Crown of Silence

Chapter 217 The situation is complicated

In the early morning, in the garden, morning dew condenses on the flower branches, and the flowers fall to the ground, quietly immersing themselves in the soil.

The fragrance of flowers and black tea floats in the air.

Laura's eyes were a little hazy, as if she had just woken up, but she was indescribably charming. She looked at the young man in front of her and smiled.

"You came to me so early to tell me good news or bad news?"

"To be honest, I don't know if it's good or bad." Ye Qingxuan sighed and scratched his hair, "But you should know it by looking at me, right?"

"That's the good one."

Laura understood and laughed happily.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Ye Qingxuan asked helplessly, but Laura raised her eyes to look at him and asked, "What didn't I tell you?"

Ye Qingxuan was speechless.

Of all the hardships and hardships, Laura had already reminded herself, but the only thing she hadn't told herself was the elements of the music.

——Its ‘fulcrum’ is pain.

The pain that life brings.

That's what I'm least good at facing.

Besides, even if you tell yourself this kind of thing, it will only have the opposite effect, right? Elements are not things that can be applied simply by knowing them, but rather the experience that resonates with them.

From this point of view, Ye Qingxuan was very successful, but it was this success that doubled his pain.

After being silent for a long time, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head: "Thank you."

Laura just smiled, "Now that I'm saying thank you, what are you going to say when I give you this? Will you pledge yourself to me?"

As she spoke, she pushed a thin music book over the table, which contained exactly the music that Ye Qingxuan wanted to learn.

"After you master its fulcrum, the movement is as simple as drinking water. You have learned the hardest part, and then there is nothing to worry about."

Laura said calmly: "But are you sure you can learn it in just two days? Although its music theory is simple, it is part of "Winter Journey" after all, and it is not as easy as you think."

"This? This is the only thing I'm not worried about."

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly. The 'Interpretation Method' he majored in was least afraid of this problem.

As the brainchild of Abraham, the interpretation method is regarded as a crooked way because it never pays attention to feelings.

There is no ethereal place, only music theory that is accurate to the extreme and cannot tolerate a trace of error.

This is a theory as rigid as mathematics. It is either yes or no. There is no room for ambiguity between them, and there is no sensibility at all.

It is extremely difficult to get started with it, but once you get started, it is incredibly fast.

Just like solving a problem, as long as you find the correct formula and follow the steps step by step, there will never be any mistakes.

With it, after mastering the fulcrum, analyzing the movement based on the music theory containing the fulcrum is as easy as following the current.

"The confidence you have is beyond my expectation."

Laura curled her lips as if a little disappointed, wondering why her plan failed.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a chill down his back, feeling like he had passed by something dangerous.

He really didn’t want to know what other pits Laura had dug for him—it would be a huge loss if he was accidentally played to death.

He shook his head, changed the subject, and asked: "What exactly did you print into my mind? Why can it combine with my memory and turn it into a nightmare?"

"That's just an introduction."

Laura said calmly, "In the East, it's called 'Intention Demonic Induction', and it's the specialty of telepathic musicians. Planting demonic thoughts into people's hearts, over time, and subtly, can make people become controlled by themselves. puppet.

Are you afraid? "

Ye Qingxuan was startled, then calmed down and glared at her. Seeing his startled look, Laura smiled even more happily.

"Don't worry, that's a technique modified by the teacher combined with Yue Ling's secret technique. You can call it 'imagery inheritance'.

What is implanted is not the devil's thoughts, but the musician's understanding of the music. It will guide your memories and dreams, allowing you to become a composer and directly understand the artistic conception... In short, there are many benefits. "

After Laura finished speaking, she looked at him eagerly, "Winter Journey is a suite of songs. You still have twenty-three songs to learn. Do you want to keep up the good work?"

"forget it."

Ye Qingxuan recalled his painful experience in the past two days. Thinking of having to play 23 different games again, he felt that his rationality was a little unbearable.

He would rather wait until he has passed this level and then proceed honestly and step by step...

"Tsk."

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan did not take the bait, Laura looked a little regretful, "That would be a pity."

"..."

——

Noon, Royal Academy of Music.

Under the scorching sun, the boy's white hair reflected the metallic light.

