Just above the long street, a speeding carriage suddenly stopped and then disappeared, revealing the young man behind it.
And the stunned group of people behind him.
“Styling mistake.”
Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "Whose carriage can run so smoothly and fast with unusually large wheels?"
He passed through the stunned phantoms left by the graduates, continued forward, and then took a photo of a sign on the roadside.
"F*ck!" the signboard screamed, then turned into light and disappeared.
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him sideways and said, "The perspective effect is completely wrong. I'll go back and practice again. How disabled can a carpenter be to make such a sign?"
He continued to move forward and slapped the school badge on a street lamp. He looked up at the street lamp and sighed helplessly:
"If you speak with your conscience, where are the street lamps that look like chimneys?"
The street lamp flickered, and before he could speak, it turned into light and disappeared, leaving only a faint and dissipated cry: "Is it wrong for me to be fat..."
Ye Qingxuan continued to move forward, but the group of sluggish students behind him had turned into zombies, following step by step, almost losing the ability to think.
what happened
What happened
Why did this world suddenly become so evil? Where is the teacher? Something seems not quite right...
While everyone was staring at him, Ye Qingxuan suddenly stopped in his steps and turned back towards the crowd. There was a disturbance among the students and they quickly made way for him. But I saw him turn right and walk into a cafe.
The enthusiastic waiter came to us: "Can I order anything?"
Ye Qingxuan pushed him away and walked in with a confused look.
Just outside the window, everyone could see clearly that Ye Qingxuan passed through the bar, the living room, and finally stopped in the corner, looking up at the oil painting in front of him as if he was saying something.
The oil painting remained motionless and silent.
Ye Qingxuan narrowed his eyes, grabbed a kerosene lighter from the table next to him, lit it with a "pop" sound, and moved closer to the oil painting.
"If I don't behave more honestly, I'll get a fever?"
"Wait, don't burn! Don't burn!"
The oil painting actually twisted and climbed down from the wall: "Am I right?! I checked it carefully!"
"Go back and study art history."
Ye Qingxuan set the oil painting on fire mercilessly, "This street was popular in classical decoration hundreds of years ago. It is impossible to hang a rococo-style mural from more than a hundred years ago! It shouldn't be too eye-catching."
As soon as the school emblem was photographed, the burning oil painting disappeared without a trace, leaving only ashes on the ground.
"Your lighter."
Ye Qingxuan casually threw the lighter back to the stunned guest, then took off the lit cigar from the corner of his mouth and put it out in the coffee.
He smiled slightly and waved goodbye:
"No smoking in public places, thank you."
…
When the sixth hour passed, the entire environment changed again, from the streets of Avalon to a desert island, overrun with wild beasts, and the students even faced the challenge of survival pressure.
Ye Qingxuan just saw a parrot being chased by a tiger, screaming: "Catch me quickly, catch me quickly, I don't want to be eaten..."
Then, he just smiled and accepted the fifty credits that came to him, and then killed the tiger as well.
This tiger was born in the ether dense area, and it was actually resistant, and the degree of mutation was not low. It really ruined Ye Qingxuan's efforts, and he almost stumbled and capsized in the ditch.
"It's just that turning into stone is fine, but at least you have to have a name, right?"
He raised his hand and kicked the rock under his feet, "Granite? Diabase? Or limestone? There are so many volcanoes on this island, can you at least turn into volcanic rock?"
Every time I hit it, the rock shook, and in the end I gave up on myself: "It can be any rock, that's what it looks like anyway!"
"Then you deserve to die."
Sweep the school badge and get fifty credits.
"Where are you going?"
Ye Qingxuan looked sideways behind him. Behind him, a strange bush that was tiptoeing and about to escape froze in place.
Shrub's movements froze, and he turned at an angle, as if slowly turning his head: "I, where did I go wrong?"
Ye Qingxuan suddenly asked: "You must have no friends, right? Do you know why?"
"Huh?" Shrub's voice was obviously a little guilty, "I don't know what you are talking about..."
"Isn't it because this look is so ugly that you have no friends?"
Ye Qingxuan took out his school badge and glared at him, "You still want to graduate even though Mimic is so ugly? Go back and retake your studies!"
"woo woo woo woo… "
The bushes disappeared without a trace, and the graduate's figure with a heartbroken face could be vaguely seen.
"And you!"
He pointed to the broken boat stranded on the beach next to him, "I didn't even look at you, why are you shaking?"
"me… "
The broken boat lay innocently in the wash of the sea water, trying to explain: "Isn't it okay for me to be cold?!"
What answered him was the school badge on his face:
"Then go back and change clothes before you come back!"
Snapped!
The broken ship disappeared without a trace, the school badge shook again, and another fifty credits were obtained.
"Is there anyone who hasn't figured out the rules yet?"
Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head.
In fact, the focus of the trial is not at all the student's mastery of ether and music, nor is it the attainment of mimicry.
— but observation.
