Silent Crown Chapter 196: Why are you again!
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"Talk about it."
Ingmar seems interested.
"Indeed, since the beginning of school, the Department of Music History, relying on the trash and the Oriental Imp, has been so popular that it even swept the chief student into the bag.
But this does not mean that the Music History Department is different from the past, and on the contrary, because Ye Qingxuan's overactive activity puts the Music History Department in an extremely embarrassing and dangerous position.
For a long time, their strengths have been their speed of response and difficult methods. But their weakness is also obvious, that is their own strength.
In terms of strength, they are far from being compared with other colleges. "
Bart said, "Because of this, before the start of the game, they have prepared so many ways to offset the gap in the number of people.
Yes, the method was implemented very successfully. The Change Academy was messed up by them, and they completely mastered the rhythm.
However, this little trick can only be used once. As long as they are prepared, their failure is only a matter of time. "
He lowered his head and looked at the phantom in the etheric sphere, a cold light flashed in his pupils: "What's more, mastering the enemy's virtual reality is not exactly what the Enlightenment School is good at?
The same trick won’t work in front of us. "
Ingmar was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed softly.
"Very well, Bart, I am very pleased. You have not been taken away by your own hatred and anger. Reason and knowledge are the best weapons of the school of revelation. I look forward to the day when you defeat that oriental kid."
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"Did you hear clearly?"
In another lounge, an ocelot crouched on the floor squinted at the group of students sitting on the bench in front of him.
Beside the ocelot, a silver fly shook its wings, and there was the voice of Ingmar and Bart talking in the next room.
The sound gradually ended, and the ocelot glanced at the fly. The flies dissipated into a mass of dust on their own, leaving only two ‘fly wings’ used as summoning media to float down from the sky and disappear.
One of the phantom beast species cultivated by this school of summoning. A by-product of some detection technology. Although not as sensitive as originally imagined, it is even more hidden. If it is hidden, there is hardly any ether fluctuations.
The ocelot yawned lazily, but the animal eyes were full of human brilliance, which was the incarnation of Ludwig.
"Look at people, and then you."
Ludwig breathed out of his nostrils: "Whenever you can get a bit of a brain, I will be relieved!
I don't pay attention to any tactics, I just know how to make it hard. Don't be like the hapless team from the Change Academy, being tricked into that kind of dog as soon as they play. "
"An La. Teacher."
The lazy female student in front of the Ocelot blew a whistle: "Even if we win the musician department in the next round, that situation won't happen."
"Hmph, when James those idiots came on the court, they thought the same as you."
"But after all, they are good at different directions. The competition is ultimately a competition. If students are not allowed to compare and kill, the Change Academy will always be the most constrained team."
The female student hummed twice, then laughed suddenly, "After all, if the number of people is cheap. We can have the strongest advantage."
In her arms, the black and huge cheetah awoke and yawned lazily. He pushed his head against his master, then twisted and fell asleep again.
Just like yawning is contagious, under the bench, at her feet, on the cabinet in the lounge, behind her, in the corner...
A total of nineteen black cheetahs yawned at the same time.
One seemed to have had enough sleep and stretched. Scratched a paw on the ground. With a piercing sound, a deep crack appeared on the smooth, mirror-like floor.
On top of the cheetah's head. A colorful-winged parrot quacked, flapped its wings and flew.
It's in this lounge big enough for thirty people to rest together. Suddenly there was a flurry of jumps.
Shadow leopards, ironback gorillas, six-eyed lava dogs, eight-armed creepers, silt monsters, silver-scale snakes in clay pots, mist spirits that have been sealed in glass flasks...this group was originally raised by musicians The monster in his head was released into reality, hissing for joy and making a screaming sound.
"It is always necessary to be well prepared."
Ludwig glanced at her helplessly, "Elsa, am I **you** too good? After all, it's the teacher who preached, you are sitting upright anyway."
"Teacher, rest assured."
Elsa geared up: "This time, apart from the Royal School I'm a little unsure about it, for other games, you just wait for me to shave their heads..."
Ludwig sighed, and the ocelot's figure was illusory, and it was about to disappear. At the last moment of disappearance, he turned his head and looked in a certain direction, revealing a smirking smile. ,
It seems that some people have lost their temper.
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In the break room of the Change Academy, there is already a mess at the moment. After the flame storm and thunderbolt swept through, all the students became refugees, their faces scorched and embarrassed.
"Lost?! Lost unexpectedly!"
