Silent Crown Chapter 230: Make your dreams!
In the early morning, the mist condensed and fell on the branches, sparse and cold, like rain in the mist. Net
In the early morning bell, the early students came and went. When they noticed the two teenagers walking silently on the road, they stopped and nodded in greeting.
"Good morning, Chief Ye."
"Good morning."
"Good day, Chief Ye."
Seeing the girl smiling at herself, Ye Qingxuan also smiled: "Good day."
It's like a daily walk, everything is normal, as usual, except that there are more small boxes in their hands today.
The small box hung in the boy's hand, swaying with his steps, like a small schoolbag.
Although Charles was not smiling, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be in a good mood, and he still had room to respond to the greetings of the students along the way, humming a nursery rhyme he didn't know where he had learned.
"La la la, la la la, la la la la~"
But the song was not pleasing to the ear, but it carried him as hoarse as always, like the sound of the cold wind lingering in the long night, blowing from the darkness, making the heart cold.
Following the singing, the manuscripts in the box also collided, making a rattling sound, like a faint tidal sound.
The sound was fine, but it traveled far and wide, causing the students on both sides to get out of the way, staring at them with complicated eyes.
As the music history department was burned in the fire, rumors abounded between the two.
Although it seemed like an accident, almost everyone seemed to understand what was going on. Many conspiracy theorists thought it was their self-directed and self-acted performance, but many people sympathized with it.
But sympathy is no use.
It can’t be eaten as a meal, can’t be drunk as water, nor can it be used as a quilt when it is cold. Sympathy is just sympathy, a pity. Anger is more than anger.
It can give birth to more things.
"You go to the Musician Association?" Karen asked.
In the square, the next student council president who finally arrived stopped them with a bitter expression.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing: "Senior Karen, since you are so enthusiastic. We might as well switch to the student union."
Karen's expression became more and more bitter: "Yesterday, the school committee ordered law and order. Change and summoning academy are now busy, and some teachers of the Royal School have also talked to me... Sorry, we can't help you. What."
"Really? That's a shame."
Ye Qingxuan seems to shrug his shoulders ‘regrettably’: "Then we’ll go to the Musician Association."
"Why did you get to that step? Once you report to the Musician Association, things will become a big deal." Karen suddenly became more entangled, "You are all too extreme. Take a step back. In fact, things can still be solved. Why bother Absolutely?"
Ye Qingxuan just patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "If Brother Stool is here. I will definitely not say this to me, do you know why?"
"..."
Karen was taken aback, and Ye Qingxuan smiled.
"——Because he knows that this world will never be as beautiful as he thought."
He passed Karen in astonishment and continued to the school gate.
Step back each? Tolerance and understanding?
Don’t talk, this seemingly fair approach is the biggest mockery of fairness.
Why do you have to be absolute? From the moment the Music History Department was burned to ashes, he didn't plan to leave any retreat for himself-there would be no retreat.
Otherwise he can't help but spit on himself.
In the early morning, the sun gradually rose, but the boy's smile gradually dissipated, leaving nothing but indifference. Like a rugged ice field.
.
In front of him, the school door slowly opened, and the huge iron gate wrapped with copper branches and red iron roses rubbed against the ground. Behind, in the bell tower of the college, there was the last bell.
The bell sounded like a wave, washing away the last trace of mist.
The rising sun shed its rays, illuminating the boy in front of the school, as well as his metallic white hair.
Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan's body tightened, feeling the creeps, as if there was something cold against him behind his back. About to penetrate the limbs.
The inexplicable hunch stopped his movements abruptly, stiffening in place.
The sense of crisis reverberates in my heart. stronger.
There was a hand pressing on his shoulder, and the palm of his hand suppressed the anxiety in his heart. Charles stared at the bustling street across from the school, and the people drinking morning tea in the cafe.
Finally, his eyes fell on a figure in the shop window, and he became more cautious.
"Leaf, it is Ingmar."
In the cafe window, the figure leaned back on the chair with his back to them. The waiter held a silver plate and served him coffee. The coffee was a good variety from the Asgard sea, and the enthusiasm was rising.
There is also a newspaper that was just delivered.
The newspaper unfolded, and Ingmar looked down at the news in it, as if he hadn't noticed the school gate far behind, and the two teenagers.
But in the hearts of Ye Qingxuan and Shire, the signs of anxiety became more and more obvious.
The sugar cube fell into the coffee, one piece, two pieces...
Every piece that fell into their hearts was like a huge boulder, pressing them out of breath.
Obviously, they are only one step away from the school gate, but at this moment, they have no reason, no foundation, no basis...feeling fear.
I feel that the world outside the school is full of crises.
But there is nothing there, only a warning:
——End here.
