"The following pre-selection is a duet program of Class A of the first year of the Department of Conducting: The Last Rose in Summer."

Learmour walked up to the stage, bowed to the judges, and then walked to the piano, at this time his slightly chubby figure seemed to have turned into a kind of nobility.

The piano sounded melodiously, playing a sigh-like prelude. As if echoing, on the opposite side of the stage, a pleasant mandolin rang, and a silhouette from the side slowly plucked the strings, expressing a romantic attachment. Look at the silver hair and silhouette, you know that it is Duchamp.

Mandolins, harps and pianos began to join in, and Isaac, who had the most pleasant voice, began to lead the singing: "The last rose of summer, still blooming in solitude." The musicians came out one after another, sighing and saying, "Open alone, withered alone." ”

"All her beautiful companions have withered and died; There was no more flower by her side, reflecting her crimson face, sighing and sorrowing with her. A faintly melancholy tune sounded in the auditorium.

Duchamp played his voice hard, and while following the harmony, he thought to himself that Lilmu's musical talent was really good, and the adaptation seemed to be much more pleasant to the ear than the original sound.

"I don't want to see you continue to be miserable, left alone on the branches; Since your lovely companions are asleep, why don't you go with them? So I gently scattered your fragrant petals on the flower bed, and let you be reunited with your dear companions, and buried in the fragrant earth. ”

Tears glistened in the eyes of the female judges.

This unique group did not line up in a row as a regular chorus, but each found a place to slowly swing and play the instruments as slowly as possible to the music. Duchamp once said: "Just show what you think is the most handsome and romantic, and don't care what other people think." ”

"When the golden ring of the lover loses the brilliance of the gem, when the precious friendship withers, I am willing to go with you. When the heart of the faithful is haggard, and my dear son is dead, who will live alone in this bleak world. ”

At the end of the song, Learmu politely stood up for the curtain call, and saw the teachers and girls of the music club who were the judges applauding excitedly, thinking: "Sure enough, as Stellary said, romance is an invincible killer feature." ”

There is no suspense, "The Last Rose in Summer" was selected for the Midsummer Festival.

After that, another group of dramas in Class A also performed on stage, and Duchamp watched the beginning, but his mouth never closed.

This is not the boring prince and Cinderella, but the Semria's version of "Nora's Exodus", which can be called a revolutionary drama with ideas and connotations, set in a story of an aristocratic family under the leadership of the prime minister, and the conflict between the children who support innovation and the conservative parents, at first glance, is a script sketched out by the performers themselves.

Classmate playing the father: "Someday, you will realize how childish your actions today are, how ridiculous your faith is, wake up quickly, my daughter." ”

The classmate who played the daughter: "No, I'm more awake than ever, father, the storm is coming, and I can only hide at home like a canary and learn to sing." ”

Duchamp listened to these familiar conversations, looked at the unfamiliar stage and costumes, and quietly fled from the auditorium with a nosebleed.

Duchamp's time was very expensive. The check for a million miras that Dietrie had given him turned into a large quantity of steel and other materials ordered from Serta's father, and the material drawers of the deportator were stuffed to the brim, and 500 Wolf Zero tactical detractors were waiting for Duchamp to make one by one.

In order to speed things up, Duchamp added several pendants to the guide workbench. Both the alloy shield and the staff of power took a long time to make, and Duchamp was eager to spend twenty-four hours in the warehouse to get to work.

One day before the Midsummer Festival, Duchamp hid in the warehouse all night before finally making the guiding staff. This guide staff is small and exquisite, simple in appearance, about 60 cm long, it is a one-handed staff, but the effect is not simple, increasing spell damage by 350 points, spell condensation growth rate by 30%, and using the staff can directly release magic missiles. When not in use, it can even be tucked into the sleeve.

The equipment of the other hand, Duchamp made an equally small alloy shield, this alloy shield can resist vital attacks, can also be used as a weapon in close combat, and can also activate the guide shield when it is critical, expanding the protective area of the shield to be enough to protect Duchamp's whole body. Duchamp equipped the staff, carefully looked at his attributes, the spell attack doubled, Duchamp held the staff, couldn't put it down, and thought: "The gap between casting spells with bare hands and equipping weapons to cast spells is really huge." ”

After so many days of hard work, finally getting all his weapons and equipment, Duchamp was full of joy, and sleepily touched towards the dormitory, ready to sleep a little.

At the door of the dormitory, he unexpectedly meets Eric.

"Stellory, I'd like to talk to you if you're free."

"I'm really afraid of something." Duchamp, whose eyelids were about to stick together, thought depressedly, and said, "Today is the Midsummer Festival, and the afternoon and evening are very busy, can we talk about it another day." ”

"It only takes up a short amount of your time." Eric insisted.

"Okay, squad leader, let's just stand on the side of the road and say casually, I woke up too early in the morning and wanted to get some sleep in a hurry."

Eric said helplessly, "Okay. ”

Standing in the grove by the side of the road, Eric said, "Styry, is there some misunderstanding between us?" ”

As soon as he heard this line, Duchamp's eyes widened with anger and he was completely sleepy. You can eat whatever you want, you can't talk nonsense, how to listen to this and how ambiguous. He shuddered and said, "Squad leader, don't say that, how can there be any misunderstanding between us." ”

Eric asked, "I think since the end of May, you have deliberately avoided all the students in your class, and you have reverted to the solitary personality you had when the school started, why is that?" ”

"No, I'm on duty on time, and I go normally after class."

After saying this sentence with a weak heart, Duchamp thought in his heart: "It's not easy to open a small workshop, no matter how much you hide it, you will be discovered." ”

Seeing that Duchamp didn't talk, Eric continued: "I see that you have been in a daze in class recently, and the eyes of your classmates have changed. ”

Duchamp was taken aback and asked, "Has there been a change?" How I don't think. ”

Eric affirmed, "I think you see everyone in the class getting cold, even Learmour and Dietrie." ”

Duchamp gasped sharply in his heart, the young master really couldn't hide things, such a little psychological reaction could be seen.

Eric saw that Duchamp did not speak, and asked inquiringly: "Did Eisenberg say something to you that made you misunderstand me and everyone?" ”

Duchamp snorted coldly, and said with his nostrils raised to the sky: "As a top student, the pressure is huge, in order to ensure that the final exam creates another miracle, I only sleep four hours a day, and get up at 5 o'clock in the morning to endorse, the goal is to strive for another eight perfect scores in the final exam." You say that I am indifferent or selfish, this is the price of being a top student, you have to be conscious, for the fate of your final exam. With that, he turned and walked away.

Eric looked at Duchamp's distant back, his heart was full of astonishment, as a victim who had been fooled by Duchamp's words many times, he vaguely understood in his heart that Duchamp was not telling the truth.