Crown of Silence

Chapter 201 I mind

Brother Stool was silent for a while.

"If you think so, I have nothing to say. But if I am going to harm you, why should I persuade you this morning?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. This was true, but it could not clear away the suspicion.

Charles looked at it for a long time, then came over and asked in a low voice:

"Is this guy reliable?"

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and glanced at Brother Shizhi, shaking his head: "To be honest, it's not very reliable."

"...Don't say this in front of me, okay?"

Brother Stool was full of embarrassment, but Ye Qingxuan changed the subject, "But at least he is good at talking, and he has a way of talking about Chicken Soup for the Soul!"

"Is this a compliment?"

Brother Stool's voice became more and more complicated, but Charles came forward and grabbed his hand enthusiastically:

"Then we are like-minded people! It's a pleasure to meet you! After all these years, I didn't know that there are chicken soup lovers like me among the graduates. We must get closer."

As he spoke, Charles touched Brother Stool's hand and his tone became ambiguous: "Oh, this hand is so soft..."

"W-what do you want to do?"

Brother Stool got goosebumps aroused by Ciel's tone. He wanted to pull his hand away, but found that his hand was gripped tightly and could not be pulled away.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just going to give you a palmistry."

Charles grabbed his wrist, slowly opened his fingers, and spread them out one by one, his eyes clear:

"There are no calluses, so he doesn't look like a commoner, but there is no oil on him, so he doesn't look like a noble."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "There are no wounds on the fingers, the nails are cut carefully, and the skin is well maintained. The family should not be short of money."

The two of them finally stopped trying to hide it, and walked around in circles, looking at the restless Brother Stool, their eyes venomous and harsh, trying to dig deep into the root of his soul for any evil intentions.

The two people exchanged opinions word by word, without any hesitation from the person involved being right in front of them.

"The clothes are neat and clean, fully ironed. They seem to pay great attention to appearance and have a sense of honor, but they are also a bit superficial..."

Ye Qingxuan paused and suddenly realized: "He wants to make people think that he is a careful and serious person."

“The hood lacks taste, but it looks square, accurate to… within a millimeter?

Junior brother, this is obsessive-compulsive disorder! "

"Well, the family is not short of money."

"Not a noble."

"I also want to leave a good impression."

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder of..."

The two looked at each other, and Ye Qingxuan guessed: "The son of a businessman?"

"Maybe there will be descendants of scholars."

"Where is the local lord?" Ye Qingxuan added, "It's also possible."

Ciel nodded, "But there is no doubt that utilitarians, careerists, and ambitious people... no matter what kind of people they are, they should have nothing to do with those second-generation losers."

The two nodded with satisfaction.

"End of reasoning."

"Explanation completed."

"Yeah~"

The two little bitches happily high-fived and made the V-sign in unnatural synchrony. On the sofa, Brother Shizi subconsciously wanted to take out a handkerchief from his arms and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Soon, he realized that he couldn't take out a handkerchief at this time, and he couldn't wipe the sweat from his head.

"Do I pass the inspection?"

He smiled bitterly, "So, how many more people should we find next? I heard that the main team of Enlightenment Academy this year has more than twenty people forming a team."

"Don't look for it, five are enough."

"Five?"

Brother Shizi counted back and forth for a long time: "There are only four people in total. Is there anyone else joining in?"

"People don't have one, but dogs do."

Ciel waved Lao Fei's paw and waved to him, "How's it going? This is one of your teammates. Do you want to come over and say hello?"

"..."

In the disdainful eyes of Lao Fei, Brother Stool was confused and somewhat unable to turn around.

"Now that we have gathered enough people, there is only one last question left." Charles patted his thigh, raised his head and asked:

"Have any of you ever played football?"

"..."

There was a dead silence, no one raised a hand.

Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, have you never kicked?"

"Of course I didn't. I was so annoying when I was little, why didn't everyone take me to play? It's so miserable. Ye Zi, don't tell me that you haven't kicked me either!"

"Well……"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes suddenly drifted, "I used to have a lot of study tasks, how could I have time to play?"

Charles was stunned and looked at Bai Xi.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Bai Xi snorted: "I'm fine, why are you fighting for a ball with dozens of people? The ball can't be used as food!"

Charles looked at Lao Fei with his last glimmer of hope.

Lao Fei rolled his eyes at him and looked down upon his intelligence: Do you actually think that a dog can play football when it is idle?

Charles was completely desperate and turned to Brother Stool:

"And you?"

Brother Shizi suddenly felt embarrassed, "Ahem, my tutoring was quite strict when I was a kid. I thought you all kicked me."

"…In other words, none of us have ever played football?"

No one responded.

So, Charles sighed: "It's getting late tonight, let's go wash our necks and go to sleep. We have to go out to die tomorrow.

I hope my death won’t be too ugly..."

——

The next day, it was a sunny and windy day.