From the familiar and accustomed "safe area, the academy", to the chaotic area of Queen's Road, which is noisy, complex and dynamic, and then to the dangerous volcanic desert island.
No matter how the external environment changes, students must find the disharmonious parts and then eradicate them!
Under the seemingly joke-like trial method, the students' vision, determination and decisiveness are tested. Only in this way can they discover the crisis hidden in the dark.
Or, incarnate into it and become someone else's crisis.
Only in this way, one day, after entering the dark world full of dangers, can we survive from that terrifying world where even gravity changes.
Ye Qingxuan looked around at the surrounding situation and continued to move forward steadily, heading towards the center of the island, the crater where lava boiled.
The closer you get to the volcano, the more cracks there are on the ground, and hot steam gushes out from the cracks, which is the boiling sulfur hot spring.
And just in the afternoon sky, the faint sound of bells sounded, indicating that the next round of changes was coming soon.
"Time is running out?"
Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself, a frost ray cooled the stone under his buttocks, and then sat down without ceremony with his back to the crater.
He looked around at his feet. On the huge desert island, there were dense forests, tidal flats, and yellow sand. Strong winds came from a distance, carrying boiling water vapor, which was hot and rolled up his hair.
The lava coated the white hair with a fiery red light, as if it was burning.
He looked down at the world, pinched his knuckles, and muttered:
"-Seize the last chance and get something big."
collapse!
At his fingertips, the silver string ring released a faint sound of the piano, and the strings unfolded from the air one after another, criss-crossing, and set up around his body.
When he raised his finger and pressed it down, he hesitated again. After thinking for a moment, the five fingers changed slightly to control the changes in the strings.
The criss-crossing strings moved, and the seven civil and military strings quietly changed, becoming slender and slender, juxtaposed in one place. Three strings dissipated into silver light spots, and then converged into a slender bow in his right hand.
This is the mimetic transformation of Jiuxiao Huanpei. After it is truly activated, more than just its appearance changes. It is able to adjust its structure and frequency to the point where it perfectly suits the movement.
"If my ancestors knew that I can't play a single piece of music and can only use the Jiuxiao Huanpei as a violin, they would definitely jump out of the coffin with anger, right?"
Ye Qingxuan nonchalantly played the dildo on the grave of the Ye family's ancestral grave, with the bow in his right hand resting on the strings around his neck.
A melody as clear as mist emerges here.
In the distant echo of the sweeping tide, in the roar of the earth's crust bursting and hot water vapor spraying into the sky, in the crisp sound of boiling lava and the bursting of hot "bubbles", in the chaotic noise that filled the entire desert island.
There was a faint sound of music that no one noticed.
It floated in all directions like mist, seeping into every sound. It's subtle, but it's everywhere.
"What is he doing?"
At the foot of the mountain, the confused students raised their heads and looked at the young man playing the piano leisurely at the top. So comfortable and calm, as if I have given up on the trial and immersed myself in the melody.
Below them, in the cracks of the rock, boiling hot springs emitted scorching steam. Steam is thick in the air, faintly condensed into a long water line.
That imperceptible water line seems to be riding the melody, controlling the notes, extending in all directions with the vague melody.
One, two... dozens of water lines spread from the highest point to the surroundings, swept by the blazing wind, and sent to more distant places.
After occupying a unique geographical location, the melody of "Bolero" echoed across the entire desert island.
At the end of the first section, the subtle melody intensified, blending into the sea breeze and tide, permeating every corner.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third sections began.
At the beginning of each section, the number and length of water lines increase exponentially. Until now, the melody was still dim and vague, and even if you listened carefully, you couldn't identify its existence.
This long melody comes quietly, quietly seeping into everything, lurking in every corner. Absorbing the power of water vapor and ether, strengthening, strengthening, and strengthening...
Section six!
The sonorous melody finally broke through all the noise interference, echoed on the desert island, and echoed in everyone's ears.
The students looked up blankly and looked in all directions, trying to identify the direction from which the melody was coming, but found nothing.
The melody sounded from everyone's ears, like a whisper. Relaxed and bright, like sunshine, they can't help but be immersed in it, making it difficult to distinguish distance and distance.
The water vapor is dense, and countless threads of thoughts control the sea breeze, falling and dancing on the island.
Just like a dancing girl, her movements are so gentle, but with soul-stirring beauty. In the gentle dance, she reveals a high-spirited and sonorous rhythm.
The melody grows and changes in that rhythm, from weak to strong. It was like a flood that had been brewing all summer and broke through the dam, returning violently and quickly to the entire desert island.
At some point, the melody turned from soft to warm, echoing in everyone's ears, casting a bright and strong "image" in their hearts.
When you close your eyes, you can seem to see the coquettish and beautiful dancer dancing wildly. She is covered in a flame-like red dress. When she turns around, the hem of her skirt lifts up, like a burning flame.
She steps on the rhythm of the melody and dances in everyone's heart.
In that frantic dance, the fiery red skirt seemed to completely cover the entire desert island.
—This place has become her stage!