Silent Crown Chapter 204: Life and death have fate and wealth in the sky

The next day, in the morning, the entrance to the stadium.

Standing in front of the entrance, Ye Qingxuan heard the noisy voices of the audience in the venue, the kind of sound that seemed to be condensed into substance.

Ye Qingxuan never thought that when so many people were sitting together, they would make such a loud noise.

The sound reverberated in all directions, unable to tell what it was, like a shout or a roar. Can't hear the expectation or maliciousness, just an announcement.

As the whole world is urging you to step on the battlefield.

He took a deep breath and looked behind him:

"Are you ready?"

"That's it!"

Charles looked serious, patted his chest frantically, and made a ‘Clang Clang’ sound. Ye Qingxuan suddenly had some drama:

"Brother, you...you are slightly prepared."

Behind him, Charles was draped in heavy rugby armor, which was padded with a bulge.

Wearing a cavalry helmet that I don’t know where I got from, and a face mask on my face, there are a lot of cheap mass-produced musical instruments stuffed in the back of the leather bag, which are sticking out of the backpack at random, it doesn’t look like It’s to play football, but it’s like going to the battlefield...

"With this body on your back, can you run?"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were suspicious.

Charle smiled secretly, "I made this set by myself. It's so light that I hate it. Besides...this one is also upgraded."

He opened the cuffs to show Ye Qingxuan the steel auxiliary skeleton hidden underneath. This is the'battle suit' he made overnight. Although it is not as good as the musician's attire, it is in his brain and strange skills. Under the transformation, it can also be called first-class and easy-to-use.

"How is it? How is it?"

Charle took various poses that looked very powerful. Once he moved, his parts clinked, like a peddler walking around and avoiding the city management...

"Brother, I can't help but want to beat you."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and looked back at his teammates around him. Found that only Brother Stool looked more reliable, and couldn't help the urge to cry.

If there is no stool brother, this round is really hopeless.

"Let's go."

Standing on such a group of teammates. Even if there were so many spectators shouting and roaring outside, the boy still couldn't help being a little weak.

This time. It's really "life and death, wealth and wealth in heaven"!

He gritted his teeth and walked out of the shadows into the bright light on the court.

"—Get up!"

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"The rules of this game adopt the international rules that have just been promulgated and revised three years ago. I hope that players from both sides will be prepared and not try to exploit loopholes in the rules.

Do you have any objections? "

The referee is holding a special football, standing on the midline of both sides, looking around the leaders of both sides, "If you have any objections. You can modify it now."

"It makes no sense."

Ye Qingxuan took the lead in responding. It seems that the school committee has blocked this loophole in advance in order to prevent it from using any strange tricks.

Fortunately, I didn't pin my hopes on this.

On the other side, Banner also nodded slightly, indicating that he had no opinion. But when the referee was about to announce the opening, he suddenly spoke, but his eyes looked provocatively at Ye Qingxuan:

"——Mr. Referee, we apply to change the competition system!"

"Huh?"

The referee was taken aback for a moment, "How do you want to replace it?"

"To be honest. Up to now, a thousand points in a game is no longer interesting."

Banner said flatly, "It's better to directly link the number of goals to the credits. A goal is one thousand points.

I'm willing to bet another half of the credits to bet on the outcome. I don't know what the music history department means? "

Outside the arena, in the stands, the sleepy headmaster opened his eyes, stood up, and smiled a little.

"It seems a bit interesting..."

In the faculty stand and the audience department, there was also a moment of silence. Everyone looked at each other and felt that they had misheard.

Ye Qingxuan frowned. He knew what Banner meant.

His style is a trick when students gamble privately.

Except for official ball games. The school also does not prohibit students from forming a team to play in private. But different from the conservative style of the school, students play more in private.

Whether it is a team advancing or playing in an official game, it will not refuse a private game. After all, at this time, no one lacks credits, so the bet is getting bigger and bigger.

Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat dried shrimps. The rankings are also changing. You chase me. Many teams have already lost all the credits and are forced out, but many teams have taken this opportunity to move forward a lot with their vision and skills.

In contrast, the Music History Department is like sailing against the current, being overtaken one after another, and now it has fallen to sixth place in the rankings.

14,000 credits.

But Banner is different. As the academy's leading team, he has climbed back to the first place in the crazy matchup of these two days.

Credits, 26,000.

He took out half of the bet, which is almost exactly all the current credits in the music history department. For Ye Qingxuan, this was a difficult choice.

Once I win, 14 thousand plus 13 thousand points, 27,000 points, the position of the music history department will suddenly rush from sixth to first.

But if you lose, all your credits will be lost.

The winner wins, and the loser is out.

This is a difficult decision.

"Classmate Banner, if you have this idea, you can make an agreement privately. But this kind of betting will not be recognized by the school."

