Silent Crown Chapter 116: Are you here too?

Half an hour ago, the classroom was overcrowded. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)

In the last row, Ye Qingxuan sat in the middle of the palace, and there was only Bai Xi, who was dozing off next to him, in the entire row of vacant seats.

For some reason, although the classroom was overcrowded, no one around Ye Qingxuan wanted to sit over. Those students from aristocratic background can understand that most of them have servants to occupy their positions, and they simply disdain to come over to grab seats in advance. Most of the civilian students stood around and listened quietly.

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan was immersed in writing, he didn't come over to bother him. He just nodded and said hello when he passed by, but he seemed to be cautious about something and did not dare to get too close.

"Is it their teacher? Hey."

Bai Xi sneered lying on the table: "Now that the principal is not there, all the teachers in the branch and major departments have been taken over by the school committee. Now the school committee and the group of teachers regard our music history department as a thorn in the eye, and can’t wait Fire us out... They dare not get in, if they are regarded as accomplices, they can drink a pot.

Obviously it's winter for warming up, but I would rather stand in cold eyes than take a little risk to support those who speak for them.

Such people deserve to be regarded as untouchables..."

"Bai Xi."

Ye Qingxuan raised his finger and knocked on her forehead: "Don't speak so mean."

"It was originally! Did you know that there was a civilian genius in the academy a few years ago? He is a truly good person. I don't know how many things have been done for the bullied classmates in the academy.

As a result, he was squeezed out and driven away. Those who had been helped by him watched him kneeling in front of the school gate and weeping...

Fortunately, cousin, you are not stupid enough to fight for them, otherwise you must be pitted into the trench by these pig teammates. "

"Don't make generalizations. At that time, many people protested and dropped out of school with him."

"Huh. There are only a few."

Bai Xi snorted coldly, retracted his gaze and went to sleep. She was almost exhausted, after staying up late last night. Today, I followed Ye Qingxuan to the public class again, and I was too sleepy.

In contrast, Ye Qingxuan's **. Up to now, he has been full of energy, still holding the small leather notebook that Bai Xi has brought in in his hand, carefully examining something.

After reading the two pages, I immersed myself in writing on the letterhead in front of me.

Letterhead is a good letter paper, and a knife costs more than ten pounds of luxury. I just bought it this morning, and it is now covered with thick stacks, and it is placed on Ye Qingxuan's right hand, pressed by the ink bottle.

The font of the letter is the most popular font among the nobles. This font originated from the Holy City. The priests who had become accustomed to the sect language family also retained some of their original writing habits when writing lingua franca. This writing habit was later carried forward and became a special typeface, which looked exquisite and simple, with no lack of dignity, so it was welcomed among the nobles.

When Ye Qingxuan worked as a scribe, he devoted a few months to practicing this font, and he even won praise from the priest. Now he is naturally at ease in writing. The priest prepared to train him to become a priest also from that time.

It's just that for some reason, Ye Qingxuan wore a thin layer of gloves on both hands when he was writing. Even the wrists and forearms are included. Ever since I bought the letter paper and when I finished writing, no inch of my skin has touched the letter paper.

Bai Xi is curious. I leaned over and took a look, and I felt dizzy after reading two lines. The whole text is gorgeously worded and it seems to be written empty and boring in accordance with a certain poetic rhythm.

Looking elegant and considerate, implicitly and caringly asked about the physical condition of an elder. And humble and not flattering expressed the other party's care for him, I was deeply moved, and finally mentioned the situation of the other party and myself at the dinner party last month, and finally reluctantly said goodbye.

In Bai Xi's opinion, it is a bitch. If someone writes to himself like this, he must find the guy who is tired of himself and bitterly.

At the end of the letter, Ye Qingxuan left the name he had just taken last night: Your faithful friend-Sherlock Holmes.

"What is this?"

Bai Xi curiously stretched out his hand to pick up the letterhead, but Ye Qingxuan picked up his finger and bounced it away. "Don't touch it."

Bai Xi was taken aback for a moment, and then withdrew his hand somewhat aggrievedly.

Ye Qingxuan explained: "Fingerprints and other clues will be left. So it is best not to touch these things without wearing gloves."

"What are you doing?" She couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"Write a letter."

Ye Qingxuan picked up the small notebook and shook it, "——Write to those who need help."

Bai Xi went to read the contents of the book. But I was confused. The entire text written in the book is full of strange characters and numbers, which is completely nonsense.

"What the **** is this again?"

"Password."

Ye Qingxuan said, "To be precise, there are three kinds."

"One part is a replacement password. The alphabet and word list are transformed in a certain way, and the order is shuffled and rearranged. One part is a mapping game, and the last part is a code word... It's fun to interpret, but It’s not that difficult."

After he finished speaking, he shrugged: "Compared with the interpretation of ancient classics and the analysis of musical notes, it's not worth mentioning."

"What's in it?"

"The mouse will keep a record of working for others for so many years."

