Silent Crown Chapter 189: Do you mind if I play football?

Late night, music history department, living room. (Baidu search network update is the fastest and most stable)

Ye Qingxuan, Shire, Bai Xi, several of them looked at each other and were silent in embarrassment.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan took the lead to ask, with a grim expression:

"So, what do you do now?"

"No way."

Charle scratched his head: "The **** of your grade is right. We may be really dead this time."

"One thousand points for a win, five hundred for each draw, five hundred for a loss... If we can't find a solution, we must die miserably this time. I'm fine, brother, you sure Can't graduate!"

"...Well, it doesn't matter if you can't graduate."

Charles hesitated and asked: "Actually, I'm used to it a long time ago. Or, I'll spend another two years and wait for next year?"

"Leave aside the question of graduation. The cave of sleep, the sublimation ceremony, and the heart seal of the movement... After a village, there will be no such shop."

Ye Qingxuan is anxious: "Brother, you should do your best too, you think Bai Xi still came back a few hundred points today! You have passed the first round of trials, don't you work hard?"

"This kind of thing, hard work is useless, right?"

Charle spread his hands, "If you work hard to solve all the problems, why don't you all work hard?"

"...Then we will be dead this time."

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, "Speaking of graduation, my points here are not enough to deduct. The school committee will properly force us to beg for food next year."

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with begging."

Charle scratched his head: "To be honest, I was very bad for a while. The teacher was also worried, worried that I will have no food in the future. What if I go to beg for food?

Then I suddenly got the hang of it! "

"...to open up?"

"That's right."

Charles became elated: "I spent a few months observing Avalon's beggars and trying hard to learn beggar skills.

Don't tell me, Avalon's welfare is pretty good. The beggar lives without worry.

Let me tell you, I looked a few more points and went there to beg for food. Can't keep hungry! So don't be afraid, Junior Brother, even if you go to beg for food. Brother can also pretend to take you to fly! "

"Brother, your pursuit!"

Ye Qingxuan pinched his fist and wanted to hit him.

"I even remember the golden area of ​​Avalon's most valuable beggar in my heart. If you don't want food, you will be the king of beggars of the year! Isn't it pursued yet?"

"Does pursuit make you beg for food!"

Bai Xi next to him can't stand it anymore, and interrupts them: "Hey, you are off topic!"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan returned to the sofa, wrapped his arms around, and said in a solemn voice: "The top priority is to solve the manpower problem first!

If the manpower problem is not resolved, we are dead! "

Charle and Bai Xi looked at each other and sighed abnormally in sync.

There is really no way to solve this problem.

Yes, this is the most terrible problem in the history of music at the moment-manpower! They don’t have enough manpower!

The other faculties don’t talk about changes, summons, and enlightenment. They are the music theory research department, the classical department, and the other departments have a lot of staff! As for the three major divisions, let alone forming a football team, even forming a league is okay!

Partially the music history department does not depend on either side. For so many years, my grandma has not loved my uncle, and my budget has not been as large as other canteens each year.

No wonder Bart said that Ye Qingxuan and the others are dead.

Because they can't even make up the most basic lineup!

The whole department now has two or three big cats and kittens. If there were no Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi this year, it would be even more miserable, Shire, the commander of the entire polished rod.

Don't talk about playing football, after playing, everyone can't catch up with one kick!

"Actually, I think three people will do."

Charle coughed twice: "The three of us team up, and at least cooperate with each other tacitly.

Don’t you like to write legendary novels like this now? Three people form a small team, advance and retreat together, you are the three of us, and you are a hundred. It's still the three of us......"

"Generally speaking, the guys who advance and retreat are all villains, okay? In the end, even if three people go together, they will be beaten by the protagonist... and they don’t come alone.

People can gather more than 20 people casually, and they also bring substitutes, coaches and cheerleaders! How do the three of us fight? "

"Cough cough. Brother, don't be so pessimistic. There is a proverb in the East that says: "Mountains and rivers return to Huangquan Road. Willows and flowers are all sacred villages". There is always hope."

"Brother, what the **** do you mean by that, I always feel that I must die and cannot die anymore."

Ye Qingxuan was weak, and some wanted to go crazy: "Moreover, even three people are not enough!

Even if one person plays forward, one midfielder, one defender, there is still a goalkeeper!

Where shall we steal another goalkeeper? "

"Um... the goalkeeper is here!"

Charle picked up the dozing golden retriever dog on the ground, held it in front of Ye Qingxuan, and shook it:

"Look, what a great goalkeeper! Powerful! Domineering! Cruel! Ruthless! It's an academy nightmare, a dark legend!"

Old Fei, who was sleeping in a daze, raised his eyes and looked around blankly, not understanding what was going on.

Ye Qingxuan was also stunned:

"Is this all right?"

"I think it can!"

Bai Xi raised his hand in agreement: "Old Fei is much better than others!"

"That's right!" Charles nodded, "and he didn't say not to let the dog play, besides, Lao Fei is not an ordinary dog. Right, Lao Fei?"

"Wow!"

