Chapter 197 Let’s Go Back Together

Chapter 198 Let's go back together

"Misunderstanding?"

Ingmar sneered: "Isn't the intention of the melody just now the music theory of the forbidden school?"

"How is it possible?"

Abraham shook his head and said seriously: "I didn't teach him any battlefield music from the army, nor did I teach him any music from the forbidden faction.

It can testify to this."

As he said, he raised his steel prosthesis and showed them the seal that had never been broken.

This was a permanent shackle imposed on him by the army. Unless he obtained royal permission and amnesty, Abraham would never be able to bypass the contract.

"From the beginning to the end, I only taught him the music theory of the revelation school that I mastered and the method of interpreting ancient documents.

Ye Zi is a good student who makes people worry less. He mastered the "interpretation method" very quickly and is very talented in the revelation school.

I think he will be a good scholar in the future.

So, you may have misunderstood something."

The almost straightforward explanation belongs to Abraham's way of explaining what he has to say, but the effect is good.

After all, everyone knows that this guy who is almost dull in interpersonal relationships is the worst at lying.

Ingmar's expression suddenly became uglier.

The principal, who had been silent all this time, also stood up and gave Ingmar a final blow: "All of Abraham's lectures have been reported to me, and what he teaches is in compliance with the regulations of the college.

Ingmar, you don't have to target Abraham, and don't involve personal grudges here."

The last sentence almost accused Ingmar of not distinguishing between public and private, which changed Ingmar's expression. He forced a smile and nodded with gritted teeth.

Finally, he looked at Abraham coldly and snorted vaguely in his throat.

Interpretation?

He already fully understood what Abraham had done! That damn old bastard... He wanted to train his students to be heretics like himself!

A forbidden musician wearing the fur of the Revelation Faction?

No, maybe more than that...

What that guy said might really be right.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't teach his students any music theory of the forbidden faction or give them any music.

He has already taught him the "interpretation method" that encompasses all his experiences and insights, and laid a solid foundation for him.

The rest, he just needs to comprehend on his own...

With a little guidance, he can comprehend and master the subsequent advancement on his own. He looks like a musician of the Revelation faction, but under this disguise, he is an absolute forbidden faction!

And he is a musician killer who is not bound by any rules or agreements.

A silent musician who is free from the silent agency?

That is simply the nightmare of all musicians!

Ingmar's eyes became colder and colder: In order to get ahead, will a seemingly honest guy like this also rack his brains? "

He clenched his fists and cursed in his heart:

One day, you will be sent to the gallows, Abraham!

One day...

But the problem now is how to stop the almost harvesting speed of that oriental monster.

Fortunately, the re-change of the illusion disrupted his second round of harvesting, otherwise there might be consequences.

Now, in the conference room, the expressions of the coaches of several major colleges have become extremely ugly:

Such a ridiculous thing has never happened in the Royal Conservatory of Music for hundreds of years...

No one thought: that oriental kid, the shame of the academy, is actually a monster in human skin.

In just a few minutes, he forced all the graduates this year to lower their scores by one level!

In other words, in this year's graduation assessment, no one is destined to get an A or above rating!

If he continues...maybe all the graduates will be eliminated in the first round of trials!

"This won't work."

The big-bearded Yegor of the Change Academy frowned and silently conveyed a secret message: "He must stop."

"Stop? How to stop? "

Ludwig, the coach of the Summoning Academy, couldn't help but laugh, "We have no way to interfere with the affairs of the Requiem Boundary. Besides, he didn't cheat, so are we going to break the rules ourselves?"

Ingmar interrupted with a sinister look, "If we jointly question the fairness of this trial, it may not be impossible to call an emergency halt."

"Don't be silly, it's not enough if there are only three of us. If the coach of the Royal School is not involved, the school committee will have no way to exercise the 'veto'. "

As a faction independent of the three major colleges, the Royal School undoubtedly occupies a major position in the Royal Academy of Music.

Although the current leader Thomas is a noble, he has always been too lazy to participate in these things. If the principal had not forced a chief to be expelled last time and went too far, he would not even participate in the school committee.

Besides, after teaching Gavin, his last disciple in recent years, he has decided not to ask about the affairs of the academy, concentrate on thinking about his own destiny chapter, and prepare to impact the scepter level.

If successful, he will be the fourth saint since the birth of the academy, which is a great thing for both the Royal School and Anglu.

If they disturb him because of this kind of thing, I am afraid that the three of them will face layers of blame, and they can only get frustrated.

Hearing what they said, Ingmar couldn't help but snorted, and just asked: "Do you have a better way?

