Silent Crown Chapter 24: The fun is (on)

In the 　　 auditorium, a song ended.

　　 Amidst the thunderous applause and hustle and bustle, the girl has been quietly listening and looked at the old man beside her.

　　"What do you think of the dean?"

　　 "Not bad."

　　Maxwell seemed to applaud it.

　　 "In your opinion, it's just good?" The girl blinked at him.

　　 "Your Highness, you really embarrass me by saying this."

　　 Maxwell shook his head and laughed: "The quality of music lies only in the hearts of the performer and the audience. From what I heard, he is really skilled in playing. This is a child who has worked hard and can get the current Achievement is not only dependent on family background."

　　 "Then why do you just say it's good?".

　　 "It seems to me...this kid's playing is a little less fun, right?"

　　"Fun?"

　　 "Yes, your lord, fun is the essence of music. Life is painful without fun, let alone music."

　　 "Isn't music something serious?"

　　 Maxwell laughed, "Excuse me, have you been to a pub?"

　　Mary thought for a while, and shook her head regretfully: "No."

　　 "That's a pity. You should go."

　　 Maxwell sighed: "I know there is a good pub. The decoration there is not good, there are not many tables and chairs, and the boss has a bad temper, but the wine is good.

　　 After getting drunk, the boss will play the shamisen by himself and jump on the stage to play it. When he played it where he was interested, he was excited, even if he was playing in a mess. But no one listened to him, because the guests were all drunk. But when I am drunk and fall asleep, I feel happy to hear that kind of music. "

　　 "Is this the fun?" Mary seemed to understand.

　　 "That's the truth." Maxwell said half of his words and suddenly laughed: "Sorry, I started preaching unconsciously. This is my occupational disease."

　　 "Where, if the dean can teach in person, I don't mind enrolling in school." The girl smiled slyly.

　　"Spare me, I have no strength to accept an apprentice anymore."

　　 Maxwell smiled bitterly: "After all, your Royal Highness suddenly came today, what is it? Are you just teasing me as an old man?"

　　 "This, it's a long story..."

　　 Mentioned this incident, the girl's graceful and calm expression also became a little helpless: "Yesterday, my uncle sent a letter from the north wall to the principal for you."

　　"Your uncle?"

　　 Maxwell became serious: "He's back?"

　　"He just wrote you a letter, it was urgent. He came here and threw it directly in the'wind tunnel'. There was a loud noise last night, and this letter was thrown out on the table. Come on, all the guards thought there was an assassin."

　　 "To be honest, I'm curious what is worth writing to me for that neurosis."

　　 He took the letter from the girl's hand, opened it, and fell into a long silence.

　　 After a long time, he raised his head and smiled bitterly:

　　 "His Royal Highness, this letter from you, I'm afraid it's too late."

　　 "Too late?"

　　Mary was stunned, a little uneasy: "Is it urgent?"

　　 "No, no, it's just plain words. But for some people...Is it more urgent than anything?" Maxwell sighed and unfolded the letter.

　　"—this is a letter of recommendation, your highness."—

　　 The girl took the open letterhead, her face turned a little weird, probably because she couldn't accept her uncle's unconstrained logic and wording. There is very little handwriting on the letterhead, only three short lines, one line up, one line content, one line ending, and I don’t even bother to write the date.

　　 to Maxwell:

　　 Recently, a gray-haired oriental teenager will come to your place for an exam. I hope to receive it.

　　—John Sebastian.

　　"I don’t know how much benefit that **** received from others, so he was willing to write to me with a shy old face, but he has no sense of time. Your Majesty, you’re late, maybe that kid would have been locked up long ago. Go outside the door!"

The girl was silent for a moment, pursing her lips and lowering her head: "This is my negligence."

　　 "This is the old bastard's fault." The dean rubbed her hair offensively: "Don't be sad."

　　 said, he turned around the fat man passing by.

　　Mr. Sidney is now walking with excitement and his hair is fluttering. The whole figure is like a fat penguin intoxicated in flight. Seeing the dean's serious face, he was immediately awakened and waited for him. He bowed his head respectfully to salute the girl first, but his eyes were locked on the principal, not knowing what conspiracy the old guy wanted to play.

　　 "Principal, what do you do?"

　　 "That's it, Mr. Sidney, I want to ask you someone."

　　 Maxwell put down his wine glass and gestured to the height of a teenager: "Have you ever seen a teenager when you greeted guests? He should not have an invitation letter."

　　 "Huh?" Sidney was taken aback, with a bad feeling in his heart.

　　 "Well, I am an Oriental, should I have white hair? Have you seen it?"

　　"...Are you still carrying a dog?"

　　 "I don't know about this, it seems you should have seen him."

　　 Maxwell nodded, seeing Sidney’s face, there was a bad guess: "Hey, Mr. Sidney, you...you are not driving him away, right?"

　　 Sidney hesitated, nodded, then saw Maxwell and the girl look pityingly.

　　 "Ahahaha, I didn't expect it to be there."

　　 Maxwell laughed, then put his hands on Sidney’s shoulders, and said sternly: "It seems that I have misunderstood you before, but I have always felt that you are a waste of responsibility.

　　 But today, your performance has completely changed my view of you... But since you admit it, are you willing to take all the responsibilities? "

　　 Before Sidney could get angry, he was stunned by the second half. What kind of medicine is this old ghost selling in his heart? He suddenly regretted that he was not careful enough. .

　　 "This is my duty, sir!"

