Crown of Silence

Chapter 227 For What

Outside the venue, in a corner of the academy, in a quiet courtyard.

The bored boy sat on the bench where the two first met, lazily basking in the sun, humming softly, and waiting quietly.

When he heard footsteps coming from afar, he raised his head and smiled.

"Have you finished beating the bear kid?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the visitor with sympathy in his eyes, "It's really hard work."

Gavin sat next to him and sighed tiredly, as if he was tired.

After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Have you guessed it?"

The boy nodded, raised his finger, and gestured the size of a small handful: "It's just a little bit, just like the bench you disguised as."

"I... where did I reveal the flaw? I have been very careful."

"No, your disguise was perfect from beginning to end. Until you took off the mask, I couldn't determine your true identity. Unfortunately, you are too strong, so strong that sometimes I feel that I can't see through you at all.

There are not many people in this school who give me this feeling."

"Because of this?"

"What's more, I can see that you have a high level of attainment in the Transformation Faction, but there is no such person as you in the Transformation Academy, so I think: you may just be a minor.

And most of the people who minor in the Transformation Faction are from the Royal School. Only they will practice two factions at the same time before becoming musicians..."

When Gavin heard this, his expression became more bitter:

"And I am the most famous one among them."

"That's right, you have never appeared from beginning to end, Isn't it? Others say that you are proud enough and don't want to compete with other students, but I think... there may be other reasons.

Gavin sighed.

The two of them were speechless, basking in the sun. In the long silence, they were so tacitly in silence.

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After a long time, Ye Qingxuan had enough of basking and asked:

"It was you who arranged for us to take a bye the next day, right? The student union has this authority. But, logically speaking, shouldn't the president of the student union be a lackey of the school committee?"

"As a person, you should always have a long-term vision. Sometimes when you look far ahead, you will think that the school committee is stupid to focus on one school."

Ye Qingxuan was amused, "Aren't you afraid that they will make things difficult for you?"

Gavin spread his hands, "I have already graduated, what can the school committee do to me?"

"Then you sneaked into the music history department under a false name just to slap your brother in the face?"

"I just want to see you clearly."

"... Me? "

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, "I am worthy of the student union president to investigate me?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, it's only been three or four months since you entered the school, right?

You are already everyone's nightmare, the devil of the East, the shame of the school... When my brother is going to enter this school after I leave, as a good brother, I must at least make some preparations for him. "

"You came to me just to be a good brother?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, totally unconvinced, "Are there other reasons? Do you have to lie to me, the shame of the school?

Or, you did so much, really for your brother?"

Gavin was silent, his iron-gray eyes were full of complexity and self-mockery.

"If there is really any other reason, then it is probably because... you live very freely, right?"

Gavin looked up at him, "To be honest, when I first saw you from the podium, I felt very envious... because sometimes I really want to live like you. "

"What's good about such a life? "

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes, "You said that you would be regarded as the shame of the college, the devil of the East, and challenged wherever you go. Moreover, you will be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the school committee... It's simply unbearable, okay?"

"Then let's switch?"

"No."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head decisively without thinking.

"Sure enough."

Gavin raised his eyebrows and laughed softly: "Being the student council president is not good, right?"

"No, no, no, you are very successful as the student council president, which is obvious to everyone. Unfortunately, you may not be able to be a 'good brother'."

Hearing him say this, Gavin's expression suddenly became melancholy.

"In fact, if possible, you and Banner could have become friends. I arranged so many opportunities... As long as his attitude was a little friendlier..."

"To be honest, you think too much."

"Maybe."

He smiled bitterly, "At least, don't hate him, Banner is not bad... He is just stupid."

"I know. "

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "A priest once told me that no one is born wanting to be a bad person. This sentence makes sense, doesn't it?"

Gavin nodded.

"But if everyone in this world wants to be a good person, where does all the suffering come from?"

Ye Qingxuan saw through his thoughts and asked directly: "The promise you want from me is that you hope I won't target your brother, right?"

Gavin nodded, and then became helpless: "At this point, I don't have the face to say this."

"Don't worry, I promised you."

Ye Qingxuan said lightly, "His IQ is so low that I won't feel threatened."

"... Thank you"

Although his mood was complicated, Gavin still thanked him politely.

"You're welcome. You know what? Your brother sometimes reminds me of a friend."

"Friend?"

"Yes, friend."

Ye Qingxuan recalled the shadow of the boy in his heart and smiled: "He is also the kind of person who shouts all day long, 'I want no one to look down on me in the future!', but he is actually completely different from Banner.

Because he knows why he is looked down upon, although what he thinks is not necessarily right. To be honest, that guy has many flaws, and there are many things that I... can't accept, but I'm afraid he sees me the same way."