The sound of frost breaking and flame burning mixed together to form Yegor's roar. In the roar, James and the others lowered their heads and stood obediently in the corner.
The other team's people are also horrible at the fish pond, and they are also not getting better.
"I can accept losing to the Enlightenment Academy, losing to the Summoning Academy, and losing to the Royal School, but you actually lost in the hands of a music history department that is about to be abolished?!
Are you embarrassed? You say, don’t be ashamed! "
The students lowered their heads obediently, not daring to speak.
"It seems that the training given to you is still too light. After today is over, everyone will give me a three-hour meditation in the thunder pond before going to bed! People who can't persist are not allowed to eat.
James, do you hear that? ! "
James nodded bitterly: "Yes, teacher."
"And you!" The voices of Frost and Flame changed, and then fell on another student's head: "What are you still doing? Glenn, go draw lots!
If you run into a **** like the music history department again this time, give me your strongest movement to wash them out of the game!
Have you learned so many formulas in vain? ! "
Glenn hurriedly stayed alone, got up, patted his butt, and ran away. Seeing another loud noise in the lounge behind him, he couldn't help wiping a cold sweat.
For so many years, no one has been because of a team. Let the four major branches of the school be unlucky at the same time...
Now in the competition, the Music History Department is already a famous durian player.
Can't bite. Can't chew, and it smells...
This group of **** will pull the opponent's morale to the same level as their own, and then use a wealth of experience to defeat him.
It's so difficult to avoid it.
I heard that there is the reincarnation of the stars in the East, the chief Ye will not be reincarnated by some calamity, right?
No one seems to have anything to do with him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing: "I hope I won't be drawn again, otherwise it will be bad for everyone."
Fortunately, this kind of opponent may not be unable to win if he goes all out...
By strength. It depends on the quantity, or the insight that puts the opponent's every move under the nose. Each college has its own method.
Moreover, if you are ruthless, you may not be able to make a lot of money.
Now the credit accumulation of the Music History Department has exceeded 10,000, right?
A cold light flashed in his eyes: With so many credits, taking some risks may not be worthwhile.
He began to plan carefully.
Similarly, on the high platform where the lottery was drawn in the arena, everyone exchanged their eyes, and after unifying the intelligence, they couldn't help but set their sights on the music history department.
This is a big piece of fat.
It depends on how you bite.
Glen, Bart, and Elsa looked at each other's colors and found that they were playing with the same idea as themselves. Suddenly he secretly warned him involuntarily.
Behind everyone, Banner stood by indifferently and did not participate in the competition between them. Just staring at the sky in the distance. Beside him, Manticore's eyes flowed, showing ferociousness.
Being stared at by those animal eyes, there is a feeling like a light on the back, which makes people suddenly full of jealousy.
This is the last part of today. The team for tomorrow's duel will be determined by drawing lots. On the high platform, representatives of all teams.
"Are all the representatives of the teams here?"
Sidney nodded his name again, and frowned again: Why did the music history department make a moth again? No one came!
Damn it, they lose the chain every time!
"The Department of Music History? Is the Department of Music History here?"
His expression became gloomy: "If it doesn't arrive. According to the withdrawal, all credits will be cleared..."
There was silence in the crowd. Someone coughed awkwardly: "Ahem, Mr. Sidney. The representative of the music history department is here."
"Then why don't you speak during the roll call!"
Sidney was furious: "Where? Stand up! Don't understand the rules at all?"
Soon, the crowd rushed and separated, and then a...dog came out of the crowd.
Yes, that's the big golden dog. The vicious dog that looks more tugged than the emperor, stronger than the prime minister, and looks down on people than the principal!
Why the **** is you again!
A few months later ~IndoMTL.com~ met again, but that kind of lofty and disdainful eyes made Sidney once again plunged into the shadow of the past.
"What does the music history department mean?"
Sidney's face flushed, and he was furious: "Do you look down on the other contestants? Or are you trying to stir things up?"
The dog glanced at him lazily, and dropped the roll of paper from his mouth at Sidney's feet.
On that piece of paper, it was written that Lao Fei participated as an honorary member of the music history department and had all the licenses for normal player qualifications!
In the lower right corner, there is also a name that Sidney is very familiar with.
"Maxwell?"
Sidney felt that he was going crazy, and looked back to the stands. The old principal was whistling on the ground, with an innocent look on his face.
You will be tossing people in a tricky way! Sooner or later, you have to change it back!
Sidney's complexion was blue, he retracted his gaze, and squeezed a few words from his teeth: "Start drawing." (to be continued)