Late at night, Department of Music and History, living room.
Ye Qingxuan, Xia Er, and Bai Xi looked at each other in awkward silence.
After a long time, Ye Qingxuan asked first with a serious expression:
"So, what now?"
"Have no idea."
Charles scratched his head: "That little bastard in your grade is quite right. We may really be dead this time."
"One thousand points for a win, five hundred points for each draw, and five hundred points for a loss... If we can't find a solution, we will definitely die miserably this time. I'm fine, senior brother, you will definitely not be able to graduate. !”
"... Well, it doesn't matter if you can't graduate."
Charles asked hesitantly: "Actually, I've gotten used to it a long time ago. How about I hang out for another two years and wait until next year?"
"Not to mention anything else, let's put aside the issue of graduation. The Sleeping Cave, the Sublimation Ceremony, and the Heart Seal of the Movement... There is no such store just a village away."
Ye Qingxuan was anxious: "Senior brother, please work harder. You see, Bai Xi still scored a few hundred points to come back today! You have passed the first round of trials, why don't you try harder?"
"It's useless to try hard for this kind of thing, right?"
Charles spread his hands and said, "If hard work can solve all problems, then why don't everyone work hard?"
"...Then we will be dead this time."
Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, "When it comes to graduation, I don't even have enough points to deduct points. Next year the school committee will definitely force us to beg for food."
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with begging for food."
Charles scratched his head: "To be honest, I was not doing very well for a while. The teacher was also worried about me at that time. He was worried that I would have no food in the future. What if I went to beg for food? Then I suddenly enlightened!"
"...Enlightenment?"
"That's right."
Charles became very happy: "I spent several months observing beggars in Avalon and worked hard to learn begging skills. Don't tell me, the welfare in Avalon is pretty good, and beggars don't have to worry about their lives. Let me tell you. , I have spotted a few points, go there to beg for food, and make sure you are not hungry! So don’t be afraid, junior brother, even if you go to beg for food, senior brother can help you show off and fly!"
"Senior brother, where is your pursuit!"
Ye Qingxuan clenched the joints of his fists, wanting to hit him.
"I even keep in mind the most valuable golden land for begging in the entire Avalon. If I don't want food, I will be the beggar king of the year! Haven't you pursued this?"
"Is the pursuit asking you to beg for food?"
Bai Xi, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted them: "Hey, you guys are off topic!"
“…”
Ye Qingxuan sat back on the sofa, folded his arms, and said solemnly: "The most urgent task is to solve the manpower problem first! If the manpower problem is not solved, we are doomed!"
Xia Er and Bai Xi looked at each other and sighed in unison.
There is really no way to solve this problem.
That's right, this is the most critical problem currently facing the Music History Department - manpower! They don't have enough manpower!
Other departments, not to mention the three major branches of Transformation, Summoning, and Revelation, are just the Department of Music Theory Studies and the Department of Classics. If nothing else, there are a lot of people to grab! As for the three major branches, let alone forming a football team, there is no problem even forming a league!
However, the Department of Le History has not relied on both sides. Over the years, my grandma has not cared about my uncle, and my annual budget is not as large as that of other cafeterias.
No wonder Bart said that Ye Qingxuan and the others were dead.
Because they can't even put together the most basic lineup!
There are currently two or three big cats and kittens in the entire department. It would be even worse if there were no Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi this year, and Charles would be a bare-bones commander.
Not to mention playing football, after he comes on the field, no one can catch up even with a single kick, okay
"Actually, I think three people are fine."
Ciel coughed twice: "The three of us form a team, at least we have a tacit understanding. Isn't that what legendary novels like to write now? Three people form a team, advancing and retreating together. If you come alone, there are three of us. You A hundred people come, and it’s still just the three of us..."
"Generally speaking, guys who advance and retreat together are all villains, right? In the end, even if three of them come together, they will be beaten to a pulp by the protagonist... And they don't come alone. They can easily get two people together. There are more than ten people, and we also have substitutes, coaches and cheerleaders! How can the three of us fight?"
"Ahem, junior brother, please don't be so pessimistic. Don't we have a proverb in the East that says: 'When the mountains are poor, the road to the underworld is restored, and when the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, all are sacred villages.' Well, there is always hope."
"Senior brother, what kind of damn proverb are you talking about? I always feel that I will never die again."
Ye Qingxuan felt weak for a while and almost wanted to go crazy: "Besides, even three people are not enough! Even if one person is a forward, one is a midfielder, one is a defender, and there is a goalkeeper! Where can we steal another one? Is the goalkeeper coming?”
"Well...the keeper is here!"
Charles picked up the big golden retriever dog that was dozing on the ground, held it in front of Ye Qingxuan, and shook it:
"Look, what a great goalkeeper! Majestic! Domineering! Cold! Ruthless! It is simply a nightmare in the academy, a dark legend!"
Lao Fei, who was sleeping in a daze, raised his eyes and looked around blankly, not understanding what was happening.
Ye Qingxuan was also stunned:
"Is this okay?"
"I think it's okay!"
Bai Xi raised his hand in agreement: "Old Fei is much stronger than others!"