Gavin pondered: "In this case, there will be a lot of contradictions, right?"

"Yes, but isn't that what so-called friends are like?

Tolerate each other, tolerate again, and tolerate to the end, there is no bottom line at all... Fortunately, he has never let me give up my bottom line.

I think this is probably a good friend, right?"

"Yes." Gavin was disappointed, "A very good friend."

Ye Qingxuan smiled slyly, "Envy?"

For some reason, Gavin wanted to beat him up.

"It's getting late. I'm leaving first."

He shook his head and stood up to leave. "The school committee will ask me to attend a meeting to deal with the mess you left behind. Meetings are really troublesome."

Ye Qingxuan waved goodbye lazily, "Remember to say a few good words for me in front of those respected elders, President."

Gavin looked back at him without saying a word.

Ye Qingxuan shrugged helplessly: "Okay, please, Brother Bench."

"This time it finally sounds better than President."

Gavin smiled, turned and left, disappearing in the afternoon sun.

In the warm sunshine, Ye Qingxuan leaned on the bench, yawned sleepily, and felt drowsy. But in a half-awake state, he couldn't help but think of the shadow of a young man in his memory.

I wonder how Vito is doing now?

Has he become successful?

Is he okay?

Ye Qingxuan sighed and missed him a little.

——

Same afternoon, same sunshine

Burgundy, the first national university, is a gathering place for elites known as the cradle of future politicians.

In the auditorium, the crowd was surging, and those fanatical eyes looked at the podium, and they raised waves and shouted in response to the young man's speech.

The speech was coming to an end.

"My friends! Don't you understand? Our motherland is in danger!"

The young man clenched his fists, his voice was generous and passionate, full of anger and pain:

"The bloated administrative system, the inactive ruling party, the incompetent royal family that only constantly demands from the people, and the group of socialists who occupy the parliament and can only talk big!

Spit on those fat bureaucrats who can only eat and eat! Spit on those incompetent guys who can only escape reality! Spit on those defeatists and anarchists!

Because of them, business is declining, the border troops are uneducated, and the farmers have lost their land and become slaves... Our motherland is falling in humiliation, and our sun is about to go out."

Tell me, my friends, what should we do? Where should our motherland go?

Are we going to pin our hopes on those musicians who are out of touch with the world? ! Are we going to wait for the savior to come down from the sky?

Are we going to wait for those greedy foreign capitalists to squeeze enough benefits from us, wipe their mouths and leave, and push this country into a country in dire straits? "

"No! Never!

Musicians never care about the sufferings of us mortals! There will never be any savior coming! Those capitalists will never stop their greedy plunder!

We cannot rely on others to give us grace and salvation. If we want our motherland to rise, we must rely on ourselves! Rely on you, rely on advanced policy programs and the power of the people!

We can no longer be silent! Let this country fall and wail! All of you here are elites selected from thousands of people. The future of this country... Are we going to stand by and be silent?

No! Never! Friends, we must stand up, we must be responsible for this country! Who else can love our motherland so much besides us? Who else can save it besides us?

We must unite, friends, we need each other's strength!

I believe that with the help of this force, our motherland will rise and walk out of the shadow of decline!

I believe that this glorious day will come soon.

At that time, I will take over the banner of Joan of Arc and rush to the front for this great country! Just like she once led the fearless warriors to kill the enemy, she shed the last drop of blood for this great country. If I die for this, then I will be worthy of my ancestors. If I die for this, then there must be the next hero who will stand up and carry my banner! "

In the huge auditorium, the thin figure of the young man was like a giant, shouting hoarsely in countless fanatical eyes:

"God bless Burgundy! God bless the National University! God bless the great people!

- Long live Burgundy! ”

"Long live Burgundy!!! "

The roar sounded like thunder.

It was applause, cheers, and enthusiastic shouts and praises. All the students shouted his name, raised their hands, and waved vigorously, responding to his gaze.

The young man walked off the stage, and enthusiastic students kept rushing up to hug him, shouting wildly: "Long live Burgundy! Long live Burgundy! Long live Burgundy!"

"Perfect inaugural speech, Mr. Don Juan!"

Under the podium, the secretary of the student union came forward and shook his hand vigorously, his expression uncontrollably excited: "Among all the previous student union presidents, there has never been a speech as deafening as yours..."

"I just said what everyone thinks."

The young man called Don Juan hugged him gracefully and said sincerely: "From today on, I will rely on you in the student union to work hard with me."

The secretary of the student union nodded excitedly, "For Burgundy!"

"That's right."

The young man named Don Juan smiled meaningfully:

"-For the motherland"

And for me.