In the empty campus, he sat on the steps in front of the main building of the college, looking down at the thin book in his hand. When he heard the footsteps in the distance, he raised his head.

"Brother Stool, have you refreshed it?"

The man with the concrete cube above his head was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Qingxuan to be waiting for him here. He seemed a little flustered:

"This is……"

"I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Very important?"

"Of course it's important."

Ye Qingxuan nodded seriously, "We have been on byes for three consecutive days. Tomorrow is the semi-finals. I think the school will not allow us to continue to have byes no matter what. So, I want to discuss tactics with you."

When Brother Bench heard him say this, he was relieved. For some reason, he felt touched and wronged.

These two days, Ye Qingxuan slept a lot. He went to find Xia Er, but Xia Er was unreliable. He went to find Bai Xi, but Bai Xi didn't care. He went to find Lao Fei... What's the point of finding Lao Fei for such a thing?

It's like the country is in danger, but the emperor and his ministers still eat and play, without knowing whether they live or die, and he is just a little eunuch who is anxious.

Even though he claims to be super capable, facing the completely different style of the Music History Department, he is like a mouse pulling a turtle and has no idea where to start.

As a result, he didn't expect that when he was about to give up, Ye Qingxuan actually woke up, and found him and took the initiative to talk about the next tactics!

This made him want to burst into tears: Finally reliable!

Brother Bench nodded with emotion: "I'm glad you think so. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, I have something to ask of you."

For some reason, the boy showed a bright smile that made him feel bad: "You will help me, right?"

——

The competition was still in full swing, and the audience cheered loudly.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Ye Qingxuan held a teacup in his hand, took a sip slowly, and exhaled happily:

"It's so lively."

"Yes, yes."

Xiaer was eating melon seeds and snacks beside him, holding a large glass of cold beer in his hand: "You know what, having wine to drink and games to watch every day is like a paradise!"

"Well, as long as we don't have to go out."

"...Junior brother, the weather is so good, don't mention such sad things."

"Okay."

Ye Qingxuan nodded lightly, "Then I'll go to the draw tonight. Anyway, you don't have to worry about these things, just concentrate on dying."

"Wait a minute! Are you sure Is it okay for you to draw lots? You have such a bad hand..."

"Do you still want to have a bye until the finals?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, "It's beyond our expectations that we can hold on until now, brother, let's quit while we're ahead.

We just need to avoid losing money. If we want to win, we have to make a comeback in the third round. How are you preparing?"

"Everything is under control!"

Charles whistled, "This time I have produced a masterpiece that will shock the world and make ghosts cry. It is guaranteed to kill all graduation works in seconds.

By then, graduation will be a small matter. If you are not careful, you will be successful and famous, famous in Anglu, and reach the peak of your life!"

Hearing him say this, Ye Qingxuan knew it was completely unreliable.

If it wasn't related to himself, he really wanted to find a cafe and pat the table: This music department is going to be finished!

——

The fierce competition in the top eight finally came to an end. All the contestants were exhausted and exhausted all their energy.

From the beginning to the end, the music history department, who were watching from the sidelines, were drinking tea and eating snacks, and they really squeezed in as if they were here to play... Seeing that bitch Charles was still clapping and cheering on the stage, the sarcasm suddenly increased tenfold.

Every pair of eyes that looked over were red, with a murderous cold light of "I must kill you".

Ye Qingxuan felt scared: the revenge for killing his father is nothing more than this!

"You won't be proud for too long..."

At the end of the game, when they passed by, someone whispered beside him. Ye Qingxuan looked back and saw only a group of backs in the crowd.

And Banner's cold eyes in the distance.

In his green eyes, there were the vertical pupils of a beast.

-

"Are you all ready?"

Sidney stood numbly on the stage and asked weakly. After being tossed around for three consecutive days, he no longer wanted to do anything.

On the opposite side, the leaders of several teams also looked at each other with complicated eyes.

Tomorrow is the semi-finals. Although I don't know why there are five teams in the top eight.

But since there are five teams, one of them is bound to be... a bye?

Thinking of this, when they looked at each other, their eyes were full of helplessness: This time, it is probably still the music history department, right?

"If you are all ready, then let's draw lots..."

Sidney played a weak long tune and cursed in a low voice. Immediately, he was stunned for a moment.

No, it seems that something is wrong! Why didn't I feel that familiar contemptuous look today?