　　 Sidney had a sullen face, raised the air, and patted the principal's hand away: "He has no invitation letter, and he is not on the list. He is dressed like a little beggar. Did I do something wrong?

　　 Please forgive me for the offense. The gangster you mentioned didn’t know the etiquette at all, and was entangled in it, which almost disrupted the banquet arrangements. I can only drive him away. If you have any dissatisfaction with my work, you can respond to the committee. I believe the committee will make a fair judgment!

　　 But the Royal Academy of Music, but anyone can come in! "

After 　　 finished speaking, he clicked his mouth and felt that the last sentence was a magical touch. His retort completely overwhelmed the principal's momentum. It's rare to see the principal's ashamed face, and his eyes became proud.

　　 "Hehe."

　　Maxwell smiled: "You are really kidding, how can you go to the committee for this kind of thing."

　　After suffering a big loss in the last battle, he really did not dare to attack the committee head-on. Sidney sneered: "Then please be careful with your words."

　　 "No, no, no, you misunderstood what I meant." Maxwell sighed pityingly: "I mean... the committee can't keep you."

　　 "You!"

　　 Before he finished speaking, a letter of recommendation was placed in front of him: "I hope you are still literate, Mr. Sidney, after reading this, I hope you can maintain such confidence."

　　 Sidney glanced at the letterhead, vaguely felt that the name was familiar, but he was not sure, but he suddenly choked in his heart: "John Sebastian?"

　　Maxwell nodded: "Yes."

　　 "Which Sebastian?"

　　 Sidney asked a silly question, but the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.

The Dean 　　 sighed deeply: "I said it a long time ago. It always feels unreliable to let a **** who is not even a musician come to the academy as a professor."

　　 Then, he pointed to the painting on the wall:

　　"Do you think that Sebastian who can be called uncle by His Highness, which Sebastian can be? Is it Sebastian who sells vegetables? It is Seba who is showing us the door Stian? Or the Sebastian who we hang on the wall now?"

　　 Sidney suddenly felt heavy anxiety, followed his gaze, and suddenly felt that his forehead was hit by a sledgehammer.

　　 got the hang of it.

　　 is also bad.

　　 He stared blankly at the thin man on the oil painting, his expression twitched, he thought who was joking with him.

　　 "Yes, that's him."

　　 The principal stopped him by the shoulder, clinked glasses with him happily, and toasted to the oil painting: "The King of Blue, the Uncrowned Emperor, the Strongest Musician, the Guardian of Humanity, the Greatest Opener and Musician of Our Time, and My Old friend, creditor... the musician named'Bach'——John Sebastian!

　　haha, is this guy quite great? How about it, is it unexpected to be unhappy? "

　　 He winked at Sidney: "You gave me a surprise today. Do you know who was the last person to get a letter of recommendation from Sebastian?"

Who is 　　? Who else can it be? !

　　 is the genius boy whose fame spread throughout the world overnight, and then mysteriously disappeared after winning the Yellow King laurel!

　　 For a long time, after a long time, Sidney finally recovered and looked at the principal beside him in a daze:

　　 "I, I..."

　　 Silence, a long silence.

　　 Sidney swallowed his saliva and saw the girl's increasingly ugly face, like a fat penguin falling into a fire pit.

　　 "President, Your Highness, you... listen to my explanation."

　　 He was about to cry, sweating like rain: "Listen to me explaining, I am no, no, my one, he is too, not right, I mean... please give me a chance to remedy."

　　 Maxwell shrugged coldly and blew a whistle, expressing his helplessness.

　　 "You can't do this!"

　　 Sidney’s expression collapsed, and he lifted the headmaster’s collar completely glabrously, and shouted, "I have done meritorious service to the academy, I have shed blood on Angelu! You can’t do this! I just love the academy Is it wrong to love academy?!"

　　 "That's a shame. But it's a pity that all men who are in love will know such a sentence..." Maxwell whispered in Sidney's ear:

　　 "You love the college, but the college doesn't love you."

　　 Sidney seemed to have lost all his strength, stumbled back on the ground, incoherent and did not know what to say: "I will find him immediately! I will find someone immediately..."

　　 His expression twitched, and he pulled the supervisor not far away:

　　 "Old Mai, immediately, start all the school staff and find everyone... Find me the white-haired Oriental boy!" Sidney clung to his shoulder tightly: "Go~ IndoMTL. com~ use running, understand?!"

　　 His eyes were red, and he muttered something in a low voice.

　　 I hope he has not gone far! I hope he hasn't gone far! I hope he hasn't gone far!

　　 Sidney prayed desperately in his heart, only to see the supervisor's increasingly weird face.

　　"What are you still doing?"

　　 Sidney was furious, "Go find it!"

　　"White hair, Oriental."

　　The supervisor asked in a low voice: "Are you still carrying a dog?"

　　 Before he could finish speaking, Sidney was hugged by Sidney, as if holding a life-saving straw, wishing to lick it up: "Have you seen?! Have you seen him? Have you seen that person? "

　　 "I have seen it."

　　The supervisor nodded hard and nodded affirmatively: "I saw this person."

　　The gods are above, the saints protect, Ali Baba, Hallelujah! !

　　 Sidney was overjoyed, crying from the excitement block.

　　 "Where?! Where! Take me right away!"

　　 "Uh."

　　The supervisor looked at the principal and girl next to him, hesitating.

　　 "What are you doing in a daze? Say! Where?!" Sidney burst into tears in a hurry.

　　 After a long time, the supervisor replied helplessly:

　　 "...in our back kitchen."