Don't confiscate my citizenship

Every light in the theater seemed to be given life. At the moment when the music ended, the light filled the entire theater. The pale golden light flowed on the black marble, like a surging stream whispering in the night.

The back row of the auditorium.

"I originally thought that this classroom was examining art, but I didn't expect that what was actually being examined was the art of destruction. It turns out that the art of destruction is also an art in itself..."

Lan Qi exhaled, and there was a sense of relief in his voice, and a sense of relief as if he had let go of some restraint.

He was smiling confidently now, as if he couldn't wait to go on stage and show off his skills to his classmates.

"..."

Hyperion turned her head to observe Lan Qi's condition, feeling like a lump in her throat.

He seems to have benefited a lot from this devil's academy again.

Others may come to challenge the shadow world.

And Lan Qi really came to learn.

It stands to reason that Lan Qi's "wholehearted" attitude towards life should be praised, but... she couldn't tell what the problem was.

"Protect yourself later."

Lanci stood up, dropped these words as he passed by Huberian, and walked along the red carpet on the steps towards the stage.

"good."

Hyperion replied.

Her spell arsenal is not suitable for this exam.

As an acrobatic assistant, Lanqi's arsenal of spells made her feel extra at ease in the weirder the situation.

Theoretically, Lan Qi will go ahead of her. After Lan Qi passes, they can temporarily exchange purple and lower magic cards in the audience, reorganize the spell library, and let Hyperion pass.

…

Most of the time for the music assessment has passed, and the classroom is filled with an atmosphere of silence and anticipation. Students who are confident in their abilities have basically finished participating in the performance.

The rest are either weak students or final-level players.

Starting from the first few performances, every time the performance ended, it would take a while for a demon student to take the initiative to take the stage.

So this time, when the host teacher saw Lan Qi quickly stand up and raise his hand to indicate his application for participation, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Along with a burst of calm footsteps echoed throughout the theater.

After a while, Lan Qi came to the stage. His figure was particularly conspicuous under the lights of the theater. His aura seemed to be integrated into the entire performance environment, making all eyes focus on him.

"Are you ready?"

The presiding teacher standing next to Lan Qi asked.

Generally, before the exam starts, students can raise any compliance needs or questions to the presiding teacher. This is the same in any examination room, so the presiding teacher takes the lead in asking.

If the student has no doubts, then the 2-minute performance timer can officially start, and the student will be given permission to use spells freely on the stage.

"If four music instructors can recognize it at the same time, what will be the reward?"

Lan Qi nodded slightly and asked with curiosity and confusion.

"There is no way in the design of the course that all four of them can agree at the same time."

The presiding teacher looked at him, smiled and shook his head, with a hint of unspeakable authority in his smile.

"But what if this happens?"

"It's not written in the guide, not because this situation is hidden or an omission, but because there are obviously some combinations of the four music instructors' approval conditions that are contradictory and impossible to achieve at the same time."

The presiding teacher's voice slowly fell back.

For example, there is no music that can be so noisy and addictive that it can make sleeping demons fall asleep, and at the same time, it has the level of horror that the diseased poison body recognizes and the warm atmosphere that the ghost armor wants.

"Over the years, no student, no matter how outstanding, has been recognized by these four music instructors at the same time."

The presiding teacher added that he hoped Lanqi could understand what he meant - their curriculum design did not need to be questioned.

"Teacher, I think I can really do it."

Lan Qi stared at the teacher in charge.

"If you can do it, it will truly prove that there are omissions in our exam design, and your music level is beyond the scope of our understanding. Being a music tutor can be said to be an incompetence."

The host teacher's words seemed to be mocking Lan Qi's ignorance.

After all, this is a performance that is being watched by many big figures in the demon world. For a student to repeatedly question the rules is to undermine the performance.

"If you are recognized by the four music instructors, you will be directly hired as a teacher in our music department. Is that okay?"

The host teacher looked at the audience below the stage, raised his voice a bit and announced, then looked at Lan Qi and asked.

As the words fell, a burst of rustling laughter came from the stage.

"Teacher, are you sure? And what if the music instructor doesn't have enough sense to make a judgment after the performance?"

"This is the theater given by the Demon King. It is watched by the demon eyes, and it is also the performance that the demon nobles are watching. If you dare to go back on your word on this stage, even if I am the director of the music department of this college, my life will not be enough. In addition, If the music instructor is unable to judge, such as when Mr. Maleficent falls into a deep sleep, I will make the judgment on his behalf based on the standards he has reported to the academy before participating in the performance, so you can rest assured of fairness."

The host teacher looked at the magic eye in the center of the theater and said, and handed the microphone to Lan Qi, feeling a little happy,

"Okay, do you still have any questions?"

"No problem, we can start."

Then Lan Qi took the microphone, shook his collar, and walked to the center of the stage.

His eyes have completely changed, like a rising star in the devil world.

As long as you stand on this stage and enter the performance time, you can use any spell.

Without saying a word, Lan Qi used [Poet of Great Love].

At his call, a gray-haired beauty wearing a bright red dress appeared on the stage accompanied by the fragrance of flowers.

She opened her eyes as if she had just woken up from a dream, her hair and skirt swaying gently, like a lingering short song in summer, and the rustling mountain wind in autumn. For a moment, many demons in the audience lost their minds for her.

The poet of great love stared at everything in the theater with her bright eyes, as if she understood something. There was a trace of regret or joy in the corner of her mouth, but she did not use her magic voice to influence the minds of any living beings.

Since summoning itself is considered a kind of magic, there is no problem in summoning a familiar with whom you have a soul contract during a performance.

"You'll be singing the lead later. It's time for the four instructors and classmates to see our learning results."

Lan Qi handed the microphone to the poet.

The beloved poet smiled like a flower and nodded slightly, his eyes shining with incomparable confidence.

And Lan Qi came to a demonic instrument that looked like a piano, sat down elegantly and calmly, and lifted the lid.

Far away from the stage.

When Hyperion saw that the person holding the microphone was the poet Daai, she already instinctively wanted to run away.

She couldn't even imagine what would happen in the theater when this thing went up and sang with all its energy!