Crown of Silence

Chapter 246 Have your sweet dream!

In the early morning, the mist condensed on the branches and fell, sparse and cold, like rain in the fog.

In the early morning bells, students who got up early came and went. When they noticed the two teenagers walking silently on the road, they stopped and nodded.

"Good morning, Chief Ye."

"Good morning."

"Good day, Chief Ye."

Seeing the girl smiling at him, Ye Qingxuan also smiled: "Good day."

Just like a daily walk, everything is normal, just like always, except that today they have a small portable box in their hands.

The small box hung in the boy's hand, swaying with his steps, like a small schoolbag.

Although Charles beside him was not smiling, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be in a good mood. He still responded to the greetings of the students along the way and hummed a children's song he didn't know where he learned.

"La la la, la la la, la la la la~"

But the singing voice was not pleasant to the ear, but was as hoarse as ever, like the sound of the cold wind lingering in the long night, blowing from the darkness, making people feel chilled.

Along with the singing, the manuscripts in the box also collided, making a splashing sound, like the faint sound of the tide.

The sound was tiny, but it carried extremely far, causing the students on both sides to get out of the way and stare at them as they left with complicated eyes.

As the music history department was burned in the fire, rumors spread overnight.

Although it looked like an accident, almost everyone seemed to understand what was going on. Many conspiracy theorists believed that it was self-directed and staged, but many people sympathized with it.

But sympathy is useless.

It cannot be used as food, water, or a quilt to cover when it is cold. Sympathy is just sympathy, but unfortunately, anger is more than anger.

It can give birth to many more things.

"You go to the Musicians Association?" Karen asked.

In the square, the next student council president who finally arrived stopped them with a bitter look on his face.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh: "Senior Karen, since you are so enthusiastic, we might as well go to the student union instead."

Karen's expression became more and more bitter: "Yesterday, the school committee ordered to regulate the conduct. Change and Summoning College are now very busy. Some teachers from the Royal School have also talked to me... Sorry, we can't help you with anything."

"Really? That's a shame."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged as if with regret: "Then let's go to the Musicians Association."

"Why go to that step? Once reported to the Musicians Association, the matter will become a big deal." Karen suddenly became more entangled, "You are all too extreme. If you all take a step back, the matter can actually be solved. Why do you have to do it all? "

Ye Qingxuan just patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "If Brother Shizi were here, he would never say such things to me. Do you know why?"

"..."

Karen was stunned, and Ye Qingxuan smiled.

"——Because he knows that the world will never be as beautiful as he imagined."

He passed the stunned Karen and continued towards the school gate.

Each one take a step back? Tolerant and understanding?

Stop talking nonsense, this seemingly fair approach is the biggest mockery of fairness.

Why bother? From the moment the Music History Department was burned to ashes, he no longer planned to leave any escape route for himself - there would be no escape route.

Otherwise, he would be unable to help but despise himself.

In the early morning, the sun gradually rose, but the boy's smile gradually disappeared, leaving only a piece of indifference, like a vast ice field.

.

In front of him, the school gate slowly opened. The huge iron gate entwined with copper branches and red iron roses rubbed against the ground. Behind him, the final bell sounded from the bell tower of the college.

The bells sounded like a tide, washing away the last trace of mist.

The rising sun shed its light, illuminating the boy in front of the school gate and his white hair with metallic luster.

Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan's whole body tensed up, and he felt a creepy feeling, as if something cold was pressing against him behind his back, about to penetrate his limbs.

That inexplicable premonition made his movements stop suddenly and he froze in place.

The sense of crisis echoed in my heart, getting stronger and stronger.

A hand held his shoulder, and the palm suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. Charles stared at the bustling street opposite the school, and the people drinking morning tea in the cafe.

Finally, his eyes fell on a figure in the window and he became cautious.

"Leaf, it's Ingmar."

In the café window, the figure had his back to them, leaning on a chair. The waiter served him coffee on a silver tray. The coffee was a fine variety shipped from Asgard by sea, and it was filled with heat.

There is also a newspaper that has just been delivered.

The newspaper was unfolded, and Ingmar lowered his head to read the news, seemingly unaware of the school gate and the two teenagers in the distance behind him.

But in the hearts of Ye Qingxuan and Xia Er, the omen of uneasiness became more and more obvious.

The sugar cube fell into the coffee, one piece, two pieces...

Every piece that fell was like a huge boulder pressing on their hearts, making them unable to breathe.

They were obviously only one step away from the school gate, but at this moment, they felt fear for no reason, no basis, no basis...

I feel that the world outside the school gate is full of crises.

But there was nothing there, only a warning:

——That’s it.

