In the afternoon, in a small room.

"If he wants to be number one, let him be. ”

Gavin said this, which provoked a change in the faces of several other people, and the cadres of the student union were stunned for a moment, discussing in a low voice, their expressions full of helplessness and dissatisfaction.

"You don't want an Oriental to make a splash at the Royal Academy of Music, I can understand that – this is Anglo's glory after all. ”

Gavin said lightly: "But if you want to win, you must at least be upright, aren't you?

If we can't even look directly at the winners and losers in an upright manner, how can we talk about pursuing the great source and the truth?"

Someone hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Actually, we just need to unite all the faculties......"

"Do you need me to remind you one more thing?"

Gavin interrupted him expressionlessly, "The world is big, and there are many kinds of people. There are many classifications that have already been discussed by the sages, and I will not say much about this.

But you have to understand: no matter how many classifications there are, Ye Qingxuan definitely belongs to the most difficult kind.

The more pressure you put on him, the more terrible his backlash will be.

You've already experienced this, haven't you?"

Gavin's words silenced everyone in the room, and they couldn't help but want to smile bitterly:

Indeed, did they not realize enough of it? For several months, instead of being pushed out under pressure, the Oriental man was getting higher and higher with their strength.

And he's definitely not the kind of person who likes to tolerate, and every time he feels offended, he slaps him back. It's fast, it's hard, and it hurts.

Until now...... They had nothing to do with him.

Cullen shook his head and sighed. "Are we going to sit idly by?"

"Why not?" asked Gavin, rhetorically, "If the rules of the contest are followed, then he doesn't deserve to be number one?"

"But ......"

"There's nothing to do, he deserves it, isn't it?

Gavin shook his head slightly, his expression becoming serious. Looking around at everyone present, he raised his voice:

"I will officially leave the school and graduate in a month, and the student council will also be taken over by Karen, his work ability and contribution to the school, everyone can see, and the people here have no other opinions, right?"

Gavin's words stunned everyone, and Karen didn't react until a few minutes later, pointing at himself in astonishment: "Me?"

They didn't expect that the person Gavin chose turned out to be his deputy, Karen. Cullen has long been accustomed to the position of deputy. I never thought that one day I would succeed as student president.

"I ...... No way, right?" Karen hesitated.

"Wasn't I far inferior to you when I first took office?"

Gavin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Those who are here are the elites of the Royal Academy of Music, the backbone of the student union. With so many people, there will be no problems, don't worry. ”

"I'm going to report to the Royal Orchestra in the evening, so let's leave it at that. ”

He got up and put on his coat. Put on his hat and bow slightly to everyone in the room. "I hope that everyone can unite as we did when I was there to continue to maintain those good orders.

- Do not let the glory be dusted. ”

"Don't let glory be dusted!"

The young men stood up, chanting the Academy's motto, and watched Gavin depart, respectfully.

Gavin smiled and turned away, stepping out into the afternoon sun.

Fade away—

As the afternoon sun gradually sets. The light of the setting sun shines through.

And the school anniversary has finally come to an end.

Just after a series of strange unfolds and unexpected mental shocks, the hellish trial that tested everyone's will and heart is finally coming to an end.

It's really gratifying, and everyone is dreaming of the beauty of a peaceful life. With a happy smile on his face, it was as if he was celebrating all over the world.

If it were in the East, this group of students would definitely set off a few firecrackers to celebrate, and by the way, send a disaster star.

In the auditorium, everyone sat solemnly in their seats, waiting for the final moment, but there was a relaxed and happy atmosphere in front of each other.

On the podium, the school leaders were talking about some nonsense that sounded powerful but was actually useless, while backstage, Ye Qingxuan was nervously dressing up and rarely put on a formal dress.

Xia Er pulled suddenly, his tie tightened, and Ye Qingxuan suddenly had a feeling of being on the gallows.

"Senior brother, do you want to strangle me?"

"Seriously, you're going to have to go on stage to receive the award later. ”

Charles applied a thick layer of hair wax to his head, combing his hair into a large, strange-looking back with a bare forehead.

He looked at the young man's uncomfortable appearance, and said solemnly: "Wait a minute, the principal will give you the award in person, don't be nervous, Yezi." ”

"Who do you think I was made to look like this?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed, "Moreover, the principal is just a principal, it's not like I haven't seen it." ”

Charles raised his eyebrows, "This friend, you pretend to be like when I was younger. ”

"Hehe, it's all senior brother, you teach well. ”

"Each other, each other. ”

The two slut brothers began to praise and compliment them on a daily basis, unaware that the people around them had quietly distanced themselves, pretending not to know them.

"Senior brother, have you noticed that the people around you don't want to pay attention to us anymore?"

"Really?"

Charles looked around and laughed, "Maybe I'm jealous of our beauty." ”

Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

Just when the two were talking, a call suddenly came from the direction of the front desk, and the students working in the background were waving vigorously, reminding him that the time for him to play had come.

