Crown of Silence

Chapter 215 Fairness, Justice and Openness

At the same time, in the lounge, the door was closed.

Several team leaders sat on chairs, looking at each other, their expressions gloomy and ugly.

"What should we do now?" Glenn spoke first: "We have been classmates for so many years, and we are all familiar with each other. Don't pretend.

Our branch has issued a death order that the Music and History Department cannot be retained until the next round. Don't you have any pressure on your heads?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone's expression became helpless. You have pressure, I have pressure, and everyone has pressure.

What else can we do? Do it by force?

There is really no way. It was unexpected that the Music and History Department stayed until now. Who would have thought that the recognized rookie team could have two consecutive rounds of byes and stayed until now. It is the limit of the school committee's tolerance.

The four major branches alone would never tolerate a little-known department that has been on the verge of being abolished for so many years to keep pace with them, or even put it on their necks.

Otherwise, he will be a laughing stock when he walks out in the future: Look, he is that so-and-so, and I heard that he was beaten badly by a team in the graduation test of his own school...

Thinking of this scene, everyone present couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"No matter how determined you are, there is nothing you can do if you can't defeat them." Someone sighed, "It's not that we don't work hard, it's that the Music History Department is too cunning."

"At this point, can't the Student Union come up with a charter?"

Glenn looked at Karen, who was present in place of Banner. He was the confidant of the Student Union President Gavin. Although Gavin has basically stepped down now, his influence on the Student Union is still strong.

What's more, the next round of presidents has not yet been elected. Basically, everything the Student Union does is still based on Gavin's will.

From a certain perspective, the Student Union has made an indelible contribution to the Music History Department's survival to this day. Unlike other schools' student unions that are only for show, at the Royal Academy of Music, the Student Union is part of the school's management, and even has more authority than some teachers.

Including now, if the student union is willing, it can even directly influence the arrangement of the game, and there are not too many ways. But from beginning to end, the student union has been silent and low-key, like a transparent person.

Even the group of unpopular guys in the school rules enforcement department have a stronger presence than them. This makes other chiefs suspicious: Gavin, what is he up to?

Karen obviously knew it clearly. He was silent for a moment and whispered:

"Don't worry, just let them go. Even if they mess around, they won't mess around for too long."

"Is this what Gavin said?"

"It's just my guess." Karen said, "The president has already made arrangements for the music history department."

In an instant, Glenn and the others' eyes suddenly became clear, and when they exchanged glances, their expressions became a little complicated.

Gavin, that guy, made so much effort to arrange it, just to send the music history department to his brother?

It seems that he is determined to let Banner be his successor. Not only did he send his best men to help Banner, but he also tried hard to open a backdoor.

When Banner has enough experience and becomes the president of the student union, his position will be as stable as Mount Tai.

"What a good brother."

Another bad-tempered leader snorted and left the lounge first, "The Royal Academy of Music is not the back garden of the two brothers!"

After everyone left, in the empty lounge, the smile on Karen's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became confused.

President, what exactly does it mean?

Even he couldn't figure it out.

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"Brother, are you going to let me handle the music history department?"

Under the stage of the lottery, Banner looked at Karen, and then looked at the snoring guy from a distance. His expression changed from disgust at the beginning to indifference.

That was the indifference that he didn't care about him at all, just a simple contempt.

"Why didn't he come and tell me in person?"

Karen was stunned for a moment, and forced a smile: "Maybe the president has more important expectations for you."

"Really?" Banner glanced at him and said lightly, "Well, anyway, that group of trash can only make up the numbers, and can't have too much expectations. I'll go and teach him what the sky is high and the earth is thick."

But next to him, Karen saw Banner's green eyes flashing with sinisterness, and couldn't help sighing in his heart:

Obviously they are brothers, but why are there no similarities?

"What are you looking at?"

Banner seemed to sense his sight and turned back suddenly. Karen was stunned and shook his head vigorously: "Nothing."

"Then let's go, since it's already been arranged, don't delay too long."

Banner stepped onto the platform first, and Karen followed behind him, but saw that under his sleeves, his fists were clenched, and the white joints were protruding.

Like an illusion, he heard Banner's soft sneer, and where he couldn't see, Banner's eyes were cold.

This time, he would not let the oriental bastard who usurped his reputation be arrogant for too long.

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"Are you all here?"

After being tossed around for two consecutive days, Sidney's expression seemed to have become numb. He looked at all the people who were doing it, and the arrogant dog who was so high and mighty that it made people's teeth itch, and waved his hand weakly.

"Then let's draw lots."

This is the last round before the semi-finals. I hope nothing will happen again.

"Wait."

An unhappy student looked at Lao Fei, "For several times in a row, the Music History Department has sent a dog to draw lots. Are they dissatisfied with the school's arrangement? Or do they look down on other students?

I think the Music History Department should give us an explanation, otherwise I refuse to be insulted like this..."

"You can leave if you are unhappy."

The dog suddenly made a lazy sound, and everyone was stunned and looked at each other: What the hell is going on? The dog spoke? It sounded like a little girl?

Soon, they found that it was the musical note on the dog's collar. Bai Xi was shaking the collar in the stands, and his speaking style was as sharp as ever.

"What do you mean?"

The student's face changed color, "Do you want to provoke?"

