Silent Crown Chapter 201: Fair, just and open

At the same time, the door of the lounge was closed.

Several team leaders sat in chairs, looking at each other, their expressions gloomy and ugly.

"What on earth are you going to do now?" Glenn took the lead: "Students for so many years, everyone is familiar with each other, don't pretend to be garlic.

Our branch has already issued a death order, and we cannot let the music history department go to the next round. Don’t you have any pressure on your head? "

Without a word, everyone's expressions became helpless. You are under pressure, I have pressure, everyone is under pressure.

What else can I do? Just do it?

There is really no way, letting the Music History Department stay for now is already unexpected. Who would have thought that the recognized rookie team would be able to have two consecutive rounds of byes, and it has been left to the limit that the school committee can tolerate now.

It is impossible for the four major branches alone to endure a little-known department that has been abolishing the margins for so many years to keep pace with yourself, or even put it on your own neck.

Otherwise, going out and walking will be a laughingstock in the future: You see, he is the so-and-so, I heard that he was beaten by a team in his school's graduation trial...

Thinking of this scene, everyone in the room couldn't help but feel a little pain.

"No matter how determined, there is no way to defeat it." Someone sighed, "It's not that we didn't work hard, but the music history department is too cunning."

"At this point, the student union can't come up with a charter?"

Glen looked at Karen, who was attending in place of Banner. He is the confidant of the student council president Gavin. Although Gavin has basically resigned now, his influence on the student council is still strong.

What's more, the president of the next round has not been selected yet. Basically, everything in the student union is still based on Gavin's will.

From a certain point of view, the Student Union has been indispensable for keeping the Department of Music History until now. It's different from other school's unremarkable students. At the Royal Conservatory of Music, the student union is part of the school's management, and even some of its authority is larger than some teachers.

Including now. If the student association is willing, it can even directly affect the arrangement of the competition. Don't have too many ways. But from beginning to end, the student union has been silent, low-key, like a transparent person.

Even the undesirable guys in the school policy enforcement office have a stronger sense of existence than them. This makes the other chiefs suspicious: Gavin, what the **** is he thinking?

For this, Karen obviously knew it well, he was silent for a moment, and whispered:

"You don't have to be under pressure. Just let them go. Even if they mess around, they won't mess around for too long."

"Is this the original words of Gavin?"

"It's just my guess." Karen said, "The president has made arrangements for the Department of Music History."

Suddenly, Glenn's eyes suddenly changed, and when they exchanged their eyes, their expressions became a little complicated.

That guy, Gavin, made an effort to make arrangements to put the music history department into the hands of his younger brother?

It seems that he is determined to let Banner be his successor. Not only did he send his right hand to help Banner, but he also struggled to open the back door.

At that time, wait until Banner has enough qualifications. After becoming the chairman of the student union logically, his position is naturally as stable as Mount Tai.

"What a good brother."

The other bad-tempered leader snorted and left the lounge first. "The Royal Academy of Music is not the back garden of the two brothers!"

After everyone left, in the empty rest, the smile on Karen's face gradually disappeared, and her expression became dazed.

President, what do you mean?

Even he didn't want to understand it.

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"Is my brother planning to hand over the music history department to me?"

Besides the lottery, Banner looked at Karen, then looked at the guy who was snoring and sleeping from a distance, his expression changed. The disgust from the beginning gradually became cold.

That was the indifference that didn't take him to heart at all. It's just a simple bird's-eye view.

"Why didn't he come and tell me in person?"

Karen froze for a moment, and forced a smile: "Maybe you have more important expectations for you."

"Really?" Banner glanced at him. Say bluntly, "Alright, anyway, that group of waste can only be counted, and you can't have too much expectation. I will personally teach him what is good."

Beside, Karen couldn’t help sighing after seeing the gloom of Banner’s green eyes flashing away:

I'm a brother, but why isn't there anything similar?

"What are you looking at?"

Banna looked back as if sensing his gaze. Karen was taken aback, and shook his head vigorously: "Nothing."

"Let's go, now that it has been arranged, don't delay it too long."

Banna took the lead on the high platform, Karen followed behind him, but saw his fists clenched and white joints bulging under his cuffs.

Like an illusion, he heard Banner's soft sneer, and Banner's eyes were cold where he couldn't see it.

This time, he won't let the Eastern **** who usurped his reputation be arrogant for too long.

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"Are you all here?"

After being tossed for two days in a row, Sidney’s expression seemed to have become numb. He looked at everyone who did it again, and the tall, arrogant and itchy dog, waving feebly. Waved.

"Then draw lots."

This is the last round before entering the semifinals, I hope there won't be any more moths.

"Wait."

Some unhappy students looked at Lao Fei, "For several times in a row, the Music History Department sent a dog out to draw lots. Is there any dissatisfaction with the school arrangements? Or look down on other students?

I think the Music History Department should give us an explanation, otherwise I refuse to continue to be so insulted..."

"You can go if you are upset."

The dog suddenly made a lazy voice, and everyone was taken aback, looking at each other: What's the matter? Did the dog speak? Sounds like a little girl?

Soon, they discovered that it was the note on the dog collar, and Bai Xi shook the collar from the stand, his speech style was as sting as ever.

"What do you mean?"

The student's face changed color, "Want to provoke?"

"I just don't like that people don't put on hats." Bai Xi snorted. "The school approves, the principal approves it, don't you approve it? You are so good? Then why don't you kick us out?"

