Silent Crown Chapter 221: Question

Boom!

For an instant, the entire auditorium fell into dead silence.

In the audience, everyone hadn't reacted at all. In the last moment, the boy helped the girl who fell to the ground, but in the next second, he suddenly hit Ingmar with a punch.

In a scream of exclamation, Ingmar's eyes changed, panic and anger were mixed, and he subconsciously chanted secret words, but his face paled, almost losing control of the ether.

Fortunately, the shield he carried was activated, and the repulsive force field blocked the boy's fist. But the force of the counter-shock also made him stagger to the ground.

With a crisp sound, the skin of Ye Qingxuan's finger cracked open a scar, but he completely ignored it, just stepped forward, chasing and smashing Ingmar's shield almost frantically.

Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground, frightened by Ye Qingxuan's madness, and forgot to resist.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In the silence, there was only the shattering sound like a hammer hitting the shield. It was not until Ye Qingxuan tried to break the shield for the fourth time that he was suddenly pulled away by the person next to him.

"Enough!"

Egor frowned and snorted angrily. The boy's movements were shaken, and a pair of huge shackles and stone rings suddenly appeared on his limbs, unable to move.

But he glared at Ingmar who got up from the ground and roared hoarsely:

"Speak! Ingmar, you bastard!"

Looking at his helpless appearance, Ingmar's flustered mind settled down, and couldn't help but snorted and patted the dust off her body:

"Keep your demeanor, classmate Ye, don't be like a mad dog. You don't even understand a little bit of etiquette."

"Yeba, calm down." The shocked Shire also rushed up from the backstage, and grabbed Ye Qingxuan: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled in anger and threw the blood-stained manuscript into his hand, "See it for yourself."

Charle took the manuscript and read it quickly, not slower than Ye Qingxuan. Just before he watched half of it, he suddenly raised his head: "No, this is... the interpretation method?"

He finally understands, the smile on his face has disappeared. Just looked at Ingmar angrily: "Mr. Ingmar, where did you get the theory?!"

"Enough!"

Ingmar growled. "Is it your turn to question me? I haven't held you accountable for assaulting teachers! Come here, drag down these two scum..."

"What's wrong, are you scared?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered and raised his voice: "Are you afraid that I will expose your true face? Or say..."

"Enough! Let these two guys silence..."

Ingmar was almost roaring. He interrupted his voice, but Ye Qingxuan's voice overwhelmed him, like an iron sheet roaring while rubbing, with a condensed violent rage:

"Or, you are afraid that everyone will know that your so-called academic achievements, your great breakthroughs-all are plagiarism!!!"

There is dead silence.

In an instant, everyone looked at Ingmar, and soon, they looked at the two furious teenagers again, thinking of their teacher. It seemed that he understood something, but fell into a greater confusion.

Plagiarism? Did Ingmar really plagiarize someone else's work?

If this is true, then it is definitely one of the biggest scandals in the history of the Royal Academy of Music!

Feeling the subtle changes in the eyes of those people, Ingmar's expression suddenly became green, and the insidiousness in his eyes was almost full.

"Ye Qingxuan, this is the auditorium, not the place where you talked!" He gritted his teeth and whispered: "I have never heard of any interpretation!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, very softly. But it makes people feel inexplicably cold.

He raised his hand, and Charle unfolded the manuscript completely and put it into his hand. He dragged the shackles and stone rings enough to bend his spine forward, his eyes fixed on that face:

"Then please explain to me. In the last chapter of the Voynich manuscript, how did you sort out the context when all the texts of the Dark Ages have not been sorted out at this stage?"

He went one step further and asked: "In the language, among the nouns related to the substance, feminine and masculine. How do you distinguish between neutral and neutral? What method is used to obtain the law of conjugation of verbs?"

"What music theory analysis did you use to clarify the artificial language of this dark age. And where is the important logic of this text called cryptographic language?"

"What is the reference?"

"Where is the inspiration?"

"When was the breakthrough made?"

As Ye Qingxuan approached step by step, Ingmar gritted his teeth and remained silent, but Ye Qingxuan’s voice grew louder and louder, until the end, it seemed like a roar that made everyone’s eardrums. Pain:

"Why declare to the Holy City so quietly? Are you afraid that others will know your achievements before the Holy City Convention? Are you afraid that others will discover that your so-called achievements are stolen from others' efforts!

Ingmar, why are you backing up again? Why are you silent?

Why do you dare not even resist when facing a student like me?

——Why don’t you even dare to say a **** word? ! "

Ingmar's expression twitched, glaring at him, cracking.

The thing he worries the most has happened after all.

If two months later, at the Holy City Conference, his results will be published, when the time is passed to the world, they will be able to occupy the position of the grandmaster naturally, and by then, whether it is Abraham or Ye Qingxuan, it will be nothing more than It's a jumping clown, not enough.

But, but...Why is there such a neurotic principal who got inside information in advance? Moreover, why would it be publicized on such a terrible occasion?

Why did you get caught by this **** white-haired bastard?

Why should I be questioned by this **** guy?

Almost...Almost...

Simply hateful!

For a while, he was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't deal with it. Ye Qingxuan pressed him step by step, and he could hardly get off the stage.

"What's your identity?" He squeezed a voice from between his teeth: "A kid who doesn't understand anything, who is not even a formal musician, is he worthy to question me?!"

"So, how about changing to a qualified one?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "For example, the assessment by the Musician Association?"

In an instant, Ingmar's complexion changed drastically, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "You have committed enough offenses today, Ye Qingxuan..."

"Oh, why did you quarrel suddenly?"

Suddenly, a figure in Xianci stood up and stopped in front of him just right, with a seemingly false sense of dazedness and confusion on his face.

It is the principal who has ‘disappeared’ for a long time.

"Oh, it was my mistake. I didn't think it over. I didn't expect it to cause such a fierce conflict. It seems that everyone still has some disputes about the results of Teacher Ingmar. Friendly discussion and friendly communication.

It must be friendly. "

While he said something unapologetic, he suppressed all ether fluctuations without a trace, and took away everyone's control.

"Let’s discuss this matter later. We must find a solution carefully, seriously, and seriously at the teacher’s meeting in the evening."

The principal never mentioned any of Ingmar’s plagiarism and Ye Qingxuan’s offensive attack just now, as if he was blind, and did not see Ingmar’s gloomy look and Ye Qingxuan’s fingertips blood, just a He smiled kindly, like a kindly parent who wants to eliminate the contradiction between his back~IndoMTL.com~Alright, Ye Qingxuan, don't make trouble. "

Maxwell patted him on the shoulder both lightly and lightly, seemingly meaningful: "You can't make matters in school go to the Musicians Association, right? That's too exaggerated.

If this continues, how can the school committee's face remain? "

Speaking, he kept holding Ye Qingxuan's badge, and forced the certificate into his hand, so that the award ceremony was completed.

"Remember to report to the Great Library tomorrow morning. There are still prizes waiting for you." He patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"I promise, it will be rich enough to surprise you."

"As for Mr. Ingmar..."

He paused, and his look at Ingmar seemed to be gloating:

"I think he must have a lot of things to explain to the school committee." (To be continued.)