Crown of Silence

Chapter 236 Congratulations

In the afternoon, in a small room.

"If he wants to be number one, let him be."

Gavin said this, causing the expressions of several other people to change. The cadres of the student union were stunned for a moment and discussed in low voices, their expressions full of helplessness and dissatisfaction.

"I can understand your feeling that you don't want an Oriental to shine in the Royal Academy of Music - this is the glory of Anglo after all."

Gavin said calmly: "But if you want to win, you must at least be upright, right? We are all musicians, not dirty thieves.

If you can't even look at the upright victory and defeat, how can you pursue the source and truth? "

Someone hesitated and whispered: "Actually, if we just unite all the departments..."

"Do you need me to remind you all again?"

Gavin interrupted him expressionlessly, "The world is very big, and there are many kinds of people. Many classifications have already been discussed by the sages, so I won't say more about them.

But you have to understand: No matter how many categories there are, Ye Qingxuan is definitely the most difficult one.

The more pressure you put on him, the more terrifying his rebound will be.

Have you experienced this personally? "

Gavin's words made everyone in the room fall into silence, and they couldn't help but want to smile bitterly:

Indeed, haven’t they experienced enough? Over the past few months, instead of being squeezed out under pressure, the Oriental had grown higher and higher through their strength.

And he is definitely not the kind of person who likes to tolerate. Every time he feels offended, he will slap him back suddenly. Fast, hard, and painful.

Until now...they have been helpless against him.

Karen shook his head and sighed, "Are we going to sit back and watch?"

"Why not?" Gavin asked, "If it follows the rules of the game, then isn't it natural for him to be the first?"

"But……"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. After all, he deserves it, right? Who are we to deny this result?"

Gavin shook his head slightly, looked serious, looked around at everyone present, and raised his voice:

"I will officially leave school and graduate in one month, and the student union will be taken over by Karen. His work ability and contribution to the school are obvious to everyone. Does anyone here have any other opinions?"

Gavin's words stunned everyone. Karen didn't react until a few minutes later, pointing at himself in astonishment: "Me?"

They did not expect that the person Gavin chose would be his deputy Karen. Karen has long been accustomed to the position of deputy, and never thought that one day he would succeed the student council president.

"I... can't do it, right?" Karen hesitated.

"When I first took office, wasn't it far inferior to what you are now?"

Gavin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "The people here are all the elites of the Royal Conservatory of Music and the backbone of the student union. With so many people, nothing will go wrong. Don't worry."

"I'm going to report to the Royal Orchestra tonight, so let's just say goodbye."

He stood up, put on his coat and hat, and nodded slightly to everyone in the room, "I hope everyone can unite together like when I was here to continue to maintain those excellent orders.

——Don’t let your glory be covered in dust. "

"Don't let your glory become dust!"

The young people stood up, chanted the college's motto, and respectfully watched Gavin leave.

Gavin smiled, turned around and left, walking into the afternoon sunshine outside the door.

Fading away.

——

As the afternoon sun gradually sets, the rays of the setting sun shine everywhere.

And the school anniversary day has finally come to an end.

After a series of strange developments and unexpected mental shocks, the hell trial that tested everyone's will and heart is finally coming to an end.

It is really gratifying. Everyone is thinking about the beauty of peaceful life, and their faces are filled with happy smiles. It is like the whole world is celebrating.

If they were in the East, this group of students would definitely set off some firecrackers to celebrate and send a disaster star away.

In the auditorium, everyone was sitting in their seats with solemn expressions, waiting for the last moment to arrive, but there was a relaxed and happy atmosphere in front of each other.

On the podium, the school leader was talking nonsense that sounded powerful but was actually useless, while in the background, Ye Qingxuan was nervously dressing up, rarely wearing a formal dress.

Charles pulled hard and tightened his tie. Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt like he was on the gallows.

"Senior brother, please be gentle, are you trying to strangle me?"

"Be serious, you will go on stage to receive the award later."

Charles applied a thick layer of hair wax to his head and combed his hair into a weird-looking big back, leaving his bare forehead shiny.

He looked at the young man's uncomfortable look and said seriously: "The principal will give you the award in person later. Don't be nervous, Ye Zi."

"Who do you think made me look like this?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed, "Besides, it's just the principal, it's not like I've never seen him before."

Charles raised his eyebrows and said, "My friend, you are pretending to look like me when I was young."

"Haha, it's all senior brother you taught me well."

"Each other."

The two bitch brothers began to flatter and compliment them on a daily basis, unaware that the people around them had quietly distanced themselves and pretended not to recognize them.

"Senior brother, have you noticed that the people around us no longer want to pay attention to us?"

"Is it?"

Ciel looked around and laughed: "Maybe he is jealous of our beauty."

Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and ignored him completely.

Just as the two were chatting, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the front desk. The student working in the backstage waved vigorously, reminding him that it was time to come on stage.

And at the front desk, the principal couldn't wait any longer.

