Crown of Silence

Chapter 238 Wei Yu

At dusk, there was silence in the school committee meeting room. Except for a few agents, only Sidney and Ingmar arrived on time among the school's coaches.

The others were all absent for some unknown reason.

A few empty chairs added a suffocating atmosphere to the whole meeting.

After several representatives of the school directors read the briefing, they fell into a long silence.

After a long time, the old housekeeper took off his monocle. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh:

"After so many years of hiding it, is the principal finally going to take action against the school committee?"

"Do you still need to ask? Ever since he insisted on expelling the chief we selected, he has been determined to do so. The question now is: Do we still have to endure it?"

"We need to treat it carefully and not fall into his trap."

"No, we must return the favor!" Someone said, "The Royal Conservatory of Music is a place established by our ancestors, and it is not his turn to be an outsider running wild."

"We cannot give in this time. Otherwise we will be passive."

Many people nodded in agreement, but some were still worried, "It's just that the power behind Maxwell cannot be underestimated. Over the years, the royal family's support for his newcomers has only increased. If in this matter..."

"I don't think I need any peace of mind about this matter."

The middle-aged consultant who was the agent thought for a moment and then said: "If he conflicts with us, the royal family will definitely not favor him. Besides, if the school committee expresses its attitude, I believe that your majesty will remain neutral."

The old man shook his head, "After all, Maxwell is the principal."

"Only if we are willing to admit it."

Another person said coldly: "We can launch a no-confidence motion and apply for impeachment. If we can get more than 70% of the votes in favor, then he will not want to ride on our heads again."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone stopped talking.

In the hundreds of years of history of the Royal Conservatory of Music, although there has been such a provision, the school committee has always been very restrained and has never used this ability-the people who have served as presidents in the past generations are rare talents and talents that are rare to find. A very important figure in Congress. Especially Maxwell, this old ghost with unknown origins has always been deeply trusted by the royal family, and he has countless secrets in his hands. Especially since he is a lunatic, who knows what he can do!

If we really want to go to war with the principal, it is beyond the scope of these agents to decide.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but look behind them, in the corner of the room.

In the corner, on a clothes rack, a gray sparrow was staring out the window as if no one else was around. All the while, it made no sound.

When it turned back, its eyes seemed to be like those of a real person, silently watching everyone doing it, coldly and firmly.

It's the only one who can decide here.

When it spoke, its voice was steady and peaceful, as if it were narrating the truth.

"Hundreds of years ago, our ancestors established the Royal Academy of Music, which continues to this day. On behalf of the royal family, they have been managing this cradle of future musicians to this day.

Over the past hundreds of years, our family has devoted a lot of resources and efforts to this end. The reason why the school committee exists is to make the college better.

For so many years, the college has always been the school committee, and what the school committee represents is the college itself. "

Sparrow said calmly, "If Maxwell is really determined to fall out with us, then he'd better be prepared to confront the entire academy."

All the agents seemed relieved to hear its words. But the sound of the sparrow next made everyone nervous again.

Because he looked at Ingmar at the end of the long table, and his tone seemed to indicate: "But before that, there is another problem, isn't there?"

Some people understood what he meant, and their eyes became suspicious.

"Ingmar."

The old agent looked at the distracted man with a serious expression: "Is the 'plagiarism' that Maxwell refers to true?"

In an instant, those sharp eyes were like arrows, piercing him.

Ingmar's fingers hidden under the table trembled and he hesitated, but almost instantly, he strengthened his determination: If he admitted it here, everything would be over! Not only will he lose the support of the school committee, but he will also lose his reputation and be completely defeated!

This road, from the beginning, there is no turning back!

"of course not!"

He pretended to be sad and angry at those people, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you also believe that nonsense and doubt my hard work?!"

"Then why did you not report such results to the school committee?"

Ingmar suppressed the panic in his heart, his mind turned, and he tried his best to 'explain': "My research has been reported to the school committee, and you can check the relevant documents on your own. As for the results... I, I just made It's just an attempt, and even I'm not sure whether it works.