Inside the Requiem barrier, there is a huge stadium. The stadium is packed with people. As far as the eye can see, it is a dark mass of people and a bustling crowd.

Ye Qingxuan stepped on the stadium and felt the emerald green grass under his feet. The wind carried the fragrance of grass and trees, and the faint smell of soil, which made people miss it very much.

Even the sound of the sea tide that had been lingering in his ears had gone away.

He seemed to have returned to the mainland, to a wide lawn, and was no longer in that distant and unfamiliar city.

"It feels so good to be down to earth, Charles."

He suddenly said something without thinking, and Charles looked confused.

When the crowd in the audience noticed that the boy appeared on the stadium, they immediately set off a commotion.

A considerable number of people booed and jeered, and a large number of people ignored the pressure from the school, painted their faces, waved flags and shouted:

"Chief Ye, come on! I support you!"

"Chief Ye will win! Show those guys some color!"

In the crowd, someone suddenly screamed in a shrill voice: "Dongfang Ye, I want to have a baby with you!"

"...There's no need to have a baby, right?"

Ye Qingxuan's expression froze, and he waved to the audience.

Soon, the referee appeared on the field.

This was the first game of the day, and the captain, Xiaer, went to draw lots on behalf of the team.

Originally, Ye Qingxuan was strongly opposed to this, because Xiaer had such bad luck. But it seemed that no one in the whole team had good luck, so he had to let him do it.

As a result, it was natural...

"What a bad luck."

Ye Qingxuan looked at the returning Xia Er expressionlessly, and Xia Er forced out an awkward smile: "First bitter, then sweet, first bitter, then sweet..."

"First bitter, then sweet, sister! The first game is the seed team of the Transformation Academy, there are three graduates among the twelve people! The others are all destroyers..."

Ye Qingxuan wanted to die, "Don't even mention football, they put football aside, one person fired a frost ray and a hand of fire, and we died to who knows where!"

"Hey! Chief Ye, we are ready here. Can we start?"

On the other side of the field, the group of guys in the Transformation Academy who were sharpening their knives looked expectant.

Everyone knows the current situation. Chief Ye, who was the most popular in the first round, has now become the biggest soft persimmon.

If the ordinary students had the upper hand in the first round, then the second round would be completely reversed, and this would become the home court of the graduates.

This group of guys who have been in school for so many years have learned so much about music. Even the dumbest people should have a basic understanding of rhythm after five or six years. Excellent students should at least be able to touch the edge of the induction of heaven and man, and become formal musicians in the near future. Not to mention that at least a dozen of them have obtained the qualification of formal musicians, and it is too easy for them to beat the younger students below.

Apart from anything else, the music history department’s melons and two dates are not enough for these dozen people.

If you don’t seize this opportunity to squeeze out a few more credits, you will be ashamed of your conscience.

“Don’t worry, we are still discussing strategy.”

Ye Qingxuan forced a smile.

The referee looked down at his pocket watch: “I’ll give you five minutes.”

“It’s okay, we’re not in a hurry, Chief Ye, you can discuss it slowly. How about ten minutes? Is it enough?”

James, the leader of the Change Academy, waved his hand magnanimously, looked at his teammates, and laughed immediately.

“Twenty minutes is fine.” Someone in the team whistled.

This match was like a sure win. Could it be that if Ye Qingxuan was given another ten minutes, they would be able to turn out dozens of people?

So, Xia Er and his group looked ugly, and Bai Xi even raised her little finger provocatively to the other side.

"What should we do now?"

Xia Er asked in a low voice.

"It's OK. The other side is ready to bully us. What else can we do?"

Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and said, "Follow the discussion! I don't believe they can be more shameless than us..."

Soon, under the arrangement of the referee, the two sides stood on the dividing line in the middle of the lawn. Before the game started, they shook hands with each other.

Looking at the team with more than twice their number and their impatient opponents, the supporters in the audience could not help but feel sad.

But soon, the other side was dumbfounded:

"Wait, who is this?"

The stool brother wearing a concrete cube looked at the sky as if nothing had happened, whistling innocently, as if he didn't realize how abrupt he was.

In an instant, everyone looked at him, and he suddenly became a little stiff: "Uh..."

"This is our new member, his nickname is Erzhuzi, you can just call him Dunzi." Ye Qingxuan waved calmly, "Dunzi, don't be in a daze, come and say hello to everyone."

The stool brother seemed to glare at Ye Qingxuan, but soon, he sighed helplessly: "Hello everyone, I'm Erzhuzi."

Erzhuzi, you big-headed ghost.

James didn't believe him, frowned and stared at him, "Are you from the music history department? Why haven't we seen you before?

You dress so strangely, isn't there a problem?"

"Because he is ugly, I'm afraid he will scare you."

Ye Qingxuan lied shamelessly, looking at them sideways: "Besides, as long as he is from the college, it's fine, right? Do you want to check the student ID?

You are so nosy, I don't know if you are from the execution department."

"You..."