Crown of Silence

Chapter 237 Questioning

Bang!

In an instant, the entire auditorium fell into silence.

In the audience, no one had reacted at all. In the previous moment, the boy helped the girl who fell to the ground, and in the next second, he suddenly punched Ingmar.

Amid the exclamations, Ingmar's eyes changed, mixed with panic and anger. He subconsciously chanted the secret words, but his face turned pale and he almost lost control of the ether.

Fortunately, his shield was activated, and the repulsive force field blocked the boy's fist. But the recoil force also made him stagger and fall to the ground.

With a crisp sound, the skin of Ye Qingxuan's fingers cracked and a scar appeared, but he ignored it and just stepped forward, chasing and hitting Ingmar's shield almost madly.

Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground, frightened by Ye Qingxuan's crazy look, and forgot to resist.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In the silence, there was only the sound of a hammer hitting a shield. It was not until Ye Qingxuan tried to break the shield for the fourth time that he was suddenly pulled away by the person next to him.

"Enough!"

Yegor frowned and snorted angrily. The boy's movements shook, and a pair of huge shackles and stone rings suddenly appeared on his limbs, making him unable to move.

But he glared at Ingmar who got up from the ground and roared hoarsely:

"Speak! Ingmar, you bastard!"

Seeing his helpless appearance, Ingmar's panic calmed down, and he couldn't help but snorted, Shaking off the dust on his body:

"Keep your composure, classmate Ye, don't be like a mad dog, you don't even know the etiquette."

"Ye Zi, calm down." The stunned Charles also rushed up from the backstage and grabbed Ye Qingxuan: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed in anger and threw the blood-stained manuscript in his hand into his hand, "Read it yourself."

Charles took the manuscript and read it quickly, faster than Ye Qingxuan, but he didn't read half of it, he suddenly raised his head: "No, this is... interpretation?"

He finally understood, the smile on his face disappeared, and he just looked at Ingmar angrily: "Mr. Ingmar, where did you get the theory in this?!"

"Enough!"

Ingmar growled. "Is it your turn to question me? I haven't investigated your crime of attacking the teacher yet! Come on, drag these two scums away..."

"What's wrong, are you scared?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered and raised his voice: "Are you afraid that I will expose your true face? Or..."

"Enough! Shut up these two guys..."

Ingmar almost roared and interrupted his voice, but Ye Qingxuan's voice overwhelmed him, like a roar of iron in friction, with rage condensed into substance:

"Or are you afraid that everyone will know that your so-called academic achievements and your great breakthroughs are all plagiarism!!!"

There was a dead silence.

In an instant, everyone looked at Ingmar, and soon, they looked at the two angry teenagers. Thinking of their teacher, they seemed to understand something, but fell into greater confusion.

Plagiarism? Did Ingmar really plagiarize other people's achievements?

If this is true, then it is definitely one of the biggest scandals in the history of the Royal Academy of Music!

Feeling the subtle changes in those people's eyes, Ingmar's expression suddenly turned livid, and the viciousness in his eyes almost filled up.

"Ye Qingxuan, this is the auditorium, not the place for you to speak nonsense!" He gritted his teeth and whispered: "What interpretation method, I have never heard of it!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, and the smile was extremely gentle, but it made people feel inexplicably cold in their hearts.

He raised his hand, and Charles unfolded the manuscript tacitly and put it in his hand. He dragged the shackles and stone rings that were enough to bend his spine forward, his eyes fixed on that face:

"Then please explain to me, in the last chapter of the Voynich manuscript, how did you sort out the context when all the texts of the Dark Ages have not been sorted out at this stage?"

He took a step forward and asked again: "In the language, how are the feminine, masculine, or neuter nouns related to matter distinguished? What method is used to obtain the rules for the conjugation of verbs?"

"What kind of musical analysis did you use to understand this artificial language of the Dark Ages. And what is the important logic of this text called a coded language?"

"What is the reference?"

"Get Where is the inspiration?"

"When did you achieve the breakthrough?"

As Ye Qingxuan approached step by step, Ingmar gritted his teeth and remained silent, but Ye Qingxuan's voice became louder and louder, until finally, it was like a roar, causing pain in everyone's eardrums:

"Why did you report to the Holy City so quietly? Are you afraid that others will know your achievements before the Holy City Conference? Are you afraid that others will find out that your so-called achievements are stolen from others' hard work!

Ingmar, why are you retreating again? Why are you silent?

Why don't you dare to resist a student like me?

-Why don't you dare to say a word to him? ! "

Ingmar's expression twitched, staring at him angrily, his eyes were about to crack.

The thing he was most worried about finally happened.

If his results are published at the Holy City Conference two months later, and then spread to the world, he will be able to naturally occupy the position of master. By then, both Abraham and Ye Qingxuan will be nothing more than clowns. , not worth mentioning.

But, but...why did such a crazy principal get inside information in advance? Moreover, why would it be publicized on such a fatal occasion?

Why was this damn white-haired bastard caught?

Why should I be questioned by this damn guy?

Simply... simply...

Absolutely abominable!

For a moment, he was confused and confused. He was pressed hard by Ye Qingxuan step by step and could hardly get off the stage.

"What is your identity?" He squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "A brat who doesn't understand anything, and is not even a formal musician, does he deserve to question me?!"

"Well, how about changing to someone with qualifications?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "For example, let the Musicians Association conduct the review?"

In an instant, Ingmar's expression changed drastically, and a hint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes: "You have offended enough today, Ye Qingxuan..."

"Oh, why did you suddenly start arguing?"

Suddenly, a figure in Xiejiri stood up and stopped in front of him at the right time, with a look of confusion and confusion on his face that seemed to be completely false.

It was the principal who had 'disappeared' for a long time.

"Oh, it was my mistake and lack of consideration. I didn't expect that it would cause such a fierce conflict. It seems that everyone still has some disputes about Teacher Ingmar's results. Let's have a friendly discussion and a friendly exchange.

Just be friendly. "

While speaking some unapologetic words, he suppressed all etheric fluctuations without leaving a trace, taking away everyone's control.

"Let's discuss this later. We must find a solution carefully, seriously and seriously at the teachers' meeting in the evening."

The principal never mentioned anything about Ingmar's plagiarism or Ye Qingxuan's offensive attack just now. It was as if he was blind. He didn't see Ingmar's gloomy look or the blood on Ye Qingxuan's fingertips. He just looked kindly. Smiling, like a kind parent, trying to eliminate the conflicts between the backs.

"Okay, Ye Qingxuan, please stop making trouble."

Maxwell patted him on the shoulder lightly and seemed to mean something: "You can't bring matters in the school to the Musicians Association, right? That's too exaggerated.

If this continues, how will the school committee lose its face? "

As he spoke, he hung up the badge on Ye Qingxuan's hand and forced the certificate into his hand, so that the award ceremony was completed.

"Remember to report to the big library tomorrow morning. There is a big prize waiting for you there." He patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"I promise, it will be so rich that it will surprise you."

"As for Mr. Ingmar..."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Ingmar with a gloating expression:

"I think he must have a lot to explain to the school committee."