Old Fei is also very cooperative. Looking at him disdainfully, the effect of taunting was multiplied. The effect is simply outstanding!

Visible to the naked eye, the student's breathing became heavier and heavier, his eyes almost bursting out of fire.

"Enough!"

Sidney snorted coldly, patted the table hard, glanced gloomily at everyone present, and finally looked at Old Fei:

"This time the school committee will supervise the lottery process in a fair and just manner, and hope that you will no longer have the mentality of being fooled. Go all out to play the game."

He squeezed the words ‘go all out’ from between his teeth, and an individual could see how upset he was.

In the first two draws, a person put his hand directly into the box and touched a number. It's just that this time, the coaches of the three branches of Change, Summon, and Revelation gathered.

Three people, six eyes staring at each hand that reached into the box, Yegor's eyes even lit up with a dim light, he directly looked through the box through the changing formula, and watched the whole process.

Being watched by such a big battle, all the students who had drawn the lottery couldn't help being a little scared. This posture is that once caught, what's wrong. The rhythm of breaking his own body into pieces.

Would you like to be so exaggerated?

It's just playing football. It's not a state vote in the House of Commons. Six musicians must be present. Isolate all ether influences to show justice...

As everyone watched, all the team leaders stepped forward to draw lots one by one, and every time the draw was drawn, three coaches had to scan them all over, not even the fat on their stomachs.

Until the end, it was Old Fei's turn.

Under the three sharp eyes, Old Fei took it for granted and walked forward as if nothing. As if sensing their scrutiny, he spouted the word "chi" from his nostrils in disdain. He raised his hand and overturned the empty box, creating the last sign. Turned around and left.

I haven't even looked at the three of them.

Egor and Ingmar's expressions are hard to look at.

It can be seen that Ludwig, who is accustomed to animals, does not care about it, but follows behind. Xiao Xiao looked up Lao Fei with interest, underestimating some of the terms of the summoning faction, as if analyzing Lao Fei's animality and physique. The more I watched, the more I liked it, I couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

Old Fei glanced back at him, grinning wide, revealing two rows of small fangs, meaning: Do you give it a try?

Ludwig immediately retracted his palm and noticed the look in his colleague's eyes, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "I think this dog is very strange, so tempered."

"Cough cough."

Sidney coughed twice, signaled Ludwig to pay attention to his manners, and then made a face: "The draw is over. Please check it out according to the schedule. If you have any questions, please raise them now. I'll finish it. If you have any questions, you can't be entangled anymore."

He lowered his head and coughed twice, hiding the sneer from the corners of his mouth.

Question? Any more questions? Under the supervision of the three coaches, all processes are fair and open.

Even if he quietly mobilized the authority of his vice-principal, he directly affected the result of the lottery through the barrier of Requiem...

No matter what, the lucky myth of music history, which has been byes twice in the past few days, is coming to an end.

He prepared the best enemy for the Music History Department-the Royal School.

Soon, the team leaders put the signs in their hands on the tree diagram according to their numbers. In the chaos, some people were grateful, and some wailed.

"Are there any objections? Are there any objections?"

Sidney asked three times with a smile, but after no one responded, he slowly nodded, "Then the discussion is over, everyone puts the sign on the schedule and announces it."

In his expectant gaze, Banner raised his head coldly.

Soon, the crowd was silent for a moment and slowly separated.

In the silence, Banner Banna stepped forward and hung the sign representing the Royal School in his hand at the position of 001. Next to the sign, there was another place reserved for the enemy.

Yes, a place for the enemy.

He slowly turned his head, and looked at the last bad dog in the crowd with cold eyes.

The vicious dog noticed his gaze, raised his eyelid and glanced at him.

It was like feeling everyone's waiting, and those gloating eyes. Old Fei retracted his gaze disdainfully, set up the sign on the ground, and stepped forward.

It passed through the crowd and went straight over Banner. In front of the tree diagram, people stood up and stared at the empty space next to the Royal School. Then, according to the number on the sign, it was hung on the list... The outermost place.

For an instant, everyone was stunned.

"Wait!" Sidney's expression changed suddenly, and he called out Old Fei, who turned and left. "I said it a long time ago! Don't send a beast who doesn't even know the number. Even yourself. Don’t you understand where is the location?"

He turned around, suddenly took off the music history sign, and hung it next to the Royal School: "It's obviously...clearly...clearly..."

His movements stopped abruptly, and the voice in his mouth became out of tune. Just bowed his head in astonishment and looked at the sign in his hand.

What is it? Obviously it should be next to the Royal School.

But, why... **** bye? !

"Bye."

"Bye?"

"Bye..."

Everyone looked at each other~IndoMTL.com~ their expressions became weird and ugly, until finally, Sidney stopped stiffly and opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

What do you say? He dug a hole for himself and jumped down... the time for comments has long passed! He himself said that after the end, no matter who has opinions, he must not be entangled.

Do you want him to break his promise in front of all the students in the school?

He had a sullen face, and with difficulty he hung the sign back to the most side place, turned around, and announced hoarsely:

"The history of music is bye."

The fourth round, it’s another bye...

In the audience, there was an uproar in the audience.

In the stands, Charles cheered, Bai Xi screamed, and Brother Stool sat blankly.

Ye Qingxuan...still sleeping with his mouth open. (To be continued)