Boom!

In an instant, the entire auditorium fell silent.

In the audience, everyone had not reacted at all, and in the last moment, the teenager helped up the girl who fell to the ground, and in the next second, he suddenly smashed his fist into Ingmar.

In the midst of the exclamation, Ingmar's eyes changed, panic and anger were mixed, and he subconsciously chanted secret words in his mouth, but his face turned pale, and he almost lost control of the ether.

Thankfully, the shield he was carrying was activated, and the repulsive force field blocked the boy's fist. But the force of the shock also caused him to stagger to the ground.

With a crisp sound, the skin of Ye Qingxuan's finger cracked and opened a scar, but he didn't care about it at all, just took a step forward, chased and slammed into Ingmar's shield almost frantically.

Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground, frightened by Ye Qingxuan's frantic appearance, and forgot to resist.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In the silence, there was only the sound of breaking like a hammer hitting a shield, and it wasn't until Ye Qingxuan tried to break the shield for the fourth time that he was suddenly pulled away by the person next to him.

"Enough!"

Yegor frowned, snorted angrily, the young man's movements were shocked, and a pair of huge shackles and stone rings suddenly appeared on his limbs, unable to move.

But he glared angrily at Ingmar, who had risen from the ground, and roared hoarsely:

"Speak, Ingmar, you bastard!"

Seeing that he was powerless, Ingmar's flustered mind calmed down, and she couldn't help but snort coldly and slapped the dust off her body:

"Keep your demeanor, classmate Ye, don't be like a mad dog, you don't even know how to be polite. ”

"Leaf, calm down. The stunned Xia Er also rushed up from the backstage and grabbed Ye Qingxuan: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed angrily. He threw the blood-stained manuscript into his hand, "See for yourself." ”

Xia Er took the manuscript and read it quickly, the speed was only faster than Ye Qingxuan, but before he had read half of it, he suddenly raised his head: "That's not right." This is...... Interpretation?"

He finally understood, the smile on his face was gone, and he just looked at Ingmar angrily: "Mr. Ingmar, where did you get the theory in this?!"

"Enough!"

Ingmar growled. "Is it your turn to question me? I haven't held you accountable for assaulting teachers......!

"What's wrong, you're scared?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered and raised his voice: "Are you afraid that I will expose your true colors?" Or do you ......?"

"That's enough! Shut these two guys......"

Ingmar almost screamed, interrupting his voice, but Ye Qingxuan's voice overpowered him. Like a piece of iron roaring in friction, with a fury that condenses into substance:

"Or are you afraid that everyone will know that your so-called academic achievements, your great breakthroughs - all of them are plagiarism!!

There was a dead silence.

In an instant, everyone looked at Ingmar, and soon, at the two angry teenagers, thinking of their teacher. It seemed to understand something, but it fell into an even greater confusion.

Plagiarism?Did Ingmar really copy someone else's work?

If that's true. Then definitely one of the biggest scandals the Royal Academy of Music has ever had!

Feeling the subtle changes in the eyes of those people, Ingmar's expression suddenly turned iron-blue, and the poison in her eyes was almost full of it.

"Ye Qingxuan, this is the Great Hall, not a place for you to make a big fuss!" he gritted his teeth and whispered, "What interpretation." I've never heard of it!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, smiling extremely softly, but it made people's hearts cold inexplicably.

He raised his hand, and Charles tacitly unfolded the manuscript and placed it in his hand. He dragged the shackles and stone rings that bent his spine forward. The pupils stared at that face:

"Could you then explain to me how you managed to sort out the context of the last chapter of the Voynich manuscript when all the text of the Dark Ages had not been sorted out at this stage?"

He took a step forward and asked, "In the language, how is the distinction between feminine, masculine, or neutral among the nouns of matter, and by what method is the conjugation of verbs obtained?"

"What kind of music theory did you use to interpret the artificial language of this dark age? And where is the important logic of this kind of writing, which is called a cryptographic language?"

"What is the reference?"

"Where's the inspiration?"

"When did the breakthrough happen?"

Just as Ye Qingxuan was approaching step by step, Ingmar gritted her teeth and was silent, but Ye Qingxuan's voice became higher and higher, until finally, like a roar, which made everyone's eardrums ache:

"Why are you so quietly reporting to the Holy City? Are you afraid that others will know about your achievements before the Holy City Assembly? Are you afraid that others will find out that your so-called achievements have been stolen from someone else's heart!

Ingmar, why do you retreat? Why are you silent?

Why don't you even dare to resist in the face of a student like me?

- Why don't you even dare to say a word?!"

Ingmar's expression twitched, glaring at him with a tear.

His worst fears finally happened.

If two months later, at the Holy City Conference, his results can be published, and when the time comes, he will be able to occupy the position of the grandmaster logically, and at that time, whether it is Abraham or Ye Qingxuan, they will be just clowns, not enough to worry about.

But, but ...... Why could such a neurotic principal get the inside information in advance, and why would it be publicized on such a fateful occasion?

Why was it caught by this damn white-haired mongrel?

Why are you being questioned by this damn guy?

It's ...... It's ......

It's just abominable!

For a while, he was in a state of confusion, he was at a loss, and he was forced by Ye Qingxuan step by step, and he could hardly get off the stage.

"What is your identity?" he squeezed out his voice from between his teeth: "A little ghost who doesn't understand anything, not even a formal musician, is worthy of questioning me?!"

"So, how about a different qualification?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "For example, the musicians association will conduct the review?"

In an instant, Ingmar's complexion changed greatly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in the viciousness in his eyes: "You have committed enough offenses today, Ye Qingxuan ......"

"Oh, why did you suddenly quarrel?"

Suddenly, a figure in the diagonal circle stood up and stopped in front of him just right, with a dazed and confused face that seemed unpretentious.

It is the headmaster who has been 'gone' for a long time.

"Oh, it was my mistake, my lack of consideration, I didn't expect it to cause such a fierce conflict. It seems that everyone still has some controversy about Teacher Ingmar's achievements, friendly discussions, friendly exchanges.

You have to be friendly. ”

He uttered unapologetic words as he suppressed all aether fluctuations without a trace, taking control away from everyone.

"Let's talk about this later, and we must find a solution carefully, seriously, and seriously at the teachers' meeting in the evening. ”

The principal's mouth never mentioned any Ingmar's plagiarism and Ye Qingxuan's offensive attack just now, as if he was blind, and he didn't see Ingmar's gloomy expression and the blood on Ye Qingxuan's fingertips, but just smiled kindly, as if he was a kind parent, wanting to eliminate the contradictions between his back.

"Okay, Ye Qingxuan, don't make trouble. ”

Maxwell patted him on the shoulder lightly, as if it meant something: "Things in the school, you can't always make trouble with the musicians' association, right? That's too exaggerated."

If this continues, what will be the face of the school committee?"

As he spoke, he kept hanging the badge on Ye Qingxuan, and forcibly stuffed the certificate into his hand, so that the award ceremony was completed.

"Remember to report to the big library tomorrow morning, there is still a big prize waiting for you to get it. He patted Ye Qingxuan's shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"I promise, it's going to surprise you. ”

"As for Mr. Ingmar......"

He paused, and looked at Ingmar with a look of schadenfreude:

"I think he must have had a lot to explain to the school committee. (To be continued......)