After staying up all night, Lilmu finally took out the first draft of the duet and gave it to several people in the dormitory.

"It's okay." Duchamp hesitated to say that he wasn't good at it.

Xueba said that it was okay, but it was not outstanding. Learmor frowned for an hour in class, and finally came to his senses and hurriedly mailed an urgent letter to the imperial capital. A few days later, another urgent letter arrived, bringing a harmonic version of "The Last Rose in Summer".

The two versions are obviously very different, and the boys who participated in the programming of this show were impressed by Lilmu. Liermu smiled from ear to ear, and specially invited a girl from the music club to guide everyone to practice chorus, and the effect was amazingly good, especially Duchamp.

During the break in the rehearsal today, several boys in the singing group were talking about the program prepared by the other group with their eyebrows fluttering, and they heard that it was an old-fashioned drama, and everyone was full of schadenfreude sympathy for Abel, who played the male lead in the drama, because he was going to kiss the two girls in his class, Morgana and Elia.

"Don't say that, that's the daughter of the Earl's Court, a famous family in the empire, and others can't find this opportunity if they want it." Mark said in a long voice. There was a burst of laughter among the boys.

"Why do aristocratic girls from such a high background come to this major, I don't think it's very suitable for them." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duchamp threw out this long-doubted question.

"Humph!" Hearing this, even Dietrie couldn't help but let out a nasal sound, and all the boys fell silent for a moment.

Duchamp turned his head to look left and right, and there was a feeling of uncertainty.

Liermu smiled and said, "What else can there be, of course, to come to Dietri." There was a burst of laughter.

Dietrie's face turned pale, he stood up and looked down at Lilmu and said, "Don't make me happy, or you'll look good." ”

Learmor muttered softly, "Isn't it just a joke, as for being so serious." ”

Duchamp said in surprise: "Even if this is the reason, do you have to choose some high-quality noblewomen, these people's tempers are too hot." ”

Everyone burst into louder laughter, Dietrie's face turned red, Leermu shook his head, and said lightly: "Sao Nian, I can't see that you are so innocent." ”

Another mandolin, Eisenberg, slid over with Duchamp's flirtatious dance steps while playing the mandolin, singing: "Forget it, forget it, let's tell this outsider the truth." ”

Mark leaned over and said mysteriously, "The people in the other drama group are all second-generation scavengers. Seeing that Duchamp did not understand, he added: "The prime minister's minions." ”

Duchamp's eyes suddenly flashed with an unpleasant figure, a man who did not hesitate to use all available means in order to achieve his ends, with a look of contempt on his face.

Mark looked at Duchamp, whose face changed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You come from such a remote place, naturally you don't know that every year in order to fight for the place in this elite class, various factions are fighting openly and secretly. The other group is all reformers. This is nothing, the 5 girls in our class this year were all selected from relatives by the prime minister's cronies. ”

Duchamp was surprised and said, "But, isn't he claiming to be a civilian prime minister?" ”

Eisenberg laughed and said, "As long as you agree with his endless strategy of expansion, wanton attacks at the expense of the people and money, and the unscrupulous party to fight against the same and different, it is his cronies." ”

Mark said mysteriously, "Remember why you got that punch from Joe?" ”

Duchamp immediately reacted: "Isn't it just the fault of the Hundred Days War, can't you even say such things." ”

Eisenberg said: "Yes, of course you can say it, if Dietrie says it, of course it's fine, but if you say it, it's inevitable that some people will not be used to it." ”

Duchamp shook his head and said: "Who knows that you nobles, all of you are in such a deep city, and you are still going to school, so what kind of court will you have." Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "What about Eric?" ”

"Eric's father, but the leader of the reformists, was one of the first local nobles to support the Prime Minister to build the railroad into his domain."

Duchamp felt that these diehards were very unenlightened: "It is a good thing to build a railway, and only when the transportation is improved can the local area develop, do you still expect to rely on horse-drawn carriages to pull goods?" ”

"To put it mildly, when the railway plan was proposed, the local nobles asked themselves to build the railways in their own territories and manage them themselves, so why was such a reasonable request rejected by the prime minister? With the opening of the railway, the central government had reason to interfere with the autonomy of the local aristocracy, and even the prime minister wanted to set up a railway gendarmerie that was completely loyal to him, and openly exercised the power of law enforcement in the nobility's dominions, which was a complete violation of the sacred covenant between the emperor and the nobility. ”

Speaking of this, Eisenberg looked at Limmau with a complicated expression, and said word by word: "And His Majesty the Emperor would agree to the so-called 'glorious retirement', completely hand over power to the prime minister, and let him do whatever he wants, it is really regrettable." ”

Learmey felt a deep headache, raised his head and said loudly: "My family is just an ordinary family serving the royal family, and they have no power in politics and cannot participate in such a high-end topic. ”

Duchamp felt a greasy taste in his heart, the good school life became a sandwich cake in politics, he glanced at the silent Dietrie, and suddenly understood why he wanted to be a loner, it turned out to be to avoid suspicion.

"What is this!" Eisenberg broke another shocking news: "Those girls, except for Morgana, are said to be talents selected from the family by the prime minister's cronies, and all of them have outstanding ability to guide and resonate, and it is said that they are training talents for the railway gendarmerie in preparation." Legend has it that this department was actually a secret police set up by the Prime Minister to monitor the movements of the nobles. ”

A little star suddenly popped up on Duchamp's head, thinking of the attitude of many boys in the class towards the girls, it turned out that it was not because of their family cultivation and appearance, but because they were afraid of dealing with the secret police. I can't help but feel creepy when I think of how many outrageous things I have said and done since the beginning of school, and how many unpleasant impressions I have left on that group of girls.

Thinking that Qiao's little bastard actually punched himself for this reason, he couldn't help but spit on the ground fiercely, and said in pieces: "From now on, I will never brush that little bastard's shoes again." ”

Isaac slapped his face: "It's time to work, if the program of that group is selected, and our program is not selected, then there will be no face." ”

As soon as the enthusiastic young people were full of energy, they began to practice again.

Duchamp was fishing in troubled waters with the crowd, trying to find the harmony scale, while thinking about this unexpected chaos upset, thinking of the usual style of the reformers, and thinking of the style of the five cute masters, he couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself, the master just wanted to spend a period of innocent campus time happily, but he didn't expect that there would be so many messy things, it was really quiet and the wind did not stop.