The referee made a sound.

In the two days of the game, the referee has been used to this kind of proposal. However, the school’s consistent attitude is to neither agree nor deny, neither support nor prohibit.

Just let the students do it themselves.

Actually, there is no guarantee from the school, even if you lose, you can go back to your account. But if you renege on this kind of occasion, don't think about raising your head for the rest of your life.

When I heard the referee's words, a smile suddenly appeared on Banner's pale face, and the look in Ye Qingxuan's eyes showed a hint of playfulness:

"Don't worry, Mr. Referee, he will agree."

As everyone watched, Ye Qingxuan was silent. Thinking dreamily, as if deciding something.

Actually, in the eyes of others. This kind of thing doesn't need to think about it at all. Why should I gamble on a lost game?

The rookie team of the Music History Department. Go to fight the elite soldiers of the Student Union...Don't be kidding. If you face a confrontation, you won’t be able to hold it for three minutes, right?

Among the nine people, two of the four graduates have two musician levels, plus Banner himself, a talented musician who has recently gained fame, for a total of three musicians.

There are also six elites carefully selected from various colleges by the student council, and many of them are elites from the Royal School.

Is this still fighting? Mao didn't have to fight!

It's a miracle that it can last until now. If you admit defeat and quit the game here. The remaining credits should be enough for the music history department to squeeze into the top ten.

This is Ye Qingxuan's goal all the time-to preserve capital. In this round of competition that is absolutely unfavorable to oneself, hold onto the current points without losing heavy losses.

In terms of intent, he has succeeded and there is no need to take any risks.

But if this is the case, it is equivalent to putting the pressure on the third round of ‘graduation works display’ and falling into extreme passivity.

On the one hand, it is to protect capital, on the other hand, it is to get rich.

Which side to choose?

"Got a bet."

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan suddenly raised his hair and made a sound, ushering in an uproar in the audience.

Yeah, why not bet?

Bare feet are not afraid to wear shoes. Is not it?

He smiled at Banner, and Banner sneered in return, looking happy.

The referee looked at Ye Qingxuan's eyes like a madman. Show a hint of pity. The teammates who should have been tough against are still calm.

As a foreign aid, Stool has no opinion on this. Bai Xi didn't care at all. As for Charles... he had no intention of graduating. It's here to play anyway, it's better to play a big one.

The remaining dog... The dog doesn't care what you stupid humans intend to do. He is only responsible for escorting Brother One, Brother Two, and Brother Three.

"I hope you won't regret it."

The referee murmured, then raised his voice: "The two sides shake hands, the game counts down for one minute!"

He put down the ball and quit the field.

Under everyone's eyes, the leaders of both sides walked forward with a smile.

Across the center line of the field. They looked at each other.

Looks equally confident and well-dressed. But no one knew what thoughts were in his stomach.

This is the first time the two are so close.

Until now. Ye Qingxuan realized that he had never spoken to this guy who had been stumbling him all the time.

Become an enemy without even saying anything.

This world is so funny.

"I heard--"

Ye Qingxuan interrupted the silence and smiled and asked: "You keep looking at me unpleasant? Isn't it jealous of me?"

Banna couldn't help laughing. This joke is so nice.

He shook his head slightly, "You are better than I thought, but in terms of ‘luck.’ It’s best not to bloat yourself."

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, "But it is still me who is the chief student."

"Did it make you hallucinate more than me?"

Banna sneered, "That was my thing, you are just the usurper who stole it while I was looking for the sense of heaven and human.

Now, it's time to end this farce. "

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered, "It's rare for you to have such a strong self-confidence. After all, you have never beaten me."

"..."

Banna was silent, his pale face turned whiter, and his whiteness seemed to reveal a trace of cold blood.

It was like being stung by this sentence, the green eyes were full of gloom, and even the voice became hoarse:

"It will be there today, I promise. There will be in the future. One day, you will get used to the feeling of failure."

"To be honest, I'm used to the feeling of failure a long time ago"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand~IndoMTL.com~ squeezed his palm, smiled enthusiastically, "Do you know? From the first day I returned to Avalon, I was ready, one day It will be lost in someone’s hands and it will be a complete failure.

But unfortunately, that day was not now, that person, and neither was you. "

Banna's complexion changed, because Ye Qingxuan's palm tightened, like iron tongs, which caused pain.

He didn't even have time to be angry, so he was dominated by astonishment.

The thin boy approached, but suddenly changed. Even if he smiled so enthusiastically, there was a burning mine hidden in his eyes, with the tyrannical light of earth fire.

"Now, stop talking nonsense."

He whispered in Banner's ear, "Let’s start the game, I can’t wait."

In the shadow of the teenager, Banner gritted his teeth, his pupils tightened, turning into a small black dot, exuding a shocking chill.

Then, as you wish! (To be continued)