Silent Crown Chapter 220: Congratulations

In the afternoon, in a small room.

"He wants to be the first, let him be."

As Gavin said, it caused a change in the expressions of several other people. The cadres of the student union were taken aback for a moment and discussed in a low voice, their expressions full of helplessness and dissatisfaction.

"You don't want to let an Oriental show up in the Royal Conservatory of Music. I can understand this mood-after all, this is where Angelu's glory lies."

Gavin said indifferently: "But if you want to win, you must at least be upright, right? Everyone is a musician, not a gangster.

If you can't even look straight at winning or losing, how can you talk about pursuing great source and truth? "

Someone hesitated and said in a low voice: "In fact, we only need to unite all the departments..."

"Is it necessary for me to remind me one more sentence?"

Gavin interrupted him expressionlessly, "This world is very big and there are many kinds of people. The sages have already discussed many categories, so I won't say more about this.

But you have to understand: No matter how many classifications there are, Ye Qingxuan is definitely the most difficult one.

The more pressure you put on him, the more terrifying his rebound will be.

You have already experienced this firsthand, right? "

Gavin's words silenced everyone in the room and couldn't help but want to smile:

Indeed, don’t they experience enough? Over the past few months, instead of being squeezed out under pressure, the Oriental has grown stronger with their strength.

And he is definitely not the kind of person who likes to tolerate. Every time he feels offended, he will slap back suddenly. So fast, hard, and painful.

Until now... they have nothing to do with him.

Karen shook his head and sighed, "Are we going to just ignore it?"

"Why not?" Gavin asked back, "If he is in accordance with the rules of the game, then it shouldn't be right for him to be the first?"

"But..."

"There is nothing wrong, he deserves it after all. Isn't it? What qualifications do we have to deny this result?"

Gavin shook his head slightly, looked serious, looked around at everyone present, and raised his voice:

"I will officially leave school and graduate in one month. The student union will also be taken over by Karen. His work ability and contribution to the school are obvious to all. Anyone here has no other opinions, right?"

Everyone was stunned by Gavin's words, and Karen didn't respond until a few minutes later. Pointing at himself in astonishment: "Me?"

They didn't expect that the person Gavin chose was his deputy Karen. Karen has long been accustomed to the position of deputy, and never thought that one day he would succeed the student president.

"I... can't do it, right?" Karen hesitated.

"When I first took office, wasn't it also far inferior to who you are now?"

Gavin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Everyone here is the elite of the Royal Conservatory of Music, the backbone of the student union. With so many people, there will be no problems, don't worry."

"I will report to the Royal Orchestra in the evening, so please don't go over it."

He got up and put on his coat. After putting on his hat, he nodded slightly to the people in the room, "I hope everyone can unite like when I was there and continue to maintain those excellent orders.

——Don't let the glory be dusted. "

"Don't let the glory be dusted!"

The young people got up, recited the motto of the college, and respectfully watched Gavin leave.

Gavin smiled, turned and left, and walked into the afternoon sun outside the door.

Gone away.

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As the afternoon sun gradually sets, the light of the setting sun shines all over.

And the school anniversary day has finally come to an end.

Just after a series of strange developments and unprepared mental shocks. The **** trial that tested everyone's will and heart is finally coming to an end.

It is really gratifying, everyone is thinking about the beauty of peaceful life, and their faces are filled with happy smiles. It's almost like celebrating in the whole world.

If it is in the east, these students will definitely put on a few firecrackers to celebrate, and send a catastrophe by the way.

In the auditorium, everyone was sitting in their seats with solemn expressions, waiting for the last moment, but before each other there was a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

On the podium. The school leaders were talking nonsense that sounded terrific but were actually useless at all, while in the background, Ye Qingxuan was dressed nervously and rarely put on formal gowns.

Xiaer yanked and tightened his tie, and Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt like he was on the gallows.

"Brother, please be gentle, are you trying to strangle me?"

"Seriously, you will be on stage to accept the award later."

Charle put a thick layer of wax on his head, and combed his hair into a weird-looking big back, with a bald and shiny forehead.

He looked at the young boy's uncomfortable appearance, and said solemnly: "Wait for the principal to give you the award personally, don't be nervous, Ye Zi."

"Who do you think I was made such a ghost!"

Ye Qingxuan sighed, "Furthermore, the principal is nothing but I haven't seen it before."

Charl raised his brows, "My friend, you pretend to look like I was when I was young."

"Hehe, it's all brothers, you taught well."

"To each other."

The two **** brothers started to flatter and flatter them daily, without realizing that the people around them had quietly stretched their distances, pretending not to know them.

"Brother, have you found that people around you no longer want to talk to us?"

"Really?"

Charle looked around and laughed: "Maybe he is jealous of our beauty."

Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and didn't want to bother him at all.

Just when the two were talking nonsense, a call came from the direction of the front desk, and the students working in the backstage waved vigorously to remind him that it was time to play.