"That's right!" Charles nodded, "I didn't say that dogs are not allowed to play. Besides, Lao Fei is not an ordinary dog. Right Lao Fei?"
"Ouch!"
Lao Fei turned around and bit his hand angrily. Charles screamed in pain and rolled on the ground.
Seeing him being beaten by Lao Fei, Ye Qingxuan had no intention of going to save his life, but instead began to think carefully.
What Ciel said actually made sense. There was no reason why summoning phantom beasts could play, but Lao Fei couldn't!
Among the categories of musicians, there is an advanced level called Jungle Trooper.
That group of guys usually hang out in the dense forest every day. Their biggest feature is that they are good at dealing with animals, and they often bring an animal companion with them.
They are part of the strength of the Jungle Troopers, and even the Holy City has recognized them.
If this is the case, Lao Fei may not be able to do it either.
Ye Qingxuan bit his nails and began to think hard about the school rules and the loopholes in the rules on the court.
If there is really no other way, then we can only bring Lao Fei to play...
While I was thinking, suddenly there was a knock on the door of the living room.
In an instant, everyone raised their heads and looked back.
Who else would come here in the middle of the night
Outside the door, in the dim light, there was a student wearing the uniform of Revelation Academy, who looked like this year's graduate.
Coming late at night, he knocked politely on the door and waited quietly without any impatience.
"who?"
"It's me, the unlucky guy during the day. Chief Ye, you haven't forgotten it, right?"
That voice seemed to have been heard before, it sounded like someone familiar. Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and suddenly realized:
"Are you the 'stool brother' during the day?!"
"...What is Brother Stool?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then felt helpless: "Forget it, just call me Brother Stool."
No wonder Ye Qingxuan called him Brother Shizi. Brother Shizuo was now standing outside the door, wearing a school uniform. His posture, dress and greetings were all in compliance with the school regulations. He looked polite and completely kind.
But for some reason, his head was covered with a layer of square... stones.
That's right, stone.
Ye Qingxuan raised his finger and knocked it, and the response was clear and clear: That's right, these are real concrete bricks.
Brother Stool's "mimicry" is quite good, even the material and hardness are simulated perfectly!
It's just that, in the middle of the night, he came to visit, and he was wearing a mask-like headgear, and he didn't want to reveal his identity. How could he look suspicious
"Ahem, why don't you invite me in and sit down?"
Brother Stool tilted his head and "looked" at Ye Qingxuan, who pretended that he was smiling.
He curled his lips and opened the door: "Please come in. Letting guests stand outside the door is not the way to entertain guests."
Soon, Brother Shizi sat on the sofa, looked around as if he could see the surrounding furnishings, and finally nodded, his voice full of admiration:
"It's small and appropriate. It's really good. I didn't expect the atmosphere in the Department of Music and History to be so relaxed and soft. It's much better than the cold feeling in most colleges."
"Please use."
Bai Xi brought a cup of tea with malice, and then looked at his concrete hood seriously: She wanted to see how this guy drank...
"… Thanks."
Brother Shit picked up the tea cup, hesitated for a moment and then put it down again, which disappointed Bai Xi.
"I'm actually not here to drink tea tonight. I think Chief Ye should have guessed a thing or two about my purpose, so I'll go straight to the point."
"please."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, showing that he was listening attentively.
"The second round of trials tomorrow is the football match. However, as far as I know, there are only three students in the Music History Department. If I am not wrong, you should be worried about manpower now."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.
"That's right."
"So, do you want my help?"
Brother Shizi suddenly said, "To be honest, I haven't found my own team yet. If the Music History Department is willing, I can join the Music History Department's team. If you agree, I can also call a few more people. . You are short of manpower and I am short of credits. How about we both benefit from cooperation? If we win, we will share the credits equally. If we lose, I will lose my investment. This proposal should not cause any loss to the Department of Music History."
Indeed, according to Brother Shizi, not only does it not cause any loss, but it is also a sure-profit business.
Brother Shizi's visit this time is a timely help, but the gift is so beautiful that it can't help but make people suspicious.
"I already know your purpose of coming. Thank you for your help. But there are some questions that must be asked clearly first."
Ye Qingxuan and the others looked at each other, and after pondering for a moment, they asked directly:
"-Since you are here to help, why are you hiding your head and tail and wearing a hood?"
Brother Stool smiled bitterly and touched his concrete hood:
"Chief Ye, don't you know that you are the target of public criticism now? Someone has already said that whoever dares to help you will be admitted to Whitechapel Hospital. Although I am about to graduate and am not afraid of their threats, you will always have to Let me think about my own safety?"
"If you are concerned about your own safety, why do you come to us?"
"It is much better to join forces with strong people than to find a bunch of pig teammates to hold you back."
Brother Shizi's voice had a matter-of-fact tone, and his answers were frank and natural, without thinking, making people involuntarily convinced.
But Ye Qingxuan remained unmoved.
"Actually, I have a hypothesis here that can explain all of this."
He looked at Brother Stool's square head, and his eyes suddenly became sharp:
"Suppose there is someone, such as Bart, Banner, or a guy who doesn't like me. In order to eliminate me in the second round, they ask you to bring someone to join our team and hold us back at the critical moment... Is such a hypothesis normal?”