Silent Crown Chapter 222: No rain

　　 At dusk, there was silence in the school committee meeting room. Except for a few agents, only Sidney and Ingmar among the school's coaches arrived on time.

　　 Others don’t know why, they have been absent.

　　 A few empty chairs added a suffocating atmosphere to the whole meeting.

　　 And just after several school director’s agents read the briefing, they fell into a long silence.

　　 After a long time, the old butler took off his monocle. After considering it for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh:

　　 "After so many years, is the principal finally going to deal with the school committee?"

　　"Does this need to be asked? Since he insisted on going his own way and must fire our chosen chief, he was determined to do so. The question now is: shall we continue to bear it?"

　　 "Need to be treated steadily, not to fall into his trap."

　　 "No, I must return the color!" Some people say, "The Royal Conservatory is a place established by our ancestors, and it is not his turn to be an outsider."

　　"We cannot give in this time. Otherwise, we will be passive step by step."

　　 Many people nodded in agreement, but some people were still worried, "It's just that the power behind Maxwell should not be underestimated. After so many years, the royal family has continued to increase his newcomers. If in this matter... …"

　　 "I don't need peace of mind in this matter."

　　The middle-aged consultant as the agent pondered for a while and said: "If he is in conflict with us, the royal family will certainly not favor him. Moreover, if the school committee shows its attitude, I believe that your majesty will remain neutral. ."

　　 The old man shook his head, "After all, Maxwell is the principal after all."

　　"The premise is. We are willing to admit it."

　　Another person said coldly: "We can initiate a motion of no confidence and apply for impeachment. If we can get more than 70% of the votes in favor. Then don't want to ride on our heads."

　　 said a word, everyone stopped talking.

　　In the centuries-old history of the Royal Academy of Music. Although there are such regulations, the school committee has always been quite restrained and has never used this ability. The people who have served as principals in the past generations have been hard-to-find talents and important figures in Congress. Especially Maxwell, this old ghost of unknown origin has always been trusted by the royal family, and he doesn't know how many shameless secrets he has in his hands. Especially he is still crazy, who knows what he can do!

　　 If you really want to go to war with the principal, it is not a category that these agents can decide.

　　 For an instant, everyone couldn't help looking behind. In the corner of the room.

　　In the corner, on the hanger, a gray sparrow is staring out the window as if no one else is. From beginning to end, it made no sound.

　　 When it turned its head back, it looked like a real person, watching quietly at the landowners, cold and determined.

　　He is the only one who can decide here.

　　 It speaks, and its voice is steady and peaceful, as if to narrate the truth.

　　" Hundreds of years ago, our ancestors established the Royal Conservatory of Music. It continues to this day. Instead of the royal family, it has been managing this cradle of future musicians, and has continued to this day.

　　 For hundreds of years, my family and others have devoted a lot of resources and efforts to this. The school committee exists to make the college better.

　　 For so many years, the college has always been the school committee, and the school committee represents the college itself. "

　　 Sparrow said faintly, "If Maxwell is really determined to turn his face against us, then he'd better prepare for confrontation with the entire academy."

　　 Hearing it, all the agents seemed to be relieved. But then the sound of the sparrow made everyone nervous again.

　　 because he looked at Ingmar on the outside of the long table. The tone seems to have something to say: "But, before that. There is another question, isn't it?"

　　Some people understood what he meant. The look in his eyes also became suspicious.

　　 "Ingmar."

　　The old agent looked at the unsuccessful man with a serious expression: "Is the'plagiarism' Maxwell refers to, is it true?"

　　 In an instant, those sharp eyes pierced like arrows.

　　 Ingmar's fingers hidden under the table trembled, and he hesitated, but almost instantly, he was determined: if he admits it here, everything is over! Not only will you lose the support of the school committee, but you will also have a bad reputation and be defeated!

　　This road, from the beginning, there is no turning back!

　　 "Of course not!"

　　He pretended to be sad and angry at those people, his voice hoarse: "Do you also believe in that nonsense and doubt my efforts?!"

　　"Then why did you not report to the school committee of such results?"

　　 Ingmar curbed the panic in his heart, turned his mind, and thoughtfully "explained": "My research has been reported to the school committee, and you can check the relevant documents by yourself. As for the results...I, I just I just made an attempt, and even I am not sure whether it is true or not.