Ye Qingxuan said indifferently: "Sam is a scheming person, afraid that he knows too much and will be killed by those people. So always save something to save his life."

"Afraid of being killed, don't do it before you can't stop it?"

"If everything can be thought of at the beginning, this world would not be so cruel." Ye Qingxuan shrugged lightly, folded the letter he had just written, and carefully held it with tweezers. Put it into the envelope, apply glue to seal it, and finally put it and the thick letterhead under the ink bottles into a small box and stuff it into the backpack.

Finally got it done.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair, making him sleepy. From yesterday to now, he hasn't slept at all. After relaxing now, the whole person feels sleepy and dying.

But I just can't sleep.

Hungry.

Bai Xi was dozing off, and suddenly heard a faint thunder from beside him. He raised his head blankly and saw Ye Qingxuan lying on the table. A look of lovelessness.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry." Ye Qingxuan whispered **.

Bai Xi looked at him helplessly for a long time, shaking his head and sighing: "Idiot."

Although she said that, she still put the one she bought for breakfast on the table and pushed it over. Ye Qingxuan picked up the paper bag like an amnesty, unfolded it, and immediately looked a little bitter: "Cousin, you Breakfast is a little greasy."

"I love to eat, don't eat it!"

"I eat, I eat..."

Ye Qingxuan nodded in a panic. He bowed his head and began to gobble up.

Just eating and eating, I feel that the atmosphere is gradually getting wrong. As if the whole world was silent, he raised his head and saw that everyone looked at him with complicated faces, as if he had done something intolerable.

On the podium, I don't know when, the teacher who focused on the course has already locked his eyes on him.

"That classmate, that classmate who eats, yes, it's you..."

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. Feeling to suffer.

At this moment, many figures flashed through his mind, but for some reason, they were fixed on the body of the **** brother.

So. In full view, he put down the breakfast in his hands with some embarrassment, pulled a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, and after coughing twice, he hung up a humble and enthusiastic smile and took out a chicken leg from the paper bag. Pass it forward.

Why do you come here when you are old?

"..."

In the dead silence, Laura's expression twitched. Slowly shook his head.

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback: It's over, this trick won't work! Does this trick also depend on who makes it?

After the crowd was unspeakably embarrassed. Some people couldn't help laughing. Lola looked at him blankly, frowning slowly: "This classmate. Are you really attending class?"

"Sorry, I didn't eat yesterday and I was a little too hungry. I'm really sorry." Ye Qingxuan smiled awkwardly, and quickly put away his breakfast:

"I'm actually listening to the class seriously."

"Really?" Laura just said, "I just mentioned the introduction of the illusion school and the mentality school, why don't you introduce it to everyone?"

"Me?" Ye Qingxuan pointed at himself, and shook his head embarrassedly: "Isn't it appropriate?"

"If you can't tell, credits will be deducted." Laura said flatly, "If you can answer, I will consider you passed this public class, not your violation of discipline."

"The relationship is good, I think about it..."

Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and after pretending to recall a bit, he replied:

"The study of the illusion school explores the difference between truth and falsity, and puts forward the hypothesis of the'brain in the tank' and the'the ship of Theseus'.

They advocate exploring the mutual influence between the world and human beings. In the East, this theory is also called ‘interaction between heaven and man’s.’

The mental image school explores the source of human souls. They are good at controlling human consciousness and feelings, advocating self-cultivation and spiritual training. Therefore, it and the Enlightenment School are also the cradles of many philosophers..."

Hearing Ye Qingxuan's answer so skillfully, Lola's expression softened slightly, and she continued to ask: "So what about the external performance of the musicians of the seven factions? Try to give some examples."

"The most obvious thing is the change in personality, which is also one of the characteristics between people and factions."

Ye Qingxuan remembered what Shire had explained to him.

In fact, factions and musicians also choose each other, and there is no unilateral selection of factions by musicians. The seven factions actually have various hidden requirements for musicians.

If it is only one-sided, in terms of the performance of musicians, most musicians will act in line with the style of the school itself.

In the words of Charles, most musicians of the changing faction are irritable, and the musicians of the chanting department are generally polarized, either very cheerful or gloomy.

The people of the summoning faction look like beasts, and the musicians of the apocalypse department are all fatalistic believers. Musicians of the heart-like line tend to be likable, the illusion school is moody, and the forbidden faction is all facial muscle palsy ~ IndoMTL.com~ looks like a machine, without emotion.

Of course, you can’t say that directly, you should always use a gentler wording.

After hearing Ye Qingxuan's answer, the displeasure in Laura's eyes finally disappeared, and she nodded slowly: "It seems that you have a good foundation in this area.

Now that you understand this, then you must have some ideas about the choice of factions next? "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and his expression gradually became embarrassed:

"To be honest, there are more... busy things. I haven't considered it yet..."

Lola frowned: "Is there anything more important than her own future?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, but did not speak.

——It’s more important than your own future, maybe only your own past? (To be continued)

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