And at the front desk, the principal can't wait.

"Where's our number one, where is Chief Ye?"

He whistled happily, without the slightest hint of emotion: "It is beyond my expectation that an international student from the East can win first place in the anniversary trial at the Royal Conservatory of Music in Anglo. All students should also work hard, don't be left too far!"

“......”

There was a bleak silence in the audience, obviously because of the fact that the self-esteem had been completely hit again. Right behind the headmaster. The expressions of the instructors of several faculties have also become not very pretty—but it can't be helped, it is so.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his scalp was a little numb, and he hadn't received the award yet, so how could he feel this full resentment.

"Come, boy, come to me. ”

The principal took Ye Qingxuan over with a big grin. Looking up and down, as if looking at some rare treasure, after a long time, he suddenly sighed regretfully.

"It's a pity that you're wearing a Western-style dress, and your hairstyle is terrible, your barber is so fateful that he hasn't been killed until now." ”

He shook his head and sighed, making Ye Qingxuan embarrassed for a while, and glared fiercely at Xia Er who was hiding behind the backstage curtain.

Maxwell patted the boy on the shoulder. He said with emotion: "To be honest, I am still looking forward to your oriental attire, wide robe and big sleeves, gentlemanly style, exotic style is intoxicating! However, an oriental silkworm mother once gave me a black robe, do you want to try it?"

At this, he blinked. looked at Ye Qingxuan expectantly, wishing that he would nod immediately.

"Uh......" Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while: "Forget it." I've been here at Anglo since I was very young, and I'm afraid I don't look good even if I wear it. ”

"Yes? That's a shame. Maxwell shook his head regretfully, and said seriously: "The East is a good place, you should go there." ”

"Ahem. ”

In the back, Sigma coughed under his breath and motioned for the headmaster to stop procrastinating. Hurry up and finish the award.

I don't know if Sigma's prayers worked, or if the headmaster finally had enough, coughed twice, and finally stopped talking about any moths, just clapped his hands. So, solemn music played.

Right next to the podium, two young girls in long white dresses and holding silver platters walked up to the stage with a smile on their faces, and the medallion of the young man was still a proof.

I have to say that the old pervert of the principal still has a good eye, and the two girls hired Tingting to come forward, and their delicate bodies loom under the white long skirt, attracting the attention of most people.

After careful makeup, the upper cheeks have a delicate beauty, like oriental porcelain, flawless, a little red lips like fire, which is heartwarming.

In Charles's words, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

In the midst of the music, the principal smiled and took the lead in applauding, and soon, the audience also burst into applause.

Just behind the headmaster, among the coaches who acted as the background, Ludwig clapped merrily as if nothing had happened. Although Yegor was reluctant, he also reluctantly clapped his hands twice, which can be regarded as an affirmation of the first place.

Seeing that everyone applauded, Sigma glanced at Ye Qingxuan, couldn't help but sneer, hung up a smile and didn't smile, and applauded.

But at the moment when he was about to present the award to the teenager, the principal's movements paused, as if he remembered something, and suddenly slapped his forehead:

"Oh, look at my broken memory!

There's another very important event I forgot to mention!"

The atmosphere froze for a moment, the melody stopped, and everyone looked at the headmaster on the stage in astonishment.

The headmaster, on the other hand, blinked his eyebrows, as if he had picked up two lapis gold bars on the road, and was happily following something.

Seeing him look so happy, all of a sudden, everyone had a subtle premonition in their hearts: There won't be any demon moths again, right?

God forbid.

Although I don't know if God is blessing, this time, what he said finally doesn't sound like bad news.

On the contrary, everyone was caught off guard by this surprise.

He said, "I just received the news this morning that one of our outstanding teachers, who had been inspired by years of hard work, had solved the famous problem of the industry: the last volume of the Voynich Manuscripts!"

In the long silence, the audience fell silent.

The students who did not know the Voynich Manuscript, which had plagued all the apocalyptic musicians around the world for decades, looked left and right in bewilderment, and the students who knew were speechless in shock.

The contents of the last volume of the Voynich Manuscript, cracked?

In the past hundred years, there has been no progress except for bits and pieces, and even Miss Lola Kraft, who is known as the master of the new generation, said that "if there is no progress in music theory in a few decades, I am afraid that it will not be possible to crack the last volume". It was actually deciphered?

Once this news spreads, the whole world of apocalyptic musicians will surely be ecstatic.

Not only because of the ancient history contained in the Voynich manuscripts, but also because the method of deciphering it was enough to take a big step forward in the music theory of the enlightened musicians!

There is no doubt that this will also create a new storm in the academic community - they seem to see a theoretical revolution coming!

In the long silence, everyone stared nervously at the headmaster, making sure he wasn't joking.

And in the dark corner behind the headmaster. Sigma's heart sank, and he felt at a loss: he didn't understand why Maxwell knew in advance even the news he had just received before he came here would be announced at the Holy City Conference two months later!