　　 I just learned about the passage of the holy city in the afternoon, so I didn’t have time to report it. "

　　 The explanation was reasonable. The agents glanced at each other, and some couldn’t help sighing: "Maxwell really had a good time. When we didn’t react, the war was already on... He obviously had been planning for a long time. Now, do any of you want to compromise?"

　　 No one responded.

　　 Then, the old man in the lead nodded, "Then, it's Maxwell's turn to pay for his rash actions."

　　"And the brave Oriental kid who was pushed to the front by him." Ingmar's eyes were full of sinisterness: "This is where the Anglo musician is brilliant, not where he went wild!"

　　The meeting is coming to an end. There are only a few details left. The sparrows are obviously too lazy to participate. They fly from the clothes rack to the window, and finally look back at them.

　　 "If there is anything else, I will come again. Mr. Bai Crow is very concerned about this matter, don't let the House down."

　　 It finished, spread its wings and left.

　　 Under the splendid sunset, even the gray wings of the sparrow seemed to glow with golden light, noble and inviolable.

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　　 In the middle of the night, there is silence in the music history department.

　　Everyone was sitting in the hall waiting, no one spoke, Bai Xi leaned on Lao Fei, lethargic. Old Fei and Charles stared with big eyes, Ye Qingxuan just lowered his head and turned the jiuxiao ring of fingertips.

　　During the long stare at Lao Fei, Charles finally felt that his eyes were forgotten, rubbing his eyes and sighing: "It's ten o'clock, and the teacher has not returned. I don't know whether the school meeting went smoothly."

　　 "It won't go smoothly."

　　 Ye Qingxuan said faintly: "You don't know the teacher's character. It's good to be bad at words. Once you get rid of music theory, you will have some problems even going to the streets to buy food."

　　 "I also know..." Charles' expression was a little frustrated suddenly: "But this always feels bad."

　　"But not necessarily."

　　 Ye Qingxuan's expression is determined: "When people who are not good at words deal with that way, there are two main ways, one is that they don’t understand and pretend to understand, the other is that they don’t understand or they don’t understand, no matter what you say. I don’t understand.

　　 Which kind of teacher do you think? "

　　 Charles smiled bitterly: "Of course it is the latter."

　　"So, no matter what rhetoric the school committee said, or what it brought out to suppress him, the result would be the same.

　　 The biggest possibility is that they didn't let the teacher submit, nor did the teacher convince them. As a result, they can only maintain the status quo in an embarrassing manner-both sides insist on their own words.

　　 However, the situation does not allow Ingmar to keep this situation going. This afternoon, this matter has already started to heat up in the school. Although there are many supporters of Ingmar, the longer it is, more and more people will start to doubt him.

　　 He must resolve this matter before it reaches a certain level of influence. "

　　 Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Brother, get ready, the dispute will surely escalate in the next few days."

　　"Ingmar will suppress us by all means?"

　　"Why not? He has this ability. Moreover, he knows that he can't lose. Once he loses, he will only be ruined. Even his old accounts will be turned out one by one.

　　 So, he will definitely become more and more frantic..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan picked up an apple on the table, bite after bite, crunching and crunching, until Shire got a little hairy, he whispered:

　　"However, we may not have no choice."

　　Charle's eyes lit up, "Hurry up and take a closer look at the future. Are there any three strategies?"

　　"...the upper, middle and lower three strategies? Where are there so many! Why don't you let me make up a one-hundred-eight pirate strategy!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan has the urge to use an apple core to block his throat. After thinking about it, forget it~ IndoMTL.com~ After all, it is not suitable to kill at this time.

　　"Actually, once an event remains the same and the two sides are deadlocked, there will be two outcomes. One is death without disease, and the other is the escalation of the event... Now, the event does not escalate. It’s up to us."

　　"You mean...Musician Association?"

　　Charle hesitated, "Will it be too troublesome?"

　　 "Why not make a big noise?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled, without any warmth: "Isn't Ingmar trying to be famous? Then please satisfy his wish.

　　 I like helping others best. "

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　　 was in the silence, time passed bit by bit.

　　 Soon there was a low footstep outside the door, someone was knocking on the door, Charles jumped up from the sofa, ran to open the door: "Teacher, you go back..."

　　His voice stopped abruptly, his eyes were confused: "Who are you?"

　　 "Is Ye Qingxuan here?"

In the dark night outside 　　, a huge shadow stands tall:

　　"—let him come with me."

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　　 Sorry, there are some kavin today, the chapter name is 222, even I started 2... (to be continued)<!--over-->