Silent Crown Chapter 212: For what?

Outside the venue, in the corner of the college, in a quiet courtyard. ↗,

The bored teenager sat on the bench where the two met for the first time, lazily basking in the sun, humming softly, and waiting quietly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the distance, he raised his head and smiled.

"Xiong Haier finished playing?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the visitor with sympathy in his eyes, "It's really hard work."

Gavin sat next to him, sighing tiredly, as if tired.

After a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Did you guess it?"

The young man nodded, raised his finger, and gestured a handful of sizes: "It's just a little bit vaguely, just like the bench you pretended to be."

"Am I... where is the flaw exposed? I have obviously paid attention to it."

"No, your disguise is perfect from beginning to end. Until you uncover your hood, I have no way to determine your true identity. Unfortunately, you are too strong, so strong that sometimes I don’t think I can’t Wear you.

In this school, not many people give me this feeling. "

"Because of this?"

"Moreover, I can see that your knowledge of the Change faction is not low, but there is no such person in the Change Academy. Then I think: you may just be a minor.

The majority of those who minor in the changing faction are from the royal school. Only they will practice the two factions at the same time before becoming musicians..."

When Gavin heard this, his expression became more bitter:

"And I, is the most famous of them."

"Yes, you never showed up from start to finish, did you? Others say you are proud enough to not fight with other classmates, but I think...maybe for another reason.

Gavin sighed.

The two are speechless to each other, basking in the sun, and in the long silence, they are so silently in such a tacit understanding-

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan had enough sun and asked:

"You were the one who arranged our bye the next day, right? The students have this authority. But. Logically speaking, shouldn't the student council president be the running dog of the school committee?"

"Being a person, always have a long-term perspective. Sometimes if you look far, you will feel that the school committee will focus on a school. It's stupid."

Ye Qingxuan was amused, "Aren't you afraid that they will wear shoes for you?"

Gavin stood up, "I have graduated, how can the school committee take me?"

"Then you sneaked into the Music History Department under your pretence, just to slap your brother in the face?"

"I just want to see you clearly."

"...Me?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. "I deserve the president of the student union to find out?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, it's only three or four months after school, isn't it?

You are already a nightmare for everyone, the Eastern Devil, the shame of the academy... When my brother is going to enter this school after I leave, as a good brother, I must at least prepare for him. "

"You came to me just to be a good brother?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head and didn't believe it at all, "Is there any other reason? Is it necessary for you to lie in front of the shame of such an academy like me?

In other words, you did so much, really for your brother? "

Gavin was silent. The iron-grey eyes were full of complexity and self-deprecating.

"If there are any other reasons, it's probably because...you live freely, right?"

Gavin looked up at him, "To be honest, when I first saw you from the podium, I felt envious...because sometimes I really want to live a life like you."

"What's so good about this kind of life?"

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes, "You have said that you have to be regarded as the shame of the academy, the Eastern Devil, you have to be challenged wherever you go. Moreover, you have to be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the school committee... Would you like to do it?"

"Then let's change the two?"

"No change."

Ye Qingxuan didn't even think about it, but shook his head decisively.

"Sure enough."

Gavin raised his brows and chuckled softly: "It's nothing good to be the president of the student council, right?"

"No, no, no. The president of the student council, you did it very successfully. This is what everyone sees. It's a pity that you won't be able to do a ‘good brother’."

Hearing him say this, Gavin's expression suddenly became melancholy.

"Actually, if you could. You and Banner could have become friends. I have arranged so many opportunities... as long as his attitude is more friendly..."

"To be honest, you think too much."

"Perhaps."

He smiled bitterly, "At least, don't hate him, Banner is actually not bad...he is just stupid."

"I know."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "A priest once told me that he wanted to be a bad person without being born. This makes a lot of sense, isn't it?"

Gavin nodded.

"But if everyone in this world wants to be a good person, where does so much suffering come from?"

Ye Qingxuan saw through his thoughts: he asked bluntly: "The promise you want from me is to hope that I will not target your brother?"

Gavin nodded, and immediately became helpless again: "Now that I don’t have the face to say that."

"Don't worry, I promised you."

Ye Qingxuan said lightly, "His IQ is so low, he won't make me feel threatened."

"...thank you"

Although he is in a complicated mood, Gavin still thanked him politely.

"You are welcome. Do you know? Your brother sometimes reminds me of a friend."

"Friends?"

"Yes, friend."

Ye Qingxuan recalled the shadow of the young man in his heart, and smiled: "He is also the kind of person who shouts,'I am coming, everyone dare not look down on me!', but in fact, he is completely different from Banner.

Because he knows why he is looked down upon, although what he thinks is not necessarily right. To be honest, that guy has many flaws, and there are many things I...cannot accept, but I am afraid he sees me the same. "

Gavin mused: "In this case, there will be a lot of contradictions, right?"

