Silent Crown Chapter 182: I will vent
The scorching sun
On the quiet square
Fountains, teenagers, and naked men. (Baidu search for the fastest and most stable update of the literature network)
The most shameless bard can't write such a wretched poem!
"Brother, what the **** are you?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed.
But the statue was silent and no one responded. It was as if he had guessed wrong.
"Pretend to me, right?"
Ye Qingxuan saw that there was no one left and right, then stepped up decisively and kicked bitterly at the crotch of the statue.
"Wow!"
The expression of the statue was instantly distorted, and a trembling voice rang in Ye Qingxuan's ear, "Junior Brother, please!"
"Spare you for being a big-headed ghost."
Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "We looked for so many places and locations last night, but why did you become such a wretched look?"
"I am not hiding in the city!"
Seeing that Ye Qingxuan was about to kick, the statue waved his hand quickly, "Okay, okay, the other positions are occupied, even the gargoyle on the wall is occupied!
I can only take risks..."
"Brother, you'd better change a place as soon as possible. Those guys have already started taking pictures randomly. If you are surrounded, I can't save you."
"Okay, okay, don't worry about this, I'm clever. It should be no problem to survive the first round... It's just that the graduation project is a bit difficult."
Charles bared his teeth: "You don't need to kick so hard! My mimicry will be broken for you!"
Ye Qingxuan's mouth curled, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood."
"Where is Bai Xi?"
Charle probed his head and looked behind him, "Where did she go?"
"..."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head silently, and turned to say goodbye, "Brother, please ask for more blessings, I will leave first."
"Hey? Wait!"
Charle was taken aback: "Where are you going?"
The boy has gone away. Just waved his hand without looking back, an irritable voice came from a distance:
"——I will vent!"
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The Great Hall, the second floor. In a huge conference room.
On the wall, a bird's-eye view of the entire college is projected.
You can vaguely see countless small black dots moving on it. There are also red dots and stars.
There was a red dot constantly lit up, bursting, and disappearing without a trace. That is the mimicry discovered by the students disappeared.
But more often, the black spots are getting dimmed, turning around like a headless fly, and finally disappearing completely.
The credits are exhausted and eliminated.
Beside the bird's-eye view, there are constantly flashing names, showing the changes in credits. Finally, Luo listed a ranking list.
The credits on the list are constantly changing. The competition was fierce, rising and falling almost every second.
In the conference room, all the teachers looked at the list intently, looking for their familiar names, and watched the score rise and fall with anxiety.
Occasionally, when the gaze falls on the girl in front, she becomes awed.
Just in the front, the girl sitting upright just looked at the map on the wall in silence and didn't say anything. After a long absence, she gained two points of royal majesty and coldness. People dare not offend easily.
"His Royal Highness, what do you think?"
Beside her, Maxwell asked softly.
After the girl pondered for a moment. Replied softly: "Unexpectedly, I thought there would be some one-on-one battle matches to select the strongest.
It looks a little bit tricky now. "
"His Royal Highness Mary, you said that is the arena of the reckless man, right?"
Maxwell shook his head, "Since it is a school, it is better to keep the school look like."
"Musicians' school, shouldn't they teach them what a musician is?" Mary asked, "They must always prepare for the future."
"Actually, I thought so too."
The principal shook his head helplessly: "In the beginning, I wanted to make them work harder. Realize what real fighting and development is like as soon as possible. Starting from actual combat, let them grow up from the strictest standards.
Can look at so many young faces. It feels too cruel... They are still a bunch of children.
For me, so is your Highness. "
Mary looked at him in confusion. But the principal laughed.
This guy didn't know where to get a handle of champagne, opened the bottle skillfully, stuffed it into her hand, and clinked glasses with her.
"Future things can be discussed in the future, why should things be put in the present?" Maxwell raised his glass, excitedly, "Since it’s a school day, it’s a festival. Let’s have fun together."
Mary looked at his smile in silence, the coldness and frost in her eyes disintegrated slightly.
"Then, just follow what the principal said."
She picked up the wine glass and took a sip, somewhat pantothenic.
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As time changes, the trend of the rankings has gradually become clear, some people are happy and some are worried. The teachers in the Enlightenment Academy were almost so happy that they were about to whistle.
In the top 100, almost 50 or more are students of the Enlightenment faction.
The Enlightenment Department itself is good at exploring, detecting, and looking for specific items. The slightly flawed mimicry is full of holes in front of them.
This kind of trial is simply blessed for them.
Seeing a name with one squeezed into the top ten, the teachers at Enlightenment College became more and more happy. But besides, the face of Change Academy got worse and worse.
Ingmar stared at the names on the rankings intently, watching Bart’s rising rankings step by step, excitedly: Not in vain to teach with all his strength, Bart’s performance has also been outstanding after the child’s sudden resuscitation recently. Now, there is a faint sign of catching up with Banner.
It’s going to be the top ten, it’s going to be the top ten! It’s still a little bit...