Didn't the dog come?

Sidney looked around and smiled: Sure enough, he didn't come!

Although he didn't know why he had a subtle feeling of loss in his heart, Sidney couldn't help but rekindle his fighting spirit and was excited.

"Didn't the music history department come?"

He rubbed his hands excitedly: "If they don't come, it will be considered as a forfeit! Half of the credits will be deducted, and they will be automatically withdrawn..."

"Isn't it too exaggerated to deduct half?"

Behind him, someone sighed and patted his shoulder: "Teacher, don't ignore me.

I'm right here, such a big person, can't you see it?"

Sidney turned around in surprise and saw that the person who came was the white-haired boy, and his eyes popped out.

"It's you?"

Glenn was stunned, and then couldn't help sneering, "Aren't you going to hide behind? With your dog, you might be able to get a bye to the finals."

"Well, actually I figured it out."

Ye Qingxuan said calmly, "Why do I need a secret weapon to deal with you? I can use it myself."

There was silence in the stands for a moment, and then everyone burst into laughter, as if they had heard an incredible joke.

They didn't say anything, and some of them patted him on the shoulder with admiration and lamented his ridiculous self-confidence.

"Then you have to work hard." Glenn's expression twitched and he tried hard to hold back his laughter: "I'm looking forward to meeting you on the field."

"Me too, me too!"

Someone came up to him and shook his hand enthusiastically: "Please give me some advice and work together to make progress."

Being 'warmly welcomed' by them, Ye Qingxuan also smiled sweetly.

"Don't worry." He said, "No matter what the result is, I think you will definitely come home disappointed."

Hearing him say this, the coldness in those smiles became even stronger.

Sidney was silent for a while, then his body suddenly trembled and he looked towards the stands. Soon, he looked back and looked at Ye Qingxuan with an extremely strange expression, revealing a hint of ridicule.

"I just received news that the school committee has passed new rules. This time, there are no byes."

"That doesn't matter, the important thing is to participate!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously, as if he was having some dark agenda, which made people extremely uneasy.

Huh, maybe it's just to spread suspicion.

Sidney snorted coldly, waved his hand and announced: "Let the drawing begin."

Under the stage, Charles was fidgeting back and forth, looking confused and helpless. When he looked at the high stage, he felt anxious. Don't know what the result will be.

"Is it reliable?"

Xia Er scratched his hair and looked at Bai Xi: "Ye Zi goes up with such confidence, will there be any accidents?"

"You asked me who I asked?" Bai Xi was impatient because of his quarrel, "You have asked three times in just a few minutes... Didn't the results come out? Well, you go and see for yourself..."

She pointed at the list that had just been announced on the high platform. Charles turned around in shock, and immediately felt his eyes go dark.

Sure enough, sign in!

The worst possible outcome.

Amidst the uproar throughout the stadium, the lineup for tomorrow's first game was announced.

Department of Music History——Royal School! ——

In the teaching department, there was a sound of relief.

Finally there was no such damn bye, everything seemed to be back in order, and it looked extremely comfortable.

Among them was the sneering Ingmar.

When the elite of the student union gather together, plus Banner, who has become a musician, that guy is dead this time...

As for Ludwig, he was concentrating on teasing the miniature black panther cat in his arms. The ocelot curled up into a ball and nibbled his fingers gently. One person and one cat were having so much fun that it didn't even matter what happened.

Anyway, nothing is better than playing with cats, it’s better to play with cats!

Only Yegor looked serious and frowned.

In the cheerful atmosphere, he was the only one with a gloomy face, looking particularly out of place.

"what happened again?"

Ludwig raised his head and glanced at him. Yegor's face was expressionless: "There is a question that I can't figure out."

"There are no byes this time."

"I know."

Yegor glanced at him, "But there is one more thing that seems to have been ignored by us."

"what do you mean?"

"Three days of byes, if they are lucky on the first day. On the third day, if the principal wants to help them survive.

So, here’s the problem…”

Yegor murmured in a low voice, "What happened the next day?"

Ludwig knew it right away. After pondering for a moment, his eyes flashed with a look of astonishment: "You mean..."

Yegor nodded, "I'm afraid that's true."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and their expressions both became strange:

"——If this is really the case, it would be complicated."