"Yes, but the so-called friend, isn't that the way it is?

Tolerate each other a little bit, and then tolerate a little bit more, until the end of tolerance, there is no bottom line at all... Fortunately, he never let me give up my bottom line.

I think this is probably a good friend, right? "

"Yes." Gavin was surprised. "I am a very good friend."

Ye Qingxuan smiled thiefly, "Envy you?"

Don't know why, Gavin is a little bit trying to beat him.

"It's getting late, I'll leave first."

He shook his head. He got up to leave, "The school committee still wants me to go to a meeting to deal with the mess you left behind. The meeting is really troublesome."

Ye Qingxuan lazily waved goodbye, "Remember to say a few words for me in front of those respected old people. I will grow up."

Gavin looked back at him without saying a word.

Ye Qingxuan shrugged helplessly: "Well, please, brother stool."

"This time it sounds better than the president."

Gavin laughed, turned and left, disappearing into the afternoon sun.

In the warm sunlight, Ye Qingxuan leaned on the bench, yawned sleepily, lethargic. Just in the half-dream and half-awake, but can't help but think of the shadow of a certain teenager in the memory.

I don't know how that fellow Vito is doing now?

Is there any fate?

Is he okay?

Ye Qingxuan sighed. I miss him a little--

The same afternoon, under the same sunshine.

Burgundy, the first national university, is the gathering place of elites known as the cradle of future politicians.

In the auditorium, there was a torrent of people. Those fanatical eyes looked at the podium, followed by the young man's speech, and shouted in response.

The speech is almost over.

"My friends! Don't you understand? Our motherland is at stake!"

The young man clenched his fists, and his voice was impassioned and passionate. Full of anger and pain:

"The bloated administrative system, the inaction of the ruling party, will only continue to demand from the people the mediocre royal family, and the group of socialists who occupy the House. They will only talk about them!

Spurn the fat bureaucrats who can only eat vegetarian meals! Cast aside those incompetent guys who can only escape reality! Cast aside those defeatists, those anarchists!

Because of them, commerce is deteriorating day by day, the border army is unqualified, farmers have lost their land and become slaves... Our motherland is in humiliation. Our sun is about to go out. "

Tell me, my friends, what should we do? Where should our motherland go?

Should we pin our hopes on musicians who do not eat the fireworks? ! Are we waiting for the Savior to descend from the sky?

Should we wait for the profitable foreign capitalists to squeeze enough benefits from us, wipe their mouths away, and push this country into a deep and raging country? "

"No! Never!

Musicians have never cared about the suffering of us mortals! There has never been a savior coming! Those capitalists will never stop greedily searching!

We cannot rely on others for gifts, and others for salvation. If we want our motherland to rise, we must rely on ourselves! Rely on you, rely on the advanced policy program and the power of the people!

We can no longer be silent! Let this country fall and mourn! All of you here are elites selected from ten thousand. The future of this country...Should we stand by and stay silent?

No! no way! Friends, we must stand up and we must be responsible for this country! Besides us, who else would love our motherland so much? Besides us, who else can save it?

We must unite, friends, we need each other's strength!

I believe that with the help of this force, our motherland will rise and emerge from the shadow of recession!

I believe that this glorious day will come soon.

At that time, I will take the banner of Joan of Arc and rush to the forefront for this great country! Just like she once led the fearless warriors to kill the enemy, shed the last drop of blood for this great country. If I die because of this, then I will be worthy of my ancestors. If I die because of this, then the next hero must stand up and carry my banner! "

In the huge auditorium, the thin figure of the young man looked like a giant, shouting hoarsely in countless fanatical eyes:

"God bless Burgundy! God bless the National University! God bless the great people!

Long live Burgundy! "" Long live Burgundy! ! ! "

The roar sounded like thunder.

It was applause, cheers, fanatical shouts and praises. All the students shouted his name, raised their hands, and waved vigorously in response to his gaze.

The young man stepped down~IndoMTL.com~The students rushed up to hug him with enthusiasm and screamed wildly: "Long live Burgundy! Long live Burgundy! Long live Burgundy!"

"Perfect inaugural speech, Your Excellency Don Juan!"

Under the podium, the secretary of the student union came forward and shook his hand vigorously, with an expression of excitement and excitement: "In the past student presidents, there has never been a speech like yours..."

"I just said what everyone thought."

The young man known as Don Juan hugged him without losing his grace, and said sincerely: "From today on, I will rely on everyone from the Student Union to work hard with me."

The student union secretary nodded excitedly, "For Burgundy!"

"Yes."

The young man named Don Juan smiled meaningfully:

"For the motherland"

For me too. (To be continued.)