Old-time musicians

"Cooperation?" Fan Ning asked in surprise, "The Bologna School and I were still battling wits and courage yesterday. Why did we fast forward to cooperation today?"

"Because you didn't find Roy yesterday." The girl in the white dress smiled.

Fan Ning saw relaxation and determination in her eyes.

She could already see the subtle changes in her expression and tone.

The information she provided in advance was very sincere, which also contributed to her confidence in judgment.

"I'm really amazed by Miss Roy's emotional intelligence..." Fan Ning couldn't help but ponder over and over in her mind, "Is this considered considerate or scheming? Should I think she is cute or scary..."

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"The schedule was full yesterday and I didn't pay attention to the news that happened in the college immediately. Mr. Fan Ning didn't ask anyone to contact me. Otherwise, Roy would have come to visit you long ago. But I didn't expect that Mr. Fan Ning would actually stay here all night. , your character and self-cultivation are very admirable.”

She was guessing that Fan Ning needed to maintain his public identity as a music school student.

No matter what other matters he had, at least Professor Anton's death needed to be investigated here.

"So, the information provided to me is earnest money for cooperation?" Fan Ning said, "Then, let's talk about the specific content."

Roy looked into Fan Ning's eyes: "Professor Lorraine Browne has some unclear interests in relation to those who violate the ban. With your ability, you should already know something about it."

"Miss Roy, are you so candid?"

The surprise in Fan Ning's eyes was not fake at this moment: "This matter is not honorable. It's a bit unflatteringly characterized as a 'betrayer'. I'm afraid it's not suitable to talk about it in front of an outsider like me, right?"

Even though Fan Ning and the Bologna School investigation team had been talking for so long yesterday, both parties kept this detail secret. When they were about to go deep, they wandered to other topics many times.

In comparison, this school girl’s communication style is really unpredictable.

"Mr. Fan Ning has indeed grasped the situation." After hearing this, Roy smiled slyly.

"Were you testing me just now?" Fan Ning raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not, but since Roy said this, it means that even if Mr. Fanning doesn't know yet, I am ready to tell you, because I know that with your ability, it is only a matter of time before you find out."

"Nothing wrong." Fan Ning paced back and forth in the small room: "So you need me to withdraw the complaint in front of everyone, cooperate with the school to make a mild incident report, and in the subsequent investigation process, I will no longer use my personal name or Use the guidance school’s mouth to overturn or question the school’s conclusions, right?”

"It's always so easy to communicate with you." Roy blinked, "Professor Lorraine Browne's personal rights and wrongs should be evaluated realistically, but for the 'First Vice Dean of the School of Music' Yes or no, we always need to make some adjustments.”

"Your Bologna School is really an organization with a sense of collective honor." Fan Ning praised.

"Don't laugh at Roy."

After the girl read the joke in Fan Ning's tone, she neither pretended not to know nor maintained a smile, but pointed it out deliberately and curled her lips to show weakness.

Then she pointed out more common interests: "Our public identity is that we are all students of the University of St. Lenia, right? Mr. Fanning. From the perspective of artistic career, the school has always impacted the future of each of us." We strive to provide endorsement, and the 'collective sense of honor' is actually not an internal appreciation, but an external display."

Fan Ning said slowly: "This public school, based on my personal impression, whether it is the design of the recruitment system, the internal management system established, or the key points of training our words and deeds, all emphasize 'because' Difference, so different'... However, I discovered today that when you need 'collective', you can still emphasize 'collective'..."

"But you want to achieve something at the graduation concert, about Professor Anton, about yourself." The girl's fingers gently ran through her hair, "Roy does not doubt your strength, you can choose to follow the rules of the game, You can also choose to subvert the rules of the game, but if it is the latter way, I guess it may not meet your original expectations and perceptions. The key words of that night should be youthful pride, school time and youth.”

"I admit that you have soothed my negative emotions. Those professors should really learn more from you." Fan Ning finally smiled at this time.

"Don't worry, Miss Roy, even from the perspective of guiding the school, I don't want to have conflicts with the Bologna School because of a small misunderstanding at this level. We are all official organizations of the empire."