At the front desk, the principal could not wait.

"Where is our number one? Where is Chief Ye?"

He whistled happily and did not notice: "It is beyond my expectation that an international student from the East can win the first place in the Royal Conservatory of Music in Anglo on the Trial of the Anniversary Day. Everyone. Classmates have to work harder, don’t be thrown too far!"

"..."

There was a bleak silence in the audience, and it was obvious that self-esteem had been hit again. Behind the principal, the facial expressions of the coaches in several faculties have also become unsightly-but there is no way, it is true.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his scalp was a little numb, and he hadn't received the award yet, how could he feel this full resentment.

"Come on. Boy, stand beside me."

The principal took Ye Qingxuan over with a carefree look, and looked up and down, as if looking at some rare treasure. After a long time, he suddenly sighed with regret.

"Wearing a western-style dress? It's a pity, and the hair style is also terrible. Your barber is so fateful that he has not been beaten to death until now."

He shook his head and sighed. Ye Qingxuan was embarrassed and stared fiercely at Shire who was hiding behind the curtain in the backstage.

Maxwell patted the boy on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "To be honest, I am still looking forward to your oriental costume, with a wide robe and sleeves, a gentleman's style, and an exotic style that is fascinating! However, there is an Oriental The silkworm mother once gave me a black robe, would you like to try it?"

Speaking of which, he blinked his eyes. Looking at Ye Qingxuan expectantly, he wished he nodded immediately.

"Uh..." Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while: "Forget it, I came to Anglu when I was very young, I'm afraid it won't look good even if I put it on."

"Really? That's a shame." Maxwell shook his head regretfully, speaking earnestly: "The East is a good place, you should go there."

"Cough cough."

Behind, Sigma coughed in a low voice to signal the principal to stop procrastinating and finish the awards as soon as possible.

I don’t know if Sigma’s prayers worked, or if the principal finally had enough. After coughing twice, he finally stopped talking about moths, just clapped his hands, so. The solemn music played.

Just beside the podium, the two young girls in white dresses with silver plates in their hands walked up to the stage with a smile, and the silver plate was holding the youth's medal and there was proof.

I have to say that the principal, the old pervert, has a good vision. The two girls hired Tingting to come forward, their bodies looming under the white dress. Attracted the attention of most people.

After careful makeup, the upper cheeks have an exquisite beauty, like oriental porcelain, perfect, with red lips like fire, which is heart-pounding.

In Shire's words, I can't help but feel a little excited.

Amidst the sound of music, the principal smiled and took the lead to applaud, and soon there was applause from the audience.

Behind the principal, among the coaches who served as the background, Ludwig was nothing like anything, applauded cheerfully. Although Yegor was reluctant, he reluctantly patted his hands twice, which is regarded as affirmation of the first place.

Seeing everyone applaud, Sigma glanced at Ye Qingxuan and couldn't help but sneered, clapping his hands with a smile.

But at the moment when he was preparing to present awards to the teenagers, the principal's movements stopped for a while, as if thinking of something, he suddenly patted his forehead:

"Oh, look at my bad memory!

There is another very important happy event forgotten to say! "

The atmosphere stagnated for an instant, and the melody stopped. Everyone looked at the principal on the stage in astonishment.

The principal was blinking his eyes happily, as if he had picked up two green gold bars while walking on the road, happily following something.

Looking at how happy he is, suddenly everyone has a subtle hunch in their hearts: Will there be another monster moth?

God bless.

Although I don't know if God is blessing, this time, what he said finally didn't sound like bad news.

Instead, everyone was caught off guard by this surprise.

He said, "I just received the news this morning that an outstanding teacher in our school was inspired by years of hard teaching and solved a famous industry problem: the last volume of the Voynich Manuscript. !"

In the long silence, the whole audience was silent.

The students who didn't know the Voynich Manuscript, which had plagued all enlightening musicians around the world for decades, looked around in confusion, but the students who knew were shocked and speechless.

The content of the last volume of "Vonich Manuscript", cracked?

In the past hundred years, there has been no progress except for scattered fragments. Even Miss Laura Kraft, who is known as a new generation of masters, said that'if music theory has not improved in decades, I am afraid that it will be impossible to crack the last volume' , Has it been interpreted?

Once this news is announced, the enlightened musicians of the whole world will be ecstatic.

Not only is it because of the ancient history contained in the Voynich manuscript, but the method of deciphering it is enough to inspire the music theory theory of musicians to take a big step forward!

Undoubtedly, this will also produce a new storm in the academic world-they seem to have seen the arrival of a theoretical change!

In the long silence. Everyone stared at the principal nervously, confirming that he was not joking.

In the dark corner behind the principal, Sigma sank in his heart, feeling a daze: He didn't understand the news that he had just received before he even came here. The content that will be announced at the Holy City Conference two months later, why the guy Maxwell will know in advance!

He glanced at the crowd subconsciously, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief after discovering that the **** guy hadn't appeared.