Should we let that disgrace of the academy continue to run amok? "

Another round of arguments broke out in the Whisper channel, until finally, Ludwig interrupted them.

"stop fighting!"

Ludwig glared at them and sent a message: "That oriental brat has stopped."

"Stopped?"

Ingmar was stunned and looked at the bird's eye view in disbelief.

That's right, Ye Qingxuan has really stopped. The points that were soaring like a blowout are stuck at 9,700 and are no longer moving.

As if he was tired of this kind of trial without any challenge, in the illusion that had transformed into a border town, there were no longer any terrible meteor showers falling from the sky.

The bad omen disappeared.

All the graduates couldn't help but rushed to tell each other, with tears streaming down their faces: Although the short but terrifying ten minutes of hell were finally over!

"Really, stop..."

Ingmar stared at the wandering black dot on the map, frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy:

"Is there something strange brewing again? What does he want to do?"

"I don't know." Yegor shook his head, looking confused: "It looks like... you are looking for something?"

"What is he looking for?"

"who knows."

Ludwig sighed, "But it's finally over, isn't it?"

That's right, this hellish trial is finally coming to an end.

——

Under the setting sun, the streets of the simple town were quiet.

Just like countless small towns that Ye Qingxuan has seen, its land is muddy and chickens and ducks are running everywhere. However, some chickens and ducks seem to be more afraid of him, so they turn a road and run away far away. .

The town is crude, with broken high walls and traces of fire still remaining on them.

Under the setting sun, smoke rises from every low-rise house, and the air is filled with the aroma of burning firewood and rice.

The evening sun shines warmly on people, seeming to dispel all the unhappiness and gloominess, making people's footsteps light.

Ye Qingxuan was walking in the town, constantly stopping the students he saw along the way and asking them questions. Some shook their heads, some were confused, and some thought for a while, then turned back and pointed in a vague direction. .

So Ye Qingxuan walked to the square in the center of the town.

On the square, a group of children were running and playing, holding simple toys or grabbing candies. There was mud all over his face and body, and he looked like he had gone crazy.

In the center of the group of children, a clown with oil paint on his face was dancing, laughing happily, playing with the balalaika in his hand, and singing country tunes.

"It rained heavily this morning, and the flowers fell all over the ground.

Oh, what does it matter? We are happy together..."

"We walked hand in hand, laughed and sang together and traveled. No matter it was sunny or rainy, we were happy together~"

Ye Qingxuan remembered that song as Charles's favorite children's song. It seemed like he had heard him sing it when he was drunk. When he sang it, it would make people feel very peaceful and warm.

It's like all the sadness has disappeared and flown away.

"So you are here..."

Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped in the distance, looking at the silver-haired girl with her back to him, he couldn't help but sigh softly:

During this long trial, he found almost everyone in the academy, but he could only find Bai Xi.

The mimicry of those graduates could not be hidden from Ye Qingxuan, but he had nothing to do with this little girl.

He didn't expect that she would be his biggest difficulty in this hide-and-seek situation.

Now, she was sitting on the grass, resting her chin on her palms, in a daze of boredom.

Sometimes I would raise my head and look at the children playing around, like children who were having trouble, just looking at them from a distance, but with expectant eyes.

Sometimes, Ye Qingxuan really feels that even if he finds a hundred girls who are exactly the same as Bai Xi, he can easily find her.

Because she will always be the unsociable child.

Her eyes have always been like that: stubborn and stubborn. She likes to stare directly into people's eyes, as if she wants to see clearly every lie you tell. Being rude always makes people dislike her.

If you approach, she stays away.

If you scare her...she may never talk to you again.

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, walked over quietly and stood next to her. Bai Xi saw him and looked away again.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand, and her shoulders shook a little and tightened a little.

He was stunned, the sense of accomplishment and pride in his heart disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

He scratched his hair and whispered:

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

"Um."

This was Bai Xi's low response after a long time.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand in front of her.

"Let's go back together."

Bai Xi raised his head, looked at the palm, hesitated, and after a long time nodded gently, "Yes."

She grabbed Ye Qingxuan's palm and let him pull her up from the ground, patting the dirt and dust off her body.

Finally, the broken hair tie was tied back to the scattered hair, which looked a little childish and ridiculous.

But she looks more like a little girl.

She let Ye Qingxuan hold her hand and set off on the way home.

"Don't run away when you get angry in the future." Ye Qingxuan suddenly said softly, "If I can't find you, I will be very angry."

"I know."

Bai Xi lowered her head and kicked him lightly: "You are so nagging..."