In the early morning, the mist condensed and fell on the branches, sparse and cold, like rain in the fog.

In the early morning bells, the early students came and went, and when they noticed the two teenagers walking silently on the road, they stopped and bowed their heads.

"Good morning, Chief Ye. ”

"Good morning. ”

"Chief Ye has a good day. ”

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 today they have a small suitcase in their hands.

The small box hung in the boy's hand, swaying with his steps, like a small school bag.

Although Xia Er beside him did not smile, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be in a good mood, and he still had room to respond to the greetings of the students along the road, humming a nursery rhyme that he didn't know where he learned.

"Lalala, lala, lalala~"

But the singing voice was not pleasant, but carried him hoarse as always, like the cold sound of the wind lingering in the long night, blowing from the darkness, making the heart chill.

With the sound of the song, the manuscripts in the box also collided, making a rattling sound, like a faint tidal sound.

The sound was small, but it was so far away that the students on both sides got out of the way and watched them depart with complicated eyes.

As the music history department burned in the flames, overnight, rumors spread.

Although it may seem like an accident, almost everyone seems to understand what happened, including some conspiracy theorists who believe it was self-directed, but many who sympathize with it.

But empathy doesn't work.

You can't eat it as food, you can't drink it as water, and you can't use it as a quilt cover when it's cold. Sympathy is just sympathy, alas. Anger is more than anger.

It can give birth to more things.

"You guys go to the Musicians' Guild?" Cullen asked.

In the square, the next student president, who had 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 change our route to the student union." ”

Karen's expression became more and more bitter: "Yesterday, the school committee ordered the discipline of discipline, change and summoning the academy is now busy. Some teachers of the Royal School also talked to me...... Sorry, we can't help you much. ”

"Yes? That's a shame. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders as if he was 'regretful': "Then let's go to the Musicians Association." ”

"Why bother getting to that point, once you report it to the Musicians Association, it's going to get a big deal. Karen suddenly became even more entangled, "You are all too extreme, take a step back, in fact, the matter can be solved." Why do you want to do it?"

Ye Qingxuan just patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "If Brother Stool was here, he would definitely not say such things to me, do you know why?"

“......”

Cullen was stunned. Ye Qingxuan smiled.

Because he knew that the world would never be as beautiful as he thought. ”

He walked past Karen in astonishment and continued towards the school gates.

Take a step back?

Don't talk nonsense, this seemingly fair approach is the biggest mockery of fairness.

From the moment the music history department was burned to ashes, he had no intention of leaving himself any way out - and there would be no way out.

Otherwise he can't help but spit on himself.

In the early morning, the sun gradually rose, but the boy's smile gradually faded, leaving only indifference. It's like a reckless ice field.

In front of him, the school gate slowly opened. The massive iron door entwined with copper branches and hematite roses rubbed against the ground, and behind it, in the academy's bell tower, the final bell rang out.

The bells rang like a tidal wave, washing away the last shred of mist.

The rising sun shone brightly, illuminating the teenagers in front of the school gate. And his white hair with a metallic sheen.

Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan's whole body tightened, and he felt creepy, as if something cold was sticking to him behind him, about to penetrate his limbs.

That inexplicable premonition brought his movements to an abrupt halt. Stiffened in place.

The sense of crisis echoed in my heart, and it became stronger and stronger.

With a hand on his shoulder, the palm of his hand weighing down the uneasiness in his heart, Charles stared at the bustling street across from the school and the people drinking morning tea in the café.

Finally, his gaze fell on a figure in the window, and he became cautious.

"Leaf, it's Ingmar. ”

In the café window, the figure had his back to them, leaning back in a chair. The waiter held a silver plate and served him coffee, which was of the finest varieties from the Asgardian Sea, and was steaming with heat.

And a newspaper that had just arrived.

The newspaper unfolded, and Ingmar looked down at the news, as if unaware of the school gate in the distance behind her, and the two teenagers.

But in the hearts of Ye Qingxuan and Xia Er, the uneasy omen became more and more obvious.

The sugar cube fell into the coffee, one piece, two pieces......

Every piece fell like a boulder pressing on their hearts, overwhelming them.

Obviously, they are only one step away from the school gate, but at this moment, they have no reason, no foundation, and no basis...... Fear was felt.

I feel that the world outside the school gate is full of crises.

But there was nothing there, only a warning:

-- That's it.

Ye Qingxuan was silent, he understood what Ingmar meant:

If there was still a little room for maneuver in the conflict between them before this, then if he insisted on going to the Musicians' Guild and taking this step here, it would be only you who lived or died.