"Where is our first place? Where is Chief Ye?"

He whistled happily, without any hint of tune: "It's really beyond my expectation that an international student from the East won the first place in the anniversary test at the Royal Conservatory of Music in Anglo-Saxon. My classmates, too. Work harder and don’t be left too far behind!”

"..."

There was a miserable silence in the audience, and it was obvious that their self-esteem had been completely hit again. Just behind the principal, the expressions of the coaches from several departments also became unsightly - but there was nothing to be done about it, that was the fact.

Ye Qingxuan only felt a little numb on his scalp. He hadn't received the award yet, so why did he feel so full of resentment.

"Come, boy, stand next to me."

The principal carelessly took Ye Qingxuan over and looked him up and down, as if looking at some rare treasure. After a long time, he suddenly sighed with regret.

"You're actually wearing a Western-style dress? What a pity, and the hair style is also very bad. Your barber is really lucky, and he hasn't been beaten to death yet."

He shook his head and sighed, making Ye Qingxuan blush and glared fiercely at Charles who was hiding behind the curtain in the backstage.

Maxwell patted the young man's shoulder and said with emotion: "To be honest, I'm still looking forward to your oriental attire. The wide robe and big sleeves, the gentleman's style, the exotic style is intoxicating! However, there is an oriental silkworm mother He once gave me a black robe, would you like to try it on?"

Having said this, he blinked and looked at Ye Qingxuan expectantly, hoping that he would nod immediately.

"Uh..." Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while: "Let's forget it. I came to Angelou when I was very young. I'm afraid it won't look good even if I wear it."

"Really? That's a pity." Maxwell shook his head regretfully and said seriously: "The East is a good place, you should go there."

"Ahem."

Behind him, Sigma coughed in a low voice and signaled the principal to stop procrastinating and finish awarding the awards quickly.

I don't know if Sigma's prayer had an effect, or if the principal finally had enough, coughed twice, and finally stopped talking and just clapped his hands, and then, solemn music started playing.

Right next to the podium, the two young girls wearing white dresses and holding silver trays came up to the stage with a smile. The silver trays held the boy's medal and certificate.

I have to say that the principal, an old pervert, has good taste. The two girls, Pingpin Tingting, stepped forward, their delicate bodies looming under their long white skirts, attracting the attention of most people.

After careful makeup, the upper cheeks have a delicate beauty, like oriental porcelain, perfect, and the red lips are like fire, which is heart-warming.

In Ciel's words, he really couldn't help but be a little excited.

As the music was playing, the principal smiled and took the lead in applauding. Soon, applause also broke out from the audience.

Just behind the principal, among the coaches who acted as background, Ludwig acted as if nothing was wrong and clapped happily. Although Yegor was reluctant, he reluctantly clapped his hands twice as a confirmation of the first place.

Seeing everyone clapping, Sigma glanced at Ye Qingxuan, couldn't help but sneered, put on a fake smile, and clapped along.

But at the moment when he was about to present the award to the boy, the principal paused, as if he remembered something, and suddenly slapped his forehead:

"Oh, look at my bad memory!

There is another very important happy event that I forgot to mention! "

The atmosphere froze for an instant, the melody stopped, and everyone looked at the principal on the stage in astonishment.

But the principal was blinking his eyes happily, as if he had picked up two lapis gold bars while walking on the road, and he was as happy as anything.

Seeing him looking so happy, everyone suddenly had a subtle premonition of cheating: Is there something evil going on again?

God bless.

Although I don't know if it was God's blessing, this time, what he said finally didn't sound like bad news.

Instead, everyone was caught off guard by this surprise.

He said, "I just received the news this morning that an outstanding teacher in our school gained inspiration from years of hard teaching and solved a famous industry problem: the last volume of the Voynich Manuscript!"

In the long silence, the whole place was silent.

The students who didn't know about the Voynich Manuscript, which had puzzled all the enlightenment musicians around the world for decades, looked around in confusion, while the students who knew about it were shocked and speechless.

The content of the last volume of the "Voynich Manuscript" has been cracked?

For a hundred years, there has been no progress except for sporadic fragments. Even Miss Laura Craft, who is known as the new generation master, said that "within a few decades, if music theory has not improved, it may not be deciphered." The last volume has been deciphered?

Once this news is spread, the apocalyptic musicians all over the world will definitely be ecstatic.

Not only because of the ancient history contained in the Voynich manuscript, but the method of deciphering it alone is enough to make the music theory of apocalyptic musicians take a big step forward!

There is no doubt that this will also create a new storm in the academic world-they seem to have seen the arrival of a theoretical revolution!

In the long silence, everyone stared at the principal nervously to make sure he was not joking.

In the dark corner behind the principal, Sigma's heart sank and he felt at a loss: he didn't understand why Maxwell knew in advance the news he had just received before coming here, which would be announced at the Holy City Conference two months later!