Ye Qingxuan is silent, he understands what Ingmar means:
If before this, the contradiction between them still has a little room for maneuver, then if he insists on going to the Musician Guild and taking this step here, it will only be left to life and death.
Ingmar will use all possible power to strangle himself, pinching to death the hell-headed Eastern chief who has been in the way for too long.
Perhaps right away, maybe at some unprepared time, maybe after stepping out of the school gate, a dark carriage rushed out and crushed itself on this road...
So, don't be stubborn.
Turn around immediately.
"Look back?"
Ye Qingxuan seemed to understand what he meant, and sneered softly: Don't dare to kill me, and don't want to admit plagiarism, you really think you just need to scare it. I will limp on the ground and go home obediently?
Unfortunately, this world is not as beautiful as you think.
"Make your dreams!"
Staring at his back. Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and lifted his steps in the air that was sticky like glue. Falling towards the world outside the school gate.
Slap!
A soft, hallucinating noise.
The boy stepped out of the door with one foot, and all the sense of crisis and depression in his heart dissipated, like an illusion.
Nothing happened.
It's as if nothing happened before that.
Only at that moment, Ingmar lowered his eyes.
In those icy blue eyes, there is the dark reflection of the starry sky. The stars revolve with a chilling murderous intent.
As the stars are moving, it reflects the appearance of the two figures fading away, and all kinds of invisible threads are wrapped around them. Connected to their vitals.
It seems that as long as they are pulled at will, they will fall apart like offline puppets.
But in the end, until the two teenagers walked out of his sensing range, the killing intent in his eyes burst out several times and pressed down several times, after all, he didn't start.
"Sneez, look hard inside."
The young man's sneer seemed to be heard in the wind.
In Ingmar's hands, the flat newspaper was crumpled into a ball at some point.
"Sir? Sir..."
Beside him. The waiter asked anxiously: "Is the coffee unpalatable?"
Ingmar held up the coffee blankly, took a sip, frowned. lay down.
"It's too sweet." He said, "Come on for another cup."
The waiter picked up the coffee and left quickly.
Ingmar folded the newspaper in his hand again, and in just a few seconds, the ink on it had been pale yellow and dim, as if hundreds of years had passed.
He narrowed his eyes, as if talking to something.
"It's me, Ingmar, that's right, I'm pleased with you..."
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In one hour. On the second floor of the Musician Association, someone was holding the railing and watching the long line. Seeing the two teenagers, mocking smiles appeared on their faces.
"Don't worry."
He whispered to the alchemy communicator in his hand: "I have arranged it. The two little ghosts can't find any storms. Let them go away obediently today."
Behind him, the hall guard of the association stepped up the steps, stood respectfully behind him, rubbing his hands: "Mr. Leo, you call me?"
"Well, I have something to ask you."
Leo patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the two teenagers in the crowd downstairs: "Give me a stare at them. If they cause trouble for a while, get me out.
Mr. Bayer is busy today. I don’t want anything to interrupt our waiting meeting, understand? "
"I understand." The guard laughed knowingly: "If they make trouble, don't want to join the Musician Association within three months."
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Just downstairs, half an hour later, the long queue finally came to an end.
"It will be done soon, brother, if you don't want to wait, it's better to wait for me a little bit."
Ye Qingxuan patted Shire on the shoulder, Shire sighed, put away his impatient expression, forced a smile, and handed the form in his hand to the administrator behind the table.
The administrator seemed to be telling a joke to a colleague next to him. After talking in a low voice for a long time, several people couldn't help laughing in a low voice.
After talking about it, he casually picked up their form, and quickly threw it back impatiently.
"The format of your form is wrong. There should be additional information here. Why did you write it directly? And here, and here, I should fill it out."
He pointed to a few places on the form, his eyes irritated: "Did you listen to me just now? Why did you fill it out three times and still not fill it in correctly~ IndoMTL.com~ Just waste your time, don't delay others ."
Chart's expression twitched, Ye Qingxuan held down his shoulder and squeezed a smile at the clerk: "Sorry, we will change it immediately."
"No, you have to fill in again."
The clerk glanced at him: "The form must not have traces of modification, and pay attention to writing. Your font is obviously out of standard. Which teacher did you write?"
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, glanced at the smooth official writing style of the Holy City on the form, and nodded angrily: "You are right, I will change it again."
"For your affairs, pay attention to yourself and don't keep reminding people. With this attitude, do you still want to do things?"
The clerk glanced at him indifferently, waved to the next one.
Ye Qingxuan almost forcibly dragged Shire aside, soothing his emotions that were about to explode. Right where they were filling out the form, someone noticed their appearance and showed sympathy.
"Are you new here?" (To be continued.)