"I just don't like people to accuse us in public." Bai Xi sneered, "The school recognizes it, the principal recognizes it, you don't recognize it? You are so powerful? Why don't you just kick us out?"

Old Fei also cooperated unusually, looking at him with disdain, which doubled the effect of the ridicule, and it was simply outstanding!

It was visible to the naked eye that the student's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his eyes almost spewed fire.

"Enough!"

Sidney snorted coldly, slapped the table hard, glanced at everyone present gloomily, and finally looked at Old Fei:

"This time, the school committee supervised the lottery process in a fair and just manner. I hope you will no longer have the mentality of muddling through and go all out to compete."

He squeezed out the four words "go all out" from between his teeth, and anyone could see how unhappy he was.

In the first two times, the lottery was a person who put his hand directly into the box to pick out a number. However, this time, the coaches of the three branches of Transformation, Summoning, and Revelation gathered together.

Three people, six eyes stared at every hand that reached into the box. Yegor's eyes even lit up with a faint light, and he directly saw through the box through the transformation formula and observed the whole process.

Being surrounded by such a big scene, all the students who drew lots couldn't help but feel a little scared. This posture is the rhythm of tearing themselves into pieces if they are caught doing something wrong.

Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?

It's just playing football, not a vote on state affairs in the House of Commons. There must be six musicians present to isolate all etheric influences to show fairness...

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, all the team leaders came forward to draw lots one by one. Every time they drew lots, they had to be scanned by the three coaches, even the fat on their stomachs was not spared.

Until the end, it was Lao Fei's turn.

Under the three sharp eyes, Lao Fei took it for granted and walked forward as if nothing happened. As if sensing their scrutiny, he snorted with disdain, raised his hand to overturn the empty box, picked up the last sign, and turned away.

He didn't even look at the three of them.

Yegor and Ingmar looked ugly.

It was obvious that Ludwig, who was used to animals, didn't take it to heart. Instead, he followed behind and looked at Lao Fei with a little interest, understating some terms of the summoning faction, as if analyzing the animal nature and physique of Lao Fei. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

Lao Fei looked back at him, grinned, revealing two rows of small fangs, meaning: You little guy, try it?

Ludwig immediately retracted his palm, and noticing the look in his colleagues' eyes, he couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "I just think this dog is weird, and has a bad temper."

"Ahem."

Sidney coughed twice, signaling Ludwig to pay attention to his manners, and then put on a stern face: "The draw is over, everyone can check the schedule by themselves. If you have any questions, ask them now. If you have any more questions after the end, don't bother with them anymore."

He lowered his head and coughed twice again, hiding the sneer on his face.

Questions? What other questions can there be? Under the supervision of the three coaches, all processes are fair and open.

Even if he quietly mobilized his vice-president's authority and directly affected the result of the draw through the Requiem Boundary...

In any case, the lucky myth of the Music History Department, which has been given two byes in recent days, is about to end.

He prepared the best enemy for the Music History Department-the Royal School.

Soon, the team leaders hung the signs in their hands on the tree diagram according to the numbers. In the noise, some people were thankful, while others were wailing.

"No objections? No objections?"

Sidney asked three times with a smile, and when no one responded, he slowly nodded, "Then the discussion is over, everyone hang the sign on the schedule and announce it."

Under his expectant gaze, Banner raised his head coldly.

Soon, the crowd was silent for a moment and slowly separated.

In the silence, Banner stepped forward and hung the sign representing the Royal School in his hand at the position 001. Next to the sign, there was another place prepared for the enemy.

That's right, a place prepared for the enemy.

He slowly turned his head and looked coldly at the last vicious dog basking in the sun in the crowd.

The vicious dog noticed his gaze, raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

As if he could feel everyone's waiting, and those gloating eyes. Lao Fei disdainfully retracted his gaze, picked up the sign on the ground, and walked forward.

It passed through the crowd and went straight past Banner. It stood up in front of the tree diagram, staring at the empty seat next to the Royal School, and then, according to the number on the sign, hung it... on the outermost part of the list.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

"Wait!" Sidney's face suddenly changed, and he called out to Lao Fei who turned and left, "I said it long ago! Don't send a beast who doesn't even know what the number is. Don't you even know where your position is?"

He turned around, suddenly took off the sign of the Music History Department, and hung it next to the Royal School: "It's obviously... obviously... obviously..."

His movements stopped abruptly, and the sound in his mouth became out of tune. He just lowered his head in astonishment and looked at the sign in his hand.

What's the obvious? It should be next to the Royal School.

But why... is it a bye? !

"Byes."

"Byes?"

"Byes..."

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions became strange and ugly, until finally, Sidney stopped stiffly, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

What to say? He dug a hole for himself... The time to make comments has long passed! He said that no matter who has comments after the end, they are not allowed to entangle.

Is he going to break his promise in front of all the students in the school?

His face was livid, and he hung the sign back to the place next to him with difficulty, turned around, and announced hoarsely:

"Music History Department has a bye."

The fourth round, another bye...

In the audience, the whole audience was in an uproar.

In the stands, Xia Er cheered, Bai Xi screamed, and Brother Bench sat blankly.

Ye Qingxuan... was still sleeping with his mouth open.

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Just now, my friend informed me that the booth number of Shanghai CP16 has been announced: K48-49. The sample of the book has also been released, and I don't think there will be any problems. The plane tickets have also been bought~See you on the 28th and 29th~