Crown of Silence

Chapter 218 Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven

The next day, in the morning, at the entrance of the stadium.

Standing in front of the entrance, Ye Qingxuan heard the noisy voices of the audience in the stadium, the kind of sound waves that seemed to condense into substance.

Ye Qingxuan never thought that when so many people sat together, there would be such a loud noise.

That kind of sound echoed in all directions, and it was hard to tell what it was, like shouting, and like roaring. It was hard to tell whether it was expectation or malice, just a declaration.

It was as if the whole world was urging you to step onto the battlefield.

He took a deep breath and looked behind him:

"Are you ready?"

"Okay, okay!"

Charles had a serious face, patting his chest wildly, making a "clang, clang, clang" sound. Ye Qingxuan was suddenly a little out of the play:

"Brother, you...are a little well prepared."

Behind him, Charles was wearing heavy rugby armor, which was stuffed with soft pads.

He wore a cavalry helmet that he got from nowhere, a mask on his face, and a bunch of cheap mass-produced musical instruments in the leather bag on his back, sticking out of the bag in all directions. He didn't look like he was going to play football, but rather like he was going to the battlefield...

"Can you run with this?"

Ye Qingxuan looked suspicious.

Char smiled mysteriously, "I made this set myself, it's so light, and... this one has been upgraded."

He lifted his sleeves to show Ye Qingxuan the steel auxiliary skeleton hidden underneath. This was the 'battle suit' he made overnight. Although it was not as good as the musician's ceremonial suit, it could be said to be first-class and useful after his imagination and strange technical transformation.

"How is it? How is it?"

Charles made all kinds of poses that looked very powerful. Once he moved, all the parts of his body clanged, like a peddler walking through the streets to avoid the urban management...

"Brother, I can't help but want to hit you."

Ye Qingxuan sighed, looked back at the teammates around him, and found that only Brother Bench looked reliable, and couldn't help the urge to cry.

If Brother Bench wasn't there, there would be no hope in this round.

"Let's go."

With such a group of teammates, even if there were so many spectators outside shouting and roaring, the boy couldn't help but feel a little powerless.

This time, it was really 'life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven'!

He gritted his teeth, walked out of the shadows, and walked into the bright light on the court.

"——Let's do it!"

——

"The rules for this game are the international rules that were just promulgated and revised three years ago. I hope that both players will be well prepared and don't try to exploit loopholes in the rules.

Do you have any objections?"

The referee stood on the center line of both teams with a special football in his arms, looking around at the leaders of both teams, "If you have any objections, you can still make changes now."

"It's meaningless."

Ye Qingxuan responded first. It seems that the school committee has already blocked this loophole in advance in order to prevent him from using any strange tricks.

Fortunately, I didn't pin my hopes on this.

On the opposite side, Banner also nodded slightly, indicating that he had no objection. But just when the referee was about to announce the start of the game, he suddenly spoke, looking at Ye Qingxuan provocatively:

"——Mr. Referee, we apply to change the competition system!"

"Hmm?"

The referee was stunned for a moment, "How do you want to change it?"

"To be honest, a game of 1,000 points is no longer interesting."

Banner said lightly, "Why not directly link the number of goals with the credits, 1,000 points per goal.

I am willing to bet half of the credits on the outcome, I wonder what the Music History Department thinks?"

Outside the stadium, in the stands, the sleepy principal opened his eyes, propped himself up, and smiled a little.

"It looks a bit interesting..."

There was silence for a moment in the teacher's seat and the audience, and everyone looked at each other, thinking they had heard it wrong.

Ye Qingxuan frowned, he knew what Banner meant.

His set was the tricks that students used when betting on football in private.

In addition to official football games, the school does not prohibit students from forming teams to play football in private. But unlike the conservative style of the school, students play more openly in private.

No matter whether they advance in the official competition or play in the competition, they will not refuse the private competition. After all, at this time, no one is short of credits, so the bets are getting bigger and bigger.

The big fish eat the small fish, the small fish eat the shrimp, and the rankings are also changing. Many teams have lost all their credits and are forced out, but many teams have taken this opportunity to move forward with their vision and skills.

In contrast, the Music History Department is like sailing against the current, being overtaken one after another, and now it has fallen to sixth place in the rankings.

Fourteen thousand credits.

Banner is different. As the top team in the college, he has climbed back to the first place in the crazy duel in the past two days.

Credits, twenty-six thousand.

He took out half of the bet, which is almost exactly all the credits of the Music History Department. For Ye Qingxuan, this is a difficult decision.

If I win, 14,000 plus 13,000, 27,000 points, the music history department will jump from sixth to first.

But if I lose, all the credits will be lost.

The winner wins everything, the loser is out.

This is a difficult decision.

"Classmate Banner, if you have this idea, you can make an agreement in private. But this kind of bet will not be officially recognized by the school."

The referee made a sound.

