Silent Crown Chapter 190: I mind

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"If you think so, I have nothing to say. But if I want to harm you, why should I persuade you this morning?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. This was true, but he couldn't clear the suspicion.

Charle watched for a long time, leaned in and asked in a low voice:

"Is this reliable?"

Ye Qingxuan looked up at Brother Stool and shook his head: "To be honest, it's not very reliable."

"...Don't say this in front of me, okay?"

Brother Stool was full of embarrassment, but Ye Qingxuan's words changed, "But at least he is not bad at his mouth, he has a set of soul chicken soup!"

"Is this exaggerating?"

Brother Stool’s voice became more complicated, but Charles came forward and grabbed his hand enthusiastically:

"That's a fellow in the same way! Fortunately, fortunately! After so many years, I didn't know that there are still chicken soup lovers like me among the graduates. We must get close."

While speaking, Charles touched Brother Stool's hand, and his tone became **: "Oh, this hand is so soft..."

"What do you want to do?"

Stool brother was aroused by Shire's tone of goose bumps, wanted to pump his hand, but found that his hand was grasped tightly and couldn't pull it away.

"Don't be afraid, I just show you a palmistry."

Charle grabbed his wrist, slowly split his fingers, spread them one by one, his eyes were clear:

"No calluses, not like a commoner, but also not painted, not like a nobleman."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "There are no cuts on the fingers, the nails are fine, and the skin is well maintained. There should be no shortage of money at home."

The two finally stopped covering up and circled around. Looking at the restless brother Stool, his eyes were poisonous and harsh, and he wanted to dig deep into his soul's roots of such a bad motive.

You and I exchanged opinions with each other. He does not shy away from the fact that the person is in front of him.

"Clothes are neat and clean, and ironed completely. It seems to pay attention to appearance and has a sense of honor, but it is somewhat streamlined and superficial..."

Ye Qingxuan paused, and suddenly realized: "He wants to make people feel that he is a careful and serious person."

"The headgear lacks taste, but it looks square, accurate to within...one millimeter?

Brother, this is an obsessive-compulsive disorder! "

"Well, there is no shortage of money at home."

"Not a nobleman."

"I hope to leave a good impression on others."

"The obsessive-compulsive disorder of..."

The two looked at each other. Ye Qingxuan uttered a guess: "Son of a businessman?"

"Maybe the descendants of scholars."

"Where is the local lord?" Ye Qingxuan added, "It is also possible."

Charle nodded, "But there is no doubt that utilitarians, careerists, and ambitious...Neither one should have anything to do with the second generation ancestors."

The two nodded in satisfaction.

"The reasoning is over."

"The commentary is complete."

"Yeah~"

The two little **** happily high-five, making a v-shaped gesture in an unusually synchronized way. On the sofa, Stool Brother subconsciously wanted to take out the handkerchief from his arms and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Soon, he reacted. At this time, you can't take out a handkerchief or wipe the sweat from your head.

"Am I passing the inspection?"

He smiled bitterly, "So. Next, how many people are we looking for? I heard that the main team of Enlightenment Academy this year is composed of more than 20 people."

"Don't look for it, five are enough."

"Five?"

Brother Stool went back and forth with his fingers for a long time: "There are only four people in this total. Is anyone else joining in?"

"There are no people, but there is one for dogs."

Charle waved Old Fei’s paw and beckoned him, "How about? This is one of your teammates. Would you like to come over and say hello?"

"..."

In the eyes of Old Fei's contempt, Brother Stool was blinded, and he couldn't turn a bit.

"Since there are enough people, there is only one last question left." Charles patted his thigh. Look up and ask:

"Which of you have played football?"

"..."

There was a dead silence, and no one raised their hands.

Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice. "Brother, haven't you kicked it?"

"Of course I didn't. When I was little, I was so disgusting. Wouldn't everyone take me to play? It's so miserable. Ye Zi, don't tell me you haven't played before!"

"Uh..."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes drifted suddenly, "I used to have heavy learning tasks, where can I have time to play?"

Charle was taken aback and looked at Bai Xi.

"Why do you see me?"

Bai Xi snorted: "I'm good, why go to grab a ball with dozens of people, and the ball can't be eaten!"

Charles looked at Old Fei with the last glimmer of hope.

Old Fei gave him a vain look, despising his IQ: You actually think a dog can play football when he is idle?

Charle was completely desperate, and turned to Stool Brother:

"How about you?"

Brother Stool was a little embarrassed suddenly, "Ahem, my tutor was very strict when I was a kid. I thought you all kicked it."

"...In other words, no one among us has ever played a ball?"

No one responded.

So, Charles sighed: "It's not early tonight. Go and wash your necks and go to bed. You will be on the court tomorrow to lead you to death.

I hope it’s not too ugly..."

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The next day, it was sunny and windy.

In the enchantment of Requiem, there is a huge arena. There are no empty seats outside the field. As far as the eye can see, it is dark and full of voices.