He subconsciously glanced at the crowd and quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the damn guy hadn't shown up.

"Rest assured, I'm not kidding this time. ”

And as everyone watched, Maxwell pulled out a thin scroll of manuscripts from his bosom and waved his hand.

"This achievement has been recognized by the Holy City. The scholars of the Senate called it a bold and innovative way of interpretation, the rise of a shining morning star!

The last volume of the Voynich Scroll has been cracked without a doubt!

In the near future, the Holy City will ring the bell of the sages, announcing another great breakthrough and progress in music theory to the whole world!

Heck, he's so low-key, and if it weren't for the fact that I have a lot of acquaintances and friends inside the church, even I wouldn't know that he could achieve such great results in obscurity!

Let's applaud and celebrate the tremendous work of this teacher!"

He paused. Suddenly pulled out the unprepared coach behind him:

"—Congratulations, Mr. Ingmar!"

Moment. Ingmar was caught off guard and was dragged under the light, her face faintly pale,

In the silence, before he could say anything, he only had time to squeeze out a hasty smile, and there was a roaring applause from the audience. The sound was like a tsunami, and the applause and cheers almost overturned the entire auditorium.

Isn't it ten times louder than just now?

Amid the applause, Sigma's mood gradually stabilized, calmed down, and smiled. Just waved his hand reservedly and nodded.

It's just that he didn't see the silent white-haired boy behind him.

The boy pondered, looking at his slightly trembling calves, and his brow slowly furrowed.

In his eyes, a haze gradually emerged-

"I'm sorry. ”

The boy's lips opened and closed, and he murmured silently.

Just when everyone was not paying attention, he raised his toes slightly, stepped on the skirt of the lady beside him, and quietly pulled back sharply.

On the podium, the shoulders of the smiling girl slammed.

She stumbled for a moment, involuntarily took a step back, and then, the heels under her feet rubbed against the floor, she lost her balance, and the silver plate in her hand came out of her hand and flew into the sky.

And she, already falling backwards.

In front of everyone's eyes, there was an exclamation.

Momentary weightlessness, when she found out that she was falling, she couldn't help but scream and closed her eyes in fear. But at that moment, she felt someone step forward and reach out to help her waist.

Her fall came to an abrupt end.

The force of the fall swirled with a gentle push, like a dance move, her long white dress unfolded in the flutter, and the silver threads embedded in the hem reflected the light, refracting the bright and sparkling light.

It's like a pure white peony.

She froze.

She felt the palm of her hand hold herself so that she didn't fall to the ground.

As if flying in the clouds, she felt her cheek pressed against the gown, clinging to the strange chest, and a steady heartbeat and heat came from the chest, so that she was no longer afraid, and the screams were silenced.

In the awkward silence, she timidly opened her eyes and saw the white-haired boy in front of her. The boy held her soft waist with one hand, and caught the silver plate and medallion that fell from the sky with the other.

And the young, stiff face was looking down at her, and her panicked expression was reflected in her dark eyes. The slightly hoarse voice is full of softness:

"You're alright. ”

The girl's face was faintly pink, she shook her head slightly, supported him to stand up, and regained her dignified posture, but her eyes could not return to the indifference and grace just now.

In the middle of the roundabout, Ingmar was staggered, he turned around and glared at Ye Qingxuan fiercely, annoyed that he interrupted himself to enjoy the applause of the students.

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan ignored it, he just lowered his head, picked up the manuscript that had just been 'accidentally' swept to the ground from the principal's hand, and patted the dust on it:

"Ah, sorry, I even touched the manuscript. ”

Ingmar's expression stiffened, and he reached out to take the manuscript from the young man's hand, but saw Ye Qingxuan casually open the manuscript as if he had no intention, and his eyes swept over the pages.

He reached out and grabbed the thin roll in the boy and tried to pull it out, but found that it didn't move, as if he was grasping something embedded in the rock.

The boy's movements also stopped.

He looked at the manuscript in his hand, as if frozen and motionless.

As his thumb was released, the curved pages bounced up quickly, page by page flashing in front of him, and the fleeting handwriting barely left an afterimage.

Page after page, page after page, full of déjà vu, so familiar.

Until finally, the boy raised his head.

But his eyes changed.

In the pitch-black pupils, there was only pitch black.

There was no reflection, no anger, as if anything had been swallowed up by something hidden in the darkness. So in the end, only pure darkness remains.

Being stared at by those eyes, Ingmar was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but take a step back, and soon, her eyes became gloomy, and she forced herself to calm down.

"Hey, Ingmar. ”

The young man suddenly asked softly, "Wouldn't you be afraid to walk at night if you did something wrong?"

"What do you mean?" Ingmar frowned.

"It means ......"

Under the boy's dress, his fists clenched, and his muscles collapsed. Beneath the cuffs, the muscles tensed, like a bowstring, and a furious aftermath sounded.

With the fist, it smashed into that damn face:

"—You bastard who has lost the dignity of a musician!" (To be continued......)