"Please rest assured, this time I am not joking."

And it's in everyone's gaze. Maxwell took out a thin scroll of manuscripts from his arms and waved his hand.

"This achievement has been affirmed by the Holy City, and the scholars of the council called it: a bold innovation, a new way of interpretation, the rise of a shining morning star!

The last volume of "Vonich Scrolls" has been undoubtedly cracked!

Soon, the holy city will ring the bell of the sage and announce to the whole world another great breakthrough and progress in music theory!

Oh, he is so low-key. If I hadn't had many acquaintances and friends in the church, even I would not have known that he had achieved such great results in obscurity!

Let’s applaud and celebrate the great results this teacher has achieved! "

He paused. Suddenly pulled out the unprepared coach behind him:

"—Congratulations, Mr. Ingmar!"

For an instant, Ingmar was caught off guard and was dragged under the light, his face faintly pale,

In the silence, before he had time to say anything, he had only time to squeeze out a hasty smile, and there was a roar of applause from the audience, the sound was like a tsunami, and the applause and cheers almost overturned the entire auditorium.

More than ten times louder than just now?

In the warm applause. Sigma's mood gradually stabilized, calmed, smiled, and just waved his hand reservedly. nod.

It's just that he didn't see the silent white-haired boy behind him.

The young man was meditating, and his brows slowly frowned as he watched his trembling calf slightly.

Gradually, a haze appeared in his eyes.

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"Sorry."

The boy's lips closed and he muttered silently.

He lifted his toes slightly where no one was paying attention. Stepping on the skirt of the lady of manners beside her, she suddenly pulled back silently.

On the podium, the shoulders of the smiling girl with a reserved smile shook suddenly.

She staggered and took a step back involuntarily. Then, the high heels under her feet rubbed against the floor, losing her balance, and the silver plate in her hand came out and flew into the sky.

And she, has fallen backwards.

Under everyone's eyes, there was a burst of exclamation.

In a moment of weightlessness, when she found that she was falling, she couldn't help screaming and closed her eyes in fear. But at that moment, she felt someone step forward and reached out to support her waist.

Her fall came to an abrupt end.

The falling power turned into a whirlpool under the gentle push, like a dance movement. Her white long skirt was unfolded in the swaying, and the silver thread inlaid in the skirt reflected the light, reflecting the brilliance. Shining light.

Like a pure white peony.

She was stunned.

She felt the palm of her hand support herself, so that she did not fall to the ground area.

As if flying in the clouds, she felt her cheeks pressed against the dress, close to the strange chest, a steady heartbeat and heat from her chest made her no longer fear, and the screams were silenced.

In the awkward silence, she opened her eyes timidly and saw the white-haired boy in front of her. The young man supported her soft waist with one hand, and caught the silver plate and medal falling from the sky with the other.

And the young and stiff face looked down at her, her panic reflected in her dark eyes. The slightly hoarse voice is full of softness:

"Are you all right."

The girl's face was lightly pink, she shook her head slightly, supported him to stand up, and regained her dignified posture, but her eyes couldn't return to the indifferent and graceful expression no matter what.

In the middle of the round, Ingmar was squeezed and staggered. He turned his head and gave Ye Qingxuan a fierce look, annoyed that he interrupted his enjoyment of the students' applause.

If Ye Qingxuan didn't see this, he just lowered his head, picked up the manuscript that had just been ‘accidentally’ swept from the principal’s hand to the ground, and patted the dust on it:

"Ah, sorry, I even touched the manuscript."

Ingmar's expression stiffened, and he reached out to take the manuscript from the young man, but saw that Ye Qingxuan opened the manuscript unintentionally, and his eyes swept across the pages of the book.

He reached out and grabbed the thin scroll in the teenager, trying to pull it out, but found that it couldn't move, as if he was holding something embedded in a rock.

The boy's movements also stopped.

He looked at the manuscript in his hand, as if frozen, motionless.

As the thumb was released, the pages of the curved book bounced up quickly, and page after page flashed in front of him, leaving almost no afterimage of the fleeting handwriting.

Page after page, page after page, filled with deja vu, so familiar.

Until the end, the boy raised his head.

The look in his eyes changed.

In the dark pupils~IndoMTL.com~ there is only dark.

There is no reflection, nor any anger, as if everything was swallowed by something hidden in the dark. So in the end, only a piece of pure darkness remained.

Staring at those eyes, Ingmar was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help taking a step back. Soon, his eyes grew gloomy and calm.

"Hey, Ingmar."

The young man suddenly asked in a soft voice: "If you have done something bad, won't you be afraid to walk at night?"

"What do you mean?" Ingmar frowned.

"It means..."

Under the boy's gown, his fists clenched, and the veins collapsed. Under the cuffs, the muscles were tense, like a bowstring, so there was a lingering sound of fury.

Along with the fist, I smashed into that **** face:

"——You **** who has lost his dignity as a musician!" (To be continued.)