Ye Qingxuan was silent. He understood what Ingmar meant:

If there was still some room for maneuver in the conflict between them before this, then if he insists on going to the Musicians Guild and taking this step here, it will only be a matter of life and death.

Ingmar will use all possible power to strangle himself and crush this damn Eastern chief who has been in the way for too long.

Maybe right away, maybe at a time when you are unprepared, maybe after you step out of the school gate, a dark carriage will rush out and crush you to death on this road...

So, don’t be obsessed with it.

Turn back immediately.

"Look back?"

Ye Qingxuan seemed to understand what he meant, and sneered softly: You don't dare to kill me, and you don't want to admit plagiarism. Do you really think that just by scaring me, I will collapse on the ground and go home obediently?

Unfortunately, this world is not as beautiful as you think.

"Have sweet dreams!"

Staring at his back, Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, raised his steps in the air as thick as glue, and descended towards the world outside the school gate.

Snapped!

A hallucinatory noise.

The young man stepped out of the door with one foot, and all the sense of crisis and depression disappeared, like an illusion.

Nothing happened.

It's like nothing happened before that.

At that moment, Ingmar lowered his eyes.

In those ice-blue eyes was the dark reflection of the starry sky. The movement of the stars carries a chilling murderous intent.

The movement of the stars reflected the appearance of the two figures gradually fading away, with all kinds of invisible threads wrapped around them, connecting their vitals.

It seems that if they are pulled at will, they will fall apart like puppets without strings.

But in the end, until the two teenagers walked out of his sensing range, the murderous intent in his eyes burst out several times, then suppressed it several times, but in the end he did not take action.

"Tsk, you look fierce but you feel weak inside."

The young man's soft sneer seemed to be coming from the wind.

In Ingmar's hand, the flat newspaper had been crumpled into a ball at some point.

"Sir? Sir..."

Beside him, the waiter asked uneasily: "Is the coffee not to your taste?"

Ingmar picked up the coffee expressionlessly, took a sip, frowned, and put it down.

"It's too sweet." He said, "Get a drink instead."

The waiter picked up the coffee and left quickly as if he had received an amnesty.

Ingmar folded the newspaper in his hand again. In just a few seconds, the ink on it became dim and dim, as if hundreds of years had passed.

He narrowed his eyes, as if talking to something.

"It's me, Ingmar, yes, I'll leave this to you..."

——

An hour later, on the second floor of the Musicians Association, someone was holding the railing and looking at the long queue below. When he saw the two teenagers, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Do not worry."

He whispered into the alchemy communicator in his hand: "I have made arrangements. The two brats can't cause any trouble. Let them behave and leave today."

Behind him, the association's lobby guard climbed up the steps and stood respectfully behind him, rubbing his hands: "Mr. Leo, you called me?"

"Well, I have something to ask of you."

Leo patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the two teenagers in the queue downstairs: "Keep an eye on them, and if they make trouble later, kick them out.

Mr. Bayer is quite busy today. I don't want anything to happen that will disturb our meeting later. Do you understand? "

"I understand." The guard smiled knowingly: "If they cause trouble, don't even think about joining the Musicians Association for three months."

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Just downstairs, half an hour later, the long queue finally came to an end.

"It will be done soon. If you don't want to wait, senior brother, why don't you wait for me for a while."

Ye Qingxuan patted Charles on the shoulder. Charles sighed, put away his impatient expression, forced a smile, and handed the form in his hand to the clerk behind the desk.

The clerk seemed to be telling a joke to the colleagues next to him. After whispering for a long time, several people couldn't help laughing.

After chatting, he casually picked up their forms, and soon threw them back impatiently.

"The format of your form is wrong. There should be additional information here. Why did you just write it in directly? I should also fill in here and here."

He pointed at several places on the form, his eyes irritated: "Did you listen to me just now? Why did you fill it out three times and still not get it right? Just waste your own time and don't delay others."

Charles's expression twitched, and Ye Qingxuan held his shoulders and smiled at the clerk: "I'm sorry, we will change it immediately."

"No, you have to fill it out again."

The clerk glanced at him: "There should be no traces of modification on the form, and pay attention to writing. Your font is obviously not standard. Which teacher handed you the handwriting?"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and glanced at the smooth official writing style of the Holy City on the form. He suppressed his anger and nodded: "You are right, I will change it again."

"You should concentrate on your own affairs and don't be reminded all the time. With this attitude, do you still want to do things?"

The clerk looked at him indifferently and waved to indicate the next one.

Ye Qingxuan almost forcibly pulled Xia Er aside and calmed his emotions that were about to explode. While filling out the form, someone noticed their appearance and showed sympathy.

"Are you new here?"