At dusk, there was silence in the school committee room. With the exception of a few agents, only Sidney and Ingmar arrived on time among the school's instructors.

The others, for unknown reasons, are already absent.

A few empty chairs added a bit of suffocation to the whole meeting.

And after several of the trustees' agents read the briefing, they fell into a long silence.

After a long time, the old housekeeper took off his monocle, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh:

"After so many years of forbearance, is the principal finally going to do something to the school committee?"

"Ever since he was determined to fire our chosen chief. The question now is: Are we going to endure any longer?"

"You need to be safe and don't fall into his trap. ”

"No, it must be colored!" said one of them, "the Royal Academy of Music is where our ancestors set it up, and it is not the turn of an outsider to go wild." ”

"We can't back down this time. Otherwise, you will be passive. ”

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

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

The middle-aged advisor, who was the surrogate, pondered for a moment and said, "If he has a conflict with us, the royal family will definitely not favor him, and besides, if the school committee shows its attitude, I believe that Your Majesty will remain neutral." ”

The old man shook his head, "Anyway, Maxwell is the headmaster after all. ”

"Provided with. We're willing to admit it. ”

Another said coldly: "We can launch a motion of no confidence and apply for impeachment, and if we can get more than 70 percent of the votes in favor, then he doesn't want to ride on our heads again." ”

As soon as the word was spoken, everyone stopped talking.

The Royal Academy of Music has a history of hundreds of years, although there are such regulations. But the school council has always been quite restrained, and has never used this ability—the people who have served as presidents in the past have been hard to find and important figures in Congress. Especially Maxwell, this old ghost of unknown origin has always won the trust of the royal family, and he doesn't know how many secrets he has in his hands. Especially since he's still a psychopath, who knows what he can do!

If there is a real war with the headmaster, it is not within the scope of these agents.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but look behind them, in the corner of the room.

In the corner, on a hanger. A grey sparrow was staring out the window as if no one was there. From start to finish, it made no sound.

When it turned around, its eyes seemed to be like real people, quietly staring at everyone who was doing it, cold and determined.

It's the only one here who can decide.

It speaks, and its voice is steady and calm, as if narrating the truth. "Hundreds of years ago, our ancestors founded the Royal Academy of Music. And continues to this day. In place of the royal family, he has managed the cradle of future musicians, and has been in charge of it to this day.

For hundreds of years. My family and I have put a lot of resources and effort into this, and the reason why the school committee exists is to make the college better.

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

Sparrow said lightly. "If Maxwell is really determined to turn against us, then he'd better be prepared to take on the whole house. “

Hearing its words, all the agents seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. But then the sound of the sparrow made everyone nervous again.

Because he looked at Ingmar at the outermost part of the long table, his tone seemed to be pointed: "But. Before that, there's one more problem, isn't it?"

Some people understood what he meant, and their eyes became suspicious.

"Ingmar. ”

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

In an instant, those sharp eyes pierced like arrows.

Ingmar's fingers hidden under the table shook and fell into hesitation, but almost instantly, he was determined that if he confessed here, everything would be over!

From the very beginning, there is no turning back!

"Of course not!"

He pretended to be sad and indignant at those people, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you also believe that kind of nonsense and doubt my hard work?!"

"Then why didn't you report to the school committee about such results?"

Ingmar suppressed the panic in her heart, her mind raced, and she 'explained' in a hollow way: "My research has been reported to the school committee, and you can check the relevant documents for yourself. As for the results...... I—I just made an attempt, and I'm not even sure if it's true.

I only learned about the passage of the Holy City in the afternoon, and I didn't have time to report it at all. ”

The explanation made sense, the agents looked at each other, and some couldn't help but sigh: "Maxwell really caught a good time." Before we could react, the war was already going on...... He's obviously been planning for a long time, and now, is any of you still thinking about compromise?"

No one responded.

So, the old man at the head nodded, "Then, it's Maxwell's turn to pay for his presumptuousness." ”

"And the bold Oriental imp who was pushed to the front of the stage by him. Ingmar's eyes were full of viciousness: "This is where the glory of Anglo Musician lies, not where he goes wild!"

The meeting was coming to an end, and only a few details remained, and the sparrows, visibly too lazy to participate, flew from the hanger to the window, and looked back at them one last time.

"If there's anything else going on, I'll come back. Mr. Raven is concerned about this, and he must not let the House down. ”

With that, it spread its wings and left.

In the glorious sunset, even the gray wings of the sparrows seemed to glow with golden light, noble and inviolable.

Late at night, in the music history department, there was silence.

Everyone sat in the hall waiting, no one spoke, Bai Xi leaned on Lao Fei, drowsy. Lao Fei and Xia Er stared wide-eyed, and Ye Qingxuan just lowered his head and turned the Nine Heavens Ring at his fingertips.

In the long exchange of stares with Lao Fei, Charles finally felt that his eyes were over, rubbed his eyes and sighed: "It's ten o'clock, and the teacher hasn't come back yet." I don't know if the school meeting went smoothly or not. ”

"It's not going to go well. ”

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "You don't know the teacher's character, it's good to be good at words." Once you get rid of music theory, it's a bit of a problem to even go to the street to buy groceries. ”

"I know that too......" Charles' expression suddenly became a little frustrated, "but it always feels bad." ”

But not necessarily. ”

Ye Qingxuan's expression was determined: "When people who are not good at words deal with that way, there will be two main types, one is not understanding and pretending to understand, and the other is not understanding if you don't understand, no matter what you say, you don't understand."

What kind of teacher do you think you are?"

Charles smiled wryly: "Of course it's the latter. ”

So, no matter what rhetoric the school committee says, what things are brought out to pressure him, the result is the same.

The biggest possibility is: they didn't get the teacher to give in, and the teacher didn't convince them. As a result, the status quo ante can only be awkwardly maintained - both sides insist on their own words.

However, the situation did not allow Ingmar to let this situation continue, and this afternoon, the matter was already heating up on campus. Although Ingmar has many supporters, the more time passes, the more people will start to doubt him.

He had to get rid of it before it had reached a certain level of influence. ”

Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Senior brother, get ready, in the next few days, the dispute will definitely escalate further." ”

"Ingmar will stop at nothing to suppress us?"

"Why not? He has the ability. Moreover, he knew that he couldn't lose, and once he lost, he would only end up ruined. Even his old accounts will be turned over one by one.

So, he's going to get more and more frustrated......"

Ye Qingxuan picked up an apple on the table, bite after bite, and only after Xia Er was also a little hairy, did he whisper:

"But we don't have to do it. ”

Charles's eyes lit up, "Hurry up and take care of the future, is there still a three-way strategy?"

“...... Where are there so many! You might as well let me make up a hundred and eight square thieves!"

Ye Qingxuan had the urge to take the apple core to plug his throat, and after thinking about it, forget it, after all, it is not appropriate to kill at this time.

"In fact, once one thing remains the way it is and the two sides are at a stalemate, there are two outcomes. One is the end of the day, and the other is the escalation of the incident...... And now, it's up to us whether the event escalates or not. ”

"You mean...... Musicians' Guild?"

Charles hesitated, "Will it be too much trouble?"

"Why don't you make a bigger fuss?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, smiling without warmth: "Doesn't Ingmar want to be famous?

I love helping people the most. ”-

In the silence, time passed little by little.

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

His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes became stunned: "Who are you?"

"Is Ye Qingxuan here?"

In the dark night outside the door, a huge black shadow stood:

"—Let him come with me. ”――

I'm sorry, but today there are some Kavin, chapter name 222, even I started 2 myself...... (To be continued......)