Ye Qingxuan stepped on the field, feeling the emerald green lawn under his feet, the wind with the scent of vegetation, and the faint smell of mud, which was very nostalgic.

Even the sound of the sea tide lingering in my ears has gone away

He seemed to be back on the mainland, in a wide lawn, no longer in that remote and unfamiliar city.

"It feels good to be down to earth, Charles."

Suddenly, he said a little thoughtlessly, and Charles looked blank.

When the teenagers appeared on the field, the crowd in the audience suddenly stirred up a hustle and bustle.

A considerable number of people booed and booed, and a large number of people ignored the pressure of school. Painted on his face, waving a flag and shouting:

"Come on, Chief Ye! I support you!"

"Chief Ye will win! Show that group of guys a little bit of color!"

In the crowd, someone suddenly screamed: "Dongfang Ye, I want to have a baby with you!"

"...you don't have to have a baby, right?"

Ye Qingxuan's expression stagnated. Waved to the audience.

Soon, the referee appeared on the field.

This is the first game today. Captain Charles went to draw lots on behalf of the team.

In the beginning, Ye Qingxuan was strongly opposed to this. Why did Charles have such bad luck? But it seems that there is no luck in the whole team, so he has to be left.

As a result, of course...

"Really signed."

Ye Qingxuan looked at the returning Shire expressionlessly, Shire squeezed out an awkward smile: "Bitterness first, sweetness first, bitterness first and sweetness..."

"Bitterness first, sweetness later! The first game is the seed team of the Change Academy. There are three graduates among the twelve people! The others are all saboteurs..."

Ye Qingxuan wanted to die a little. "Don't talk about football, people put the football aside, everybody frosts rays, hands of flames, we die to the point where we don't know where we are!"

"Hey! Chief Ye, we are ready here. Can we start?"

On the other side of the field, a group of sharpening guys in the Change Academy looked expectant.

The current situation, everyone knows, the first round of the limelight is now the biggest soft persimmon.

If the first round is dominated by ordinary students, then the second round will be completely reversed, and it will become the home ground for graduates.

This group of guys who have been in school for so many years. I don’t know how much I have learned just by the movement. No matter how stupid people are in five or six years, they should be at the rhythm level. Excellent students should at least touch the edge of the sense of nature and humans, and become a full-fledged musician just around the corner. Not to mention that there are at least a dozen of them who have obtained the official qualifications of musicians. It is not too easy to play up the younger students.

Don't say anything else, the three melons and two dates of the Music History Department, placed in front of a dozen people, are simply not enough for others to watch.

If you don't seize this opportunity to squeeze out a little more credits, you will be ashamed of your conscience.

"Don't worry, we are still discussing strategies."

Ye Qingxuan forced a smile.

The referee looked down at his pocket watch: "Give you five minutes."

"It's okay, we are not in a hurry. Chief Ye, you can discuss it slowly. How about ten minutes? Is that enough?"

LeBron James, the leader of the Academy of Change, waved his hand unusually and glanced at his teammates. Suddenly burst into laughter.

"Twenty minutes is fine." Someone in the team whistled.

No matter how you look at this game, the ten fingers hold snails, which is too stable. Could it be that if Ye Qingxuan was given ten more minutes, they would be able to conjure dozens of people?

Therefore, the expressions of the people in Shire were hard to look at, and Bai Xi also gestured a little finger to the opposite side in a particularly provocative manner.

"What do I do now?"

Charle asked in a low voice.

"Cold salad, the other side is ready to abuse food, what else can we do?"

Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, "According to the discussion! I don't believe they can be more shameless than us..."

Soon, under the referee's arrangement, the two sides stood on the dividing line in the middle of the lawn. Before the game, shake hands with each other.

Looking at that team had more than doubled their number, and all the opponents who could not wait to sharpen their swords, the supporters in the audience could not help but feel sad.

It's just that soon, the other side is dumbfounded:

"Wait, who is this?"

The brother wearing a concrete cube stool looked at the sky nonchalantly, whistling, and looked innocent, as if he hadn't noticed how abrupt he was.

For an instant, everyone looked over, and he suddenly became stiff: "Uh..."

"This is a new member of our team. His nickname is Erzhuzi. Just call him Dunzi." Ye Qingxuan waved his hand calmly~IndoMTL.com~Dunzi, don't be dazed, just call everyone Hello. "

Brother Stool seemed to glared at Ye Qingxuan, but soon he sighed helplessly: "Hello everyone, I am the second pillar."

Er Zhuzi, you big-headed ghost.

James didn't believe in his practice, and frowned and stared at him, "You are from the music history department? Why haven't we met you?

It’s so strange to dress up, isn’t it a problem? "

"Because he is ugly, I am afraid to scare you."

Ye Qingxuan didn't want to tell lies, and looked at them squintly: "Besides, as long as it is from the college, right? Would you like to check the student ID?

The control is so wide, I don't know if you think you are the executive department. "

"You..." (to be continued)

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