Silent Crown Chapter 215: Graduation Works (Part 2)

In short, Bai Xi's work conforms to her style as always.

Simple, straightforward and extremely rude, completely unlike the work of a little girl, it simply summarizes the violent factors in the entire lower city of Avalon, and gathers all the background and content that make men burst into blood and blood boil.

According to Bai Xi's description, the whole work looks like this:

In the work, the musician is responsible for controlling two big men armed with crossbow arrows to brave the tiger's den.

One of them was wearing blue pants, the other was wearing red pants, shirtless on the upper body, and strange streamers tied to their heads. They fell from the sky and killed an island occupied by the revolutionary army.

Kill all the way, kill the creeps, kill yourself, kill the demons, kill the ghosts, kill any living things, and finally kill the leader of the revolutionary army that has been integrated with the natural disasters.

In the end, there is no way to kill, even if you are done, board the airship, leave the ravaged and explode violently, sinking to the bottom of the poor island.

Furthermore, Bai Xi is also ingenious, designing eight hidden levels underwater for the experiencers to discover.

However, the whole process was extremely difficult. The two shirtless guys would die if they were hit by a crossbow bolt or hit by the enemy. There are three rebirth opportunities for the experiencer, and after the three times, they can only start again...

But, the author is Bai Xi, so...she hid a command in it, as long as you input a specific note, the number of rebirths will become thirty!

"All said, no author channel is allowed!"

Ye Qingxuan knocked her head in an angry manner: "The little girl's house, why is it so violent, it's all fighting and killing, can't you make a warmer one?"

"Warm? Sorry, no."

Bai Xi rolled his eyes, "Then you are so warm, show me."

"For example, a dressing game where a little girl travels around the world?"

"Change clothes for the girl, are you **!"

"For example, in order to save the school that is about to be abolished, seven girls stepped forward, and after all the hardships, they finally became musicians together?"

"Even no one died. What's the point? Why don't you say that they followed a monkey to Tianzhu to get music?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while, he couldn't understand what was thinking in Bai Xi's little head.

"Anyway, this won't work."

"Why not!"

"First. Too violent and too untechnical.

Second, the process is long, the task is large, and the content is large. Time is completely too late.

Third, part of the content requires high-level music theory and complex structure to support, I am afraid that only resonance-level musicians can host it. But the teacher is completely out of time now.

So, veto. "

"Cut."

Bai Xi gave him an uncomfortable look: "Neither do this, nor do that. You can just remove everything and make a graduation work with nothing!"

"How can..."

Ye Qingxuan said halfway, and suddenly got stuck, as if he was stunned.

Shire and Bai Xi next to him looked at him dull and confused, but no matter what they called. Ye Qingxuan frowned, his face was thoughtful, and he muttered something to himself.

Seeing his appearance, Charles frowned, and suddenly became silent, sinking into the same contemplation.

When both of them were in a state of neurosis, Bai Xi curled his lips, ignored them, picked up Old Fei and bent to the side.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan raised his head:

"Junior, you and I think about the same thing. Right?"

"I think there should be nothing wrong."

"...nothing, it seems to work."

"If we can really follow our grasp."

"The process is short, but it can be stretched to a very long time."

"Although the structure is complex, it is actually a repetitive application of a single theory of music. It can be done even at the rhythm level."

"I calculated, there should be no problem with the workload."

"How to do the specific division?"

"I have a new idea, but I need to do a good job division."

"There are only two of us, and cooperation shouldn't be a problem, but I have a new idea here, it's better than..."

The two people are completely immersed in the idea. Exchanging ideas, sketching notes on the paper, began to experiment on the spot.

Abraham silently watched them focus on the discussion, laughed after a long time, and left quietly.

This is probably satisfaction, right?

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Two days later, late at night.

In the royal faction, in the studio, Karen with red eyes sat back in his chair, opened a can of beer, drank it with his head up, and groaned tiredly.

Beside him, the teammates were also exhausted drinking coffee to refresh themselves, seizing the time to continue processing the graduation works in front of them.

"It's almost finished at last, let's work harder."

Karen patted his friend on the shoulder, "I will invite everyone to have breakfast when I'm done."

"To be honest, I just want to sleep."

The teammate raised his eyelids sleepily, "Who will give me a refreshing technique? The one I want to increase."