Ingmar will use all possible power to strangle herself and pinch to death this Oriental Chief who has been in the way for too long.

Maybe immediately, maybe at some time when I was caught off guard, maybe after stepping out of the school gate, a dark carriage would rush out and run itself over on this road......

So, don't get obsessed.

Turn back now.

"Turn back?"

Ye Qingxuan seemed to understand what he meant, and sneered softly: I don't dare to kill me, and I don't want to admit plagiarism, do you really think you just need to scare me. I'm going to slump on the ground and go home?

It's a pity that this world is not as beautiful as you think.

"Dream your dreams!"

Staring at his back, Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, raised his steps in the viscous air like glue, and fell towards the world outside the school gate.

Syllable!

There was a hallucinatory softness.

The boy stepped out the door with one foot. All the sense of crisis and depression dissipated, like an illusion.

Nothing happened.

It's like nothing happened before that.

It was just that for a moment, Ingmar lowered her eyes.

In those ice-blue eyes, there was a dark reflection of the starry sky. The stars move with a chilling murderous intent.

In the movement of the stars, the two figures were reflected as they were fading away, and all kinds of invisible silk threads were wound around them, connecting their vital points.

It seems that as long as they pull at will, they will be like puppets off the line. Fall to pieces.

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 then suppressed several times, but after all, he didn't start.

"Snort, the lust is very inward. ”

There seemed to be a soft sneer from a young man in the wind.

And in Ingmar's hand, the flat newspaper had been crumpled at some point.

"Sir, sir......"

Beside him. The waiter asked with some uneasiness, "Is the coffee not to taste?"

Ingmar picked up her coffee with a blank face and took a sip. Frow and put it down.

"It's so sweet. He said, "Another glass." ”

As if pardoned, the waiter picked up his coffee and hurried away.

Ingmar refolded the newspaper in her hand, and in just a few seconds, the ink on it was already dim and dull, as if hundreds of years had passed.

He narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be talking to something.

"It's me, Ingmar, that's right, I'll leave this matter to you......

An hour later, the second floor of the Musicians' Guild. Someone leaned over the railing and looked at the long line below, and when they saw the two teenagers, a mocking smile appeared on their faces.

"Don't worry. ”

He whispered to the alchemy communicator in his hand: "I have already arranged it, two little ghosts, and there is no wind and waves." Let them go today. ”

Behind him, the hall guard of the guild climbed the stairs and stood respectfully behind him, rubbing his hands: "Mr. Leo, you called me?"

"Well, there's something I please. ”

Leo patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the two teenagers in the crowd downstairs: "Keep an eye on them, and if they make trouble for a while, get me out."

Mr. Bayer is busy today, and I don't want anything to disturb our meeting later, understand?"

"I see. The guard laughed knowingly: "If they make trouble, don't think about joining the musicians' association for three months." ”-

Just downstairs, half an hour later, the long queue finally came to an end.

"It's done soon, senior brother, if you don't want to wait, you might as well wait for me a little. ”

Ye Qingxuan patted Xia Er on the shoulder, Xia Er sighed, put away his impatient expression, squeezed out a smile, and handed the form in his hand to the clerk behind the desk.

The clerk seemed to be telling some joke to the colleague next to him, and after whispering for a long time, several people couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

After chatting, he picked up their form nonchalantly, and soon, impatiently, threw it back.

"Your form is in the wrong format, there should be additional information here, why did you just write it in? And here, and here, I should fill it in. ”

He pointed to a few places on the form, his eyes irritated: "Did you listen to me just now?" Why did you fill in three times and still haven't filled in correctly, just waste your time, don't delay others." ”

Charles's expression twitched, Ye Qingxuan pressed his shoulder, and squeezed out a smile towards the clerk: "I'm sorry, we'll change it immediately." ”

"No, you have to fill it in again. ”

The clerk glanced at him: "The form must not have any traces of modification, and pay attention to writing, your font is obviously not standard." Which teacher did you hand in your writing?"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, glanced at the smooth writing style of the Holy City's official on the form, and nodded with anger: "You're right, I'll change it again." ”

"Your business, concentrate on yourself, don't keep being reminded. Do you still want to do something with this attitude?"

The clerk gave him a dismissive look, waved his hand, and motioned for the next one.

Ye Qingxuan almost forcibly dragged Xia Er aside, calming his emotions that were about to explode. At the place where the form was filled, someone noticed their appearance and showed a sympathetic look.

"You're new here, aren't you?" )