He clenched his fist and stared fiercely at the leaderboard until Bart's score flashed and jumped over the red line. He couldn't help but shook his fist and cheered.
Success!
As long as the first round has the advantage, another fight in the second round can squeeze into the top five.
At that time, you can enter the cave of deep sleep, and through the special power of the cave, you can quickly touch the threshold of the musician-level, and carry out the ‘sensation between heaven and man.’
At that time, if the core of the revelation faction can be laid, then it can be foreseen. Bart will be the rising star of the future Enlightenment Academy.
Looking at his excited look, the bearded man of the changing faction curled his lips and muttered in a low voice. "It's another magic stick of the School of Enlightenment."
"At present, it seems that Enlightenment Academy is leading the score." The principal glanced at the leaderboard. "Other colleges are a little behind."
Mary thought for a while and asked: "I remember that the main coach of the School of Revelation was Mr. Ingmar who decoded the Babylonian puzzle, right?"
"It's under."
Ingmar heard the words and got up to salute. He couldn't help getting excited when he thought that even the second emperor had heard his name.
"Ten years ago, Mr. Ingmar was a famous dark age historian. The exploration of ancient music theory is obvious to all."
Mary nodded approvingly, "Unexpectedly, after Mr. Ingmar returned to the college. He still taught so many outstanding students, which is admirable."
Ingmar concealed the triumph in his eyes and nodded, "Giving his knowledge to more people is also one of the responsibilities of musicians.
Of course, the most important thing is to choose the materials that can be made, and don't work **** rotten wood and mud..."
He glanced behind him without a trace, only to find that the one-armed man was just writing something intently, not hearing his words at all.
"Mr. Abraham."
His eyes turned cold, "Forgive me for being rude. Are you writing something important? So important that you lose your courtesy in front of the royal family?"
Abraham looked up blankly, stunned for a moment, and put the pen down somewhat at a loss: "Hold, sorry. I just have some thoughts about interpretation temporarily, so I can't help but write it down."
"Really?"
Ingmar said nonchalantly: "You have to write it down carefully. There are not many ideas that can support your set of fallacies.
However, your Royal Highness is here to inspect on behalf of the Queen. You'd better consider how to explain to your Royal Highness what you have done in contempt of the Royal..."
Abraham looked at the girl, and finally reacted, lowering his head in a flustered manner.
When Mary saw his steel prosthesis, she seemed to be thinking of something, and she was taken aback for a moment. Soon, she shook her head:
"The Enlightenment faction pursues inspiration. This is normal. I am looking forward to Mr. Abraham's interpretation results as soon as possible."
Seeing that Abraham, who was ignorant in front of the king, was so gently let go, Ingmar couldn't help but snorted softly: "Thank you for your tolerance. Next time, you may not be able to escape."
"Since your Highness is no longer pursuing it, please remember your mistakes."
The principal waved Ingmar to stop struggling, and instead asked Abraham: "I remember your students also participated in this trial?"
"Yes, one graduate, two new students this year." Abraham sighed, "I'm afraid the grades will not be too good."
"Don't be too pessimistic, Abraham."
The principal patted him on the shoulder, and his voice seemed to smile: "The matter is not at the end, who can say it clearly?"
There was a soft sound of bursting blisters.
On the bird's-eye view, a red dot representing graduates has quietly disappeared.
At the bottom of the ranking, where no one saw, a name quietly moved forward.
There was another soft noise, and the name moved one more place.
Immediately afterwards, there was a third sound...
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Boom!
In front of the central building, the gate collapsed and shattered.
In the courtyard, everyone turned their heads in astonishment to look at the white-haired boy who walked in through the door.
"The material is wrong, go back and re-repair."
The white-haired young man holding the school badge curled his mouth and looked at the iron door dissipating coldly.
Dingling~
The school badge made a clear sound, and fifty credits were awarded. But he didn't even check, he just walked straight toward the crowd.
"The Oriental..."
Someone whispered in surprise when he remembered his bad deeds in the academy. Seeing him walking towards him with a look of inferiority, the crowd was a little commotion.
"What do you want to do?"
Someone stood up and wanted to stop him, but when he saw his cold eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and his voice became stammered: "School anniversary is forbidden, private fights are forbidden!"
"You got in the way, sorry."
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him and patted him on the shoulder: "Borrow light."
"Oh, oh."
The person subconsciously stepped away and watched him pass by. Behind him, those people who saw his posture, thought of the bad rumors, suddenly trembled in their hearts~ IndoMTL.com~ I don’t know this. The legendary college villain, what does Dongfang* want to do?
But the oriental man stopped in front of them and suddenly said:
"Do you know? Most of Anglo's territory is near the sea, most of which are under the influence of ocean currents, and belong to a temperate oceanic climate."
"Huh?"
The crowd froze for a moment, feeling that they had hallucinations, and they didn't understand what he was trying to say.
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By the way, I asked for a leave, and the nameless left hand pointed out a problem. I always felt very bad during the two days of codewords, and even felt bad. I will go to the hospital tomorrow. (To be continued)
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