"Then we have reached a consensus." Roy raised his fist cutely and playfully. "The further form of cooperation is: the school will continue to investigate the death of Professor Anton that you are concerned about and share the progress with you. When necessary We invite you to act together; as for Mr. Fan Ning, please let us know if you find any clues in the documents. In addition, if you realize that other students may be harmed, please provide more support. "

With her breathtaking blue eyes, she took a deep look at Fan Ning: "The contents recorded in that document are the earliest occult research results of the Bologna School in history. We attach great importance to it and interpret it directly. It is related to the truth about Professor Anton’s incident. Fortunately, it is not a unique item. If Mr. Fan Ning gets it, he can study and copy it and return the original. We are willing to share the knowledge with you as a thank you. "

After meeting Roy's eyes for a few seconds, Fan Ning thought to herself: "Did she really guess through any clues that I have the document? Or was it just a pure assumption and discussion?"

During these few contacts with Roy, Fan Ning's goodwill continued to grow due to her musical talent, external conditions, various qualities, and various comfortable experiences during the process of getting along with him. But on the other hand, Fan Ning no longer dared to look down upon this person of the same age, and even became wary of her extremely keen empathy.

"I accept this cooperation." Fan Ning responded succinctly.

"How about Roy inviting you to have lunch later?" The girl's eyes narrowed with laughter.

"I don't want to be walking to school and being asked to duel all the time," Fanning said.

"Roy really didn't mean what happened in the classroom that day." She put her little hand on her chin, rolled her eyes around in thought, and lowered her voice to pretend to be mysterious: "Why don't you choose a more private place?"

"Let's do it next time." Fan Ning coughed twice, "I've been busy lately."

"Mr. Fanning, your way of rejecting people is so cliché." Roy wrinkled his little nose.

Co-author: You don't fall out of the norm every time you reject others, right... Fan Ning cursed in his heart.

Of course, he still said seriously: "I really can't spare any time recently. Work selection and research work take up too much energy. I don't want to have a perfunctory chat with Ms. Roy sitting opposite me during lunch. And then he quickly cleared the table of food and left in a hurry, right? This is not very gentlemanly."

The girl nodded with deep understanding: "You are right, Roy will indeed be unhappy."

"See you at the next rehearsal, remember to practice." Fan Ning smiled slightly.

"Mr. Fanning, let me take you out."

After leaving the administration building, Fan Ning spent 8 pennies to buy a sandwich pie, cabinet pudding and roasted vegetable snacks from the school convenience store. He drank lemonade and had a simple lunch on the road.

After taking a slight detour on campus to digest the food in my stomach, I walked to the staff villa area for about twenty minutes.

He used the newly issued key to open the courtyard and door of Professor Anton's house, went straight to the second floor, and opened Xilan's boudoir.

There was still a unique faint fragrance in the room. Qiong was wearing a light cotton white blouse, sitting on Xilan's bed, leaning on the pillow and reading a book. The afternoon light poured into the slightly dark room, making the curves of her legs and ankles soaked in an ivory color.

Fan Ning walked straight in and stood for a long time staring at the mechanical clock on the wall.

The time above pointed to 11:30 p.m.

"Thank you for your hard work, Joan."

"It's okay." The girl closed the book and said happily, "Let's start now!"

She quickly followed the process of retracing the secret ritual and arranged a small altar on the dressing table.

The energy rose and the prayer ended. Joan picked up the pink water spray bottle and sprayed a fine layer of water mist on the dressing mirror.

"My spiritual sense is too weak, can you see clearly?" Qiong Jian asked in the inexplicable cold wind.

"Why...is it still a clock reflected on the wall?" Fan Ning activated his spiritual field and looked at the mirror in confusion.

"The secret ceremony did not receive a response from the Lord of Witness? Is it still a normal mirror reflection? No, there is nothing in the mirror about other things in the room. The details of this clock do not seem to be exactly the same as the one on the wall."

"It should be said that there are still revelations, but it is too symbolic. It has become so abstract in less than 24 hours. Is it because the interference is greater?"

The water mist gathers liquid into droplets and flows down in streams, and the scene in the mirror returns to its normal messiness.