I only found out about the passage of the Holy City in the afternoon, and there was no time to report it. "

The explanation was reasonable. The agents glanced at each other. Some people couldn't help but sigh: "Maxwell must have seized a good moment. Before we could react, the war had already started... He had obviously planned it for a long time. Now, everyone Is anyone still thinking of compromising? "

No one responded.

So, the old man at the head nodded, "Then, it's Maxwell's turn to pay the price for his reckless actions."

"And the daring Eastern kid who was pushed to the stage by him." Ingmar's eyes were full of sinisterness: "This is where the glory of the Angelou musicians lies, not where he goes wild!"

The meeting is coming to an end, and only some details are left. The sparrows are obviously not too lazy to participate, flying from the clothes rack to the window, and finally looking back at them.

"If anything happens next, I will come again. Mr. White Crow is very concerned about this matter, so don't let the House down."

After it finished speaking, it spread its wings and left.

Under the brilliant sunset, even the gray wings of the sparrow seemed to glow with golden light, noble and inviolable.

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Late at night, there was silence in the Department of Music and History.

Everyone was sitting in the hall waiting, no one said anything, Bai Xi leaned on Lao Fei and fell asleep. Lao Fei and Xia Er stared at each other, while Ye Qingxuan just lowered his head and twirled the Nine Heavens Ring on his fingertips.

During the long glare with Lao Fei, Charles finally felt that he had given up. He rubbed his eyes and sighed: "It's ten o'clock and the teacher hasn't come back yet. I don't know if the school meeting went smoothly."

"It's not going to go well."

Ye Qingxuan said calmly: "It's not like you don't know the teacher's character. It's good to say that he's not good at words. Once you get rid of music theory, even going out to buy groceries will be a problem."

"I know too..." Ciel suddenly looked a little depressed: "But this always feels bad."

"But not necessarily."

Ye Qingxuan's expression was determined: "When people who are not good at words deal with that kind of thing, there are two main ways. One is to pretend to understand if they don't understand, and the other is to just don't understand if they don't understand, no matter how you say it.

What kind of teacher do you think you are? "

Charles smiled bitterly: "Of course it's the latter."

“So, no matter what rhetoric the school committee says or what they put out to suppress him, the result is the same.

The biggest possibility is: they did not make the teacher give in, and the teacher did not convince them. As a result, the status quo can only be maintained awkwardly - both sides insist on their own opinions.

However, the situation did not allow Ingmar to let this situation continue. This afternoon, the matter had begun to heat up in the school. Although Ingmar has many supporters, as time goes by, more and more people will begin to doubt him.

He had to resolve this matter before its influence reached a certain level. "

Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Brother, be prepared. In the next few days, the dispute will definitely escalate."

"Ingmar will do whatever it takes to suppress us?"

"Why not? He has the ability. Moreover, he knows that he cannot lose. Once he loses, he will only be ruined. Even his old accounts from the past will be revealed one by one.

Therefore, he will definitely become more and more crazy..."

Ye Qingxuan picked up an apple on the table and took one bite after another. It was crunchy until Charles became a little hairy, and then he whispered:

"However, we may not be helpless."

Charles's eyes lit up, "Hurry up and take a closer look at the future. Is there any other three strategies?"

"...Three strategies: upper, middle and lower? Where are there so many! Why don't you let me put together a 108-level thief strategy!"

Ye Qingxuan had the urge to block his throat with the apple core, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. After all, it was not a good time to kill.

"In fact, once a matter remains the same and the two sides are in a stalemate, there will be two results. One is that it ends without a problem, and the other is that the incident escalates... And now, whether the incident escalates or not depends on us. ”

"You mean... the Musicians' Guild?"

Ciel hesitated, "Will it cause too much trouble?"

"Why not make a bigger fuss?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled without any warmth: "Didn't Ingmar want to be famous? Then let's fulfill his wish.

What I like most is helping others. "

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In the silence, time passed little by little.

Soon there were deep footsteps outside the door, and someone was knocking on the door. Charles jumped up from the sofa and ran over to open the door: "Teacher, please come back..."

His voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes were stunned: "Who are you?"

"Is Ye Qingxuan here?"

In the dark night outside the door, a huge black figure stood:

"——Let him come with me."

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Sorry, there are some glitches today, the chapter name is 222, even I started 2...