He subconsciously glanced at the crowd and found that the damn guy did not show up, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please rest assured, I'm not kidding this time."

As everyone watched, Maxwell took out a thin manuscript from his arms and waved his hand.

"This achievement has been recognized by the Holy City. Scholars of the Council called it: a bold innovation, a new way of interpretation, and the rise of a shining morning star!

The last volume of the Voynich Scroll has been cracked without a doubt!

Soon, the Holy City will ring the Sage's Bell to announce to the whole world another great breakthrough and progress in music theory!

Oh, he is so low-key. If I didn't have many acquaintances and friends in the church, even I wouldn't know that he had achieved such rich results in obscurity!

Let's applaud and celebrate the great achievements of this teacher!"

He paused for a moment, and suddenly pulled out the unprepared coach behind him:

"-Congratulations to our Mr. Ingmar!"

In an instant, Ingmar was caught off guard and dragged under the light. His face was slightly pale.

In the silence, he didn't have time to say anything, only to squeeze out a hasty smile, and a thunderous applause rang out from the audience. The sound was like a tsunami, and the applause and cheers almost overturned the entire auditorium.

More than ten times louder than before?

Amid the warm applause, Sigma's mood gradually stabilized, he calmed down, smiled, and just waved and nodded reservedly.

But he didn't see the silent white-haired boy behind him.

The boy was thinking, looking at his slightly trembling calves, his brows slowly wrinkled.

A haze gradually emerged in his eyes.

-

"Sorry."

The boy's lips opened and closed, whispering silently.

Just where no one noticed, he slightly raised his toes, stepped on the skirt of the etiquette lady next to him, and pulled it back silently.

On the podium, the shoulders of the reserved and smiling girl suddenly shook.

She staggered first, and took a step back involuntarily. Then, the high heels on her feet rubbed against the floor, and she lost her balance, and the silver plate in her hand flew out of her hand and flew into the sky.

And she had already fallen backwards.

In full view of the crowd, a cry of surprise rang out.

In a split second of weightlessness, when she found herself falling, she couldn't help but scream and closed her eyes in fear. But at that moment, she felt someone step forward and reach out to hold her waist.

Her fall came to an abrupt end.

The force of the fall turned into a whirlwind under the gentle push, like the movement in a dance, her white long skirt spread out in the waving, and the silver thread inlaid in the skirt reflected the light, reflecting the bright and shining light.

Like a pure white peony.

She was stunned.

She felt that a palm held her up, so that she didn't fall to the ground.

Like flying in the clouds, she felt her cheek against the dress, close to the strange chest, and the steady heartbeat and heat from the chest made her no longer afraid, and the scream was eliminated.

In the awkward silence, she timidly opened her eyes and saw the white-haired boy in front of her. The boy held her soft waist with one hand and caught the silver plate and medal that fell from the sky with the other hand.

But the young and stiff face was looking down at her, and her dark eyes reflected her panic. The slightly hoarse voice was full of tenderness:

"Are you okay?"

The girl's face flushed slightly, and she shook her head slightly, supported him to stand up, and restored her dignified posture, but her eyes could not be restored to the calmness and grace just now.

In the whirlwind, Ingmar was squeezed and staggered. He turned back and glared at Ye Qingxuan fiercely, angry that he interrupted his enjoyment of the students' applause.

Ye Qingxuan ignored this and just lowered his head to pick up the manuscript that had just been ‘accidentally’ swept to the ground from the principal’s hands, and patted the dust off it:

“Ah, sorry, I even knocked the manuscript off.”

Ingmar’s expression froze for a moment, and he reached out to take the manuscript from the boy, but saw Ye Qingxuan casually opened the manuscript as if by accident, and his eyes swept through the pages.

He reached out to grab the thin scroll in the boy’s hand and tried to pull it out, but found that he couldn’t pull it out, as if he was grabbing something embedded in a rock.

The boy's movements also stopped.

He looked at the manuscript in his hand, as if frozen, motionless.

As his thumb loosened, the curved pages of the book bounced up quickly, and page after page flashed in front of him, leaving almost no afterimage of the fleeting handwriting.

Page, page, and page are filled with deja vu, so familiar.

Until finally, the boy raised his head.

His eyes changed.

There was only darkness in the dark pupils.

There was no reflection, no anger, as if everything had been swallowed up by something hidden in the darkness. So in the end, there was only pure darkness.

Being stared at by those eyes, Ingmar was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but take a step back. Soon, his eyes became gloomy and he tried to stay calm.

"Hey, Ingmar."

The young man suddenly asked softly: "If you have done something wrong, wouldn't you be afraid of walking at night?"

"What do you mean?" Ingmar frowned.

"it means……"

Under the young man's uniform, his fists were clenched and veins popped out. Under the cuffs, the muscles were tense, like a bowstring tightening, and then there was a reverberation of rage.

Along with the fist, he hit that damn face:

"——You bastard who has dishonored the dignity of a musician!"