Old Fei turned his head angrily and bit on his hand, and Charles screamed in pain and rolled all over the floor.

Seeing that he was beaten by Lao Fei, Ye Qingxuan had no intention of saving his life in the past, but thought about it carefully.

What Charles said is not unreasonable. If the Eudemons of the Summoning System can play without reason, Old Fei can't do it!

In the classification of musicians, there is an advanced class called Jungle Walker.

That group of guys mixes in the dense forest every day. The biggest feature is that they are good at dealing with animals, and they often bring an animal companion.

They are part of the strength of the Jungle Walker, and even the Holy City has recognized it.

In this case, Lao Fei may or may not.

Ye Qingxuan bit his nails and began to think about the loopholes in the school rules and the rules on the court.

If there is really no way. Then I can only play with Old Fei...

As I was thinking, suddenly there was a knock on the door of the living room.

For an instant, everyone raised their heads. Looking back.

Who else will be here in the middle of the night?

Outside the door. In the dim light, there was a vaguely student in the school uniform of Enlightenment Academy, who looked like a graduate of this year.

Arriving late at night, he knocked on the door politely, and then waited quietly, without irritation.

"Who?"

"It's me, that hapless ghost during the day. Chief Ye, have you forgotten it?"

The voice seems to have been heard, and it sounds like an acquaintance. Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, and suddenly realized:

"You are the'stool brother' during the day?!"

"...what is the stool brother?"

The man was taken aback, and then he was a little helpless: "Forget it, just call me Brother Stool."

No wonder Ye Qingxuan called him Brother Stool. Brother Stool is now standing outside the door, wearing a school uniform. His standing, dressing and greetings are all in compliance with school regulations. He looks polite and kind.

It’s just that, for some reason, his head is covered with a layer of...stones in all directions.

Yes. stone.

Ye Qingxuan raised his finger and tapped it, and the echo was clear: That's right, this thing is a serious concrete block.

Brother Stool's "Mimicry" is quite good. Even the material and hardness are perfectly simulated!

It's just that, in the middle of the night, I came to visit, wearing this kind of mask-like headgear, and didn't want to reveal his identity. How suspicious it looks!

"Ahem, don't you ask me to go in and sit down?"

Brother Stool tilted his head and ‘looked’ towards Ye Qingxuan, who pretended that he was now showing a smile.

He curled his lips and let the door open: "Please come in. It is not the reason for the music history department to have guests standing outside the door."

Soon. Brother Stool sat on the sofa and looked around. As if he could see the surrounding furnishings, he finally nodded. The voice is full of admiration:

"Small and proper, it's great. I didn't expect the atmosphere of the music history department to be so relaxed and soft, much better than the cold feeling in most colleges."

"Please use."

Bai Xi brought up a cup of tea maliciously, and then looked at his concrete headgear seriously: She depends on how this product is drunk...

"...thank you."

Brother Stool picked up the tea cup and put it down after hesitating, which made Bai Xi disappointed.

"Tonight, the door is actually not for tea. I think Chief Ye should have guessed one or two of my intentions, so I will go straight ahead."

"Please."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, showing a respectful way of listening.

"The second round of trials tomorrow will be a football match. However, as far as I know, there are only three students in the music history department.

If I didn't guess wrong, you should be worried about the manpower issue now. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Yes."

"So, do you want me to help?"

Brother Stool suddenly said, "To be honest, I haven't found my own team until now. If the Music History Department is willing, I can join the Music History Department. If you agree, I can call more. Come personally.

You are short of manpower and I am short of credits. How about getting together will benefit both? If I win, everyone will share the credits equally. If I lose, I will lose the investment.

This proposal should not cause any loss to the Music History Department. "

Indeed, according to Brother Stool, not only is there no loss, but it is a business that makes a profit without losing money

Brother Stool came to the door this time, and it was like giving charcoal in the snow, but the charcoal was so beautiful that it inevitably made people suspicious.

"I already know your intentions, thank you for your help. But some questions must be asked clearly first."

Ye Qingxuan and the others looked at each other, and after a moment of contemplation, they asked straightforwardly:

"——Since you are here to help, why do you hide your head and show your tail and wear a hood?"

Stool brother smiled bitterly and touched his concrete headgear:

"Chief Ye, don't you know that you are now a target of public criticism? Someone has already said who would dare to help you, so he was admitted to the Whitechapel Hospital.

Although I am about to graduate, I am not afraid of their threats, but you always want me to think about my life safety, right? "

"Since you are considering your own safety~IndoMTL.com~, why should you come to us?"

"Joining forces with strong people is better than finding a group of pig teammates to hold back."

Brother Stool's voice has a natural tone, his answer is open and natural, without thinking, and involuntarily convincing.

But Ye Qingxuan was unmoved.

"Actually, I have an assumption here that can explain all this."

He looked at Brother Stool’s square head, his eyes suddenly sharpened:

"Suppose someone, such as Bart, such as Banner, or someone who looks unpleasant to me.

In order for me to be eliminated in the second round, they let you join our team with someone, and hold back at critical times... Is this hypothesis normal? "(To be continued)

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