at Brother Stool's square head, and his eyes suddenly became sharp:

"If someone, such as Bart, Banner, or someone who doesn't like me.

In order to make me eliminated in the second round, they let you bring people to join our team and drag us down at the critical moment... Is this hypothesis normal?"