The person next to him threw a frosty ray over without raising his head. The ray was smeared on his face, even his hair was frozen into strips, and he was instantly awake.

"Thank you."

The teammate’s teeth trembled, and he made a slurred voice: "Karen, have you gotten the difficulty control? If you get it done, come and help. I'm the least good at balancing music theory. I think I'm going crazy if this continues. ."

Hearing him say this, Karen suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Wait a moment, I will come after the final difficulty adjustment."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and refreshed his spirits-music theory is like a mathematical formula. Sometimes a note is wrong, or the tempo is a little slower, the final effect will be heavenly. Differently.

Moreover, he is now in charge of the most troublesome part of the whole process.

——Difficulty control.

The day after tomorrow is the last round of the school celebration trial. By then, all the graduates’ works will be announced, and other students will also spend credits to experience the works.

All credits obtained in it belong to the production team and count towards the final evaluation score.

Of course, in order to attract more students to spend credits to try their own works, the production team will deposit certain credits to breakers.

Only then will someone try, and the more people try, the better. Of course, in order to ensure that the difficulty of the work is not too strong, the production team must be able to get through it by themselves in a reasonable way.

Therefore, a problem arises.

——How to make it more difficult on the premise of ensuring that you pass the customs?

And this raises another question: After ensuring such a high level of difficulty, how to attract more people to experience it?

This is a headache for all graduates. To ensure a balance between difficulty and attractiveness, it must not be too difficult to scare most people away, and it must not be too low to make you lose your money.

Therefore, the difficulty control here must be considered repeatedly.

In the long test, time passed every minute and every second...

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Music History Department, basement.

Under a solitary lamp, Charles held his notepad in his hand and wrote: "At 4:30 in the morning, the first test is started..."

Soon, he looked up: "Start."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, and suddenly pressed the middle button.

Then...

Boom!

The crimson swept across in an instant, and the entire small building of the Music History Department was suddenly shaken, and the basement was in a mess. Ye Qingxuan and Xia'er were all scorched, and they were shot on the wall by the air pressure of the explosion.

Fortunately, the protective measures were appropriate and nothing happened.

In the human-shaped depression on the wall, Ye Qingxuan vomited out the dust in his mouth and felt a buzzing in his ears.

Charle got up from the ground with a sullen face and looked around blankly.

"What's the matter? It exploded?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent, just staring at him faintly.

Charlton looked distressed: "You can't look at me, brother! It really doesn't matter to me if this blows up! You can't let me take the blame?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed, got up and rechecked the information recorded in the Requiem Enchantment, and soon the reason came out.

"Well, the music theory of the prelude is in conflict. In the structure here, surplus notes are constantly produced, and the extra notes are inserted into the second music program, forming an endless loop."

He squeezed his chin and looked at the music score in front of him, "The structure of this interval is really not stable enough and needs to be revised."

It’s just a headache to change. This is one of the first few important intervals. It can be said that it will affect the whole body. Once it is changed, the following music theory must be adjusted and coordinated accordingly, and it is almost equal Yu overthrew and did it again.

"What if, what?"

Beside, after watching for a long time, Charles stretched out his hand and gestured on the movement, adding a new sustain line and repeated runes, and did not directly solve the problem fundamentally, but chose to treat the symptoms: it will produce The infinite loop has been added to other places that don't get in the way.

To be honest, this trick is extremely evil, and it is not a serious music theory solution at all, but Charles relied on his own inspiration to make up for it.

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, grinning and thumbs up:

"Like!"

Charle nodded, carefully stepped back: "Then, let's start the second test."

Ye Qingxuan nodded ~IndoMTL.com~ stood aside, and suddenly pressed the start button.

Then...

——Boom!

This time even the lights were blown up, and Shire and Ye Qingxuan were photographed side by side on the ceiling, and they couldn't pull them off...Fortunately, this area was a temporary isolation zone they set up with a Requiem enchantment. No matter how big the inside movement is, it won't affect the outside.

Otherwise, the awakened Bai Xi will come down and kick the door.

"Brother, what's the problem this time?"

Ye Qingxuan coughed vigorously, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and stammered: "Why is there an extra glide in the sixth and sixth intervals?"

"...Well, it's my pot this time."

"It was originally yours, why don't we add a restore mark to try?"

"Sounds okay, so, the third time..."

Boom! (To be continued.)