In the past two days of competition, the referee has become accustomed to this kind of suggestion. However, the school's consistent attitude is that it neither agrees nor denies it, does not support it, and will not prohibit it.

Just let the students do it themselves.

In fact, without a school guarantee, you can default on your debt even if you lose. But if you default on such an occasion, you should never think about raising your head again for the rest of your life.

After hearing the referee's words, a smile suddenly appeared on Banner's pale face, and his eyes glanced at Ye Qingxuan with a hint of amusement:

"Don't worry, Mr. Referee, he will agree."

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Qingxuan remained silent, lost in thought, as if making a decision.

In fact, in the eyes of others, this kind of thing does not need to be thought about at all. Why bet on a game that is certain to lose?

A team of rookies from the music and history department, going to fight the elite soldiers of the student union...don't be kidding. In a head-to-head confrontation, you wouldn't be able to last even three minutes, right?

Among the nine people, two of the four graduates were musician-level, plus Banner himself, a talented musician who had recently become famous, there were three musicians in total.

There are also six elite soldiers carefully selected by the student union from various colleges, including many elites from the Royal School.

Is this still a fight? No need to hit even the hair!

It's already a miracle that we can survive until now. If we give up and withdraw from the competition here, the remaining credits should be enough for the music history team to squeeze into the top ten.

This has been Ye Qingxuan's goal all along - to preserve capital. If you hold on to your current points in this round of competition that is absolutely unfavorable to you, you won't suffer heavy losses.

In terms of intention, he has already succeeded and there is no need to take risks again.

But once this happens, it is equivalent to putting the pressure on the third round of 'graduation work display' and falling into extreme passivity.

On the one hand, it is to protect capital, on the other hand, it is to get rich suddenly.

Which side to choose?

"It's a bet."

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan suddenly raised his head and made a sound, which brought an uproar to the whole audience.

Yeah, why not bet?

You are not afraid of wearing shoes when you are barefoot, right?

He smiled at Banner, and Banner smiled back with a sneer, looking happy.

The referee looked at Ye Qingxuan as if he were a madman, showing a trace of pity. But he still remained calm and calm towards his teammates who should have been strong in opposition.

Brother Shizi, as a foreign aid, has no objection to this. Bai Xi didn't care at all. As for Charles... he had no intention of graduating in the first place. Anyway, it’s just here to play, and it’s better to play with a big one.

The remaining dog... The dog doesn't care what you stupid humans are planning to do. He is only responsible for escorting Brother No. 1, Brother No. 2, and Brother No. 3.

"I hope you won't regret it."

The referee mumbled something in a low voice, then raised his voice: "Both sides shake hands, the game counts down to one minute!"

He dropped the ball and exited the court.

In full view of everyone, the leaders of both teams came forward with smiles.

Across the center line of the field, they looked at each other.

He looked equally confident and well-dressed, but no one knew what was on his mind.

This is the first time the two of them are so close.

It was only now that Ye Qingxuan realized that he had never spoken to this guy who had been stumbling upon him.

They became enemies without even speaking a word.

This world is so funny.

"It is said that--"

Ye Qingxuan interrupted the silence and asked with a smile: "You always dislike me? Are you jealous of me?"

Banner couldn't help but laugh. The joke was so good.

He shook his head slightly, "You are stronger than I thought, but it's just in terms of 'luck'. It's best not to inflate yourself."

"Is it?"

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, "But it's still me who becomes the chief student."

"Did it make you hallucinate more than me?"

Banner sneered, "That was originally my thing, you were just a usurper who stole it while I was looking for the telepathic response.

Now, it's time to end this farce. "

"Is it?"

Ye Qingxuan retorted, "It's rare for you to have such strong self-confidence. After all, you have never defeated me."

"..."

Banner was silent, and his originally pale face turned even paler, as white as if there was a trace of cold blood.

As if being stung by this sentence, his green eyes were full of gloom, and even his voice became hoarse:

"It happened today, I promise. It will happen in the future. One day, you will get used to the feeling of failure."

"To be honest, I have long been used to the feeling of failure."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and squeezed his palm, smiling enthusiastically, "You know what? From the first day I returned to Avalon, I was ready. One day I would lose to someone. Here, a complete failure.

But unfortunately, that day is not now, and that person is not you. "

Banner's expression changed, because Ye Qingxuan's palm tightened, like an iron clamp, causing bursts of pain.

He didn't even have time to get angry before he was dominated by shock.

The thin boy came closer, but suddenly changed. Even though he was smiling so enthusiastically, his eyes seemed to be hiding a burning mine, with the violent light of earth fire.

"Now, stop talking nonsense."

He whispered in Banner's ear, "Let the game begin, I can't wait."

In the shadow of the boy, Banner gritted his teeth, his pupils shrank, and turned into a small black dot, emitting a shocking chill.

Then, as you wish!