Brother Stool was silent for a while.
"If you think so, I have nothing to say. But if I am going to harm you, why should I persuade you this morning?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. This was true, but it could not clear away the suspicion.
Charles looked at it for a long time, then came over and asked in a low voice:
"Is this guy reliable?"
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and glanced at Brother Shi, shaking his head: "To be honest, it's not very reliable."
"... Just don't say this in front of me, okay?"
Brother Stool was full of embarrassment, but Ye Qingxuan changed the subject, "But at least he is good at talking, and he has a way of talking about Chicken Soup for the Soul!"
"Is this a compliment?"
Brother Stool's voice became more and more complicated, but Charles came forward and grabbed his hand with enthusiasm:
"Then we are like-minded people! I'm so happy to meet you! After all these years, I didn't know that there are chicken soup lovers like me among the graduates. We must get closer."
As he spoke, Charles touched Brother Stool's hand and his tone became ambiguous: "Oh, this hand is so soft..."
"W-what do you want to do?"
Brother Stool was aroused by Ciel's tone of goosebumps. He wanted to pull his hand away, but found that his hand was gripped tightly and could not be pulled away.
"Don't be afraid, I'm just going to give you a palmistry."
Charles grabbed his wrist, slowly opened his fingers, and spread them out one by one, his eyes clear:
"There are no calluses, so he doesn't look like a commoner, but there is no oil on him, so he doesn't look like a noble."
Ye Qingxuan nodded: "There are no wounds on the fingers, the nails are cut carefully, and the skin is well maintained. The family should not be short of money."
The two finally stopped trying to hide it, and circled around, sizing up the restless Brother Stool, with venomous and harsh eyes, trying to dig deep into the root of his soul for any evil intentions.
The two people exchanged their opinions word by word, without any hesitation from the fact that the person involved was right in front of them.
"The clothes are neat and clean, fully ironed. They seem to pay great attention to appearance and have a sense of honor, but they are a bit superficial... "
Ye Qingxuan paused and suddenly realized: "He wants to make people think that he is a careful and serious person."
"The headgear lacks taste, but it looks square and accurate to... within one millimeter? Junior brother, this is an obsessive-compulsive disorder!"
"Well, the family is not short of money."
"Not noble."
"I also want to leave a good impression."
"Obsessive-compulsive disorder of..."
The two looked at each other, and Ye Qingxuan guessed: "The son of a businessman?"
"Maybe there will be descendants of scholars."
"Where is the local lord?" Ye Qingxuan added, "It's also possible."
Ciel nodded, "But there is no doubt that utilitarians, careerists, and ambitious people... no matter what kind of people they are, they should have nothing to do with those second-generation losers."
The two nodded with satisfaction.
"End of reasoning."
"Explanation completed."
"Yeah~"
The two little bitches happily high-fived and made the V-sign in unnatural synchrony. On the sofa, Brother Shizi subconsciously wanted to take out a handkerchief from his arms and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Soon, he realized that he couldn't take out a handkerchief at this time, and he couldn't wipe the sweat from his head.
"Do I pass the inspection?"
He smiled bitterly, "So, how many more people should we find next? I heard that the main team of Enlightenment Academy this year has more than twenty people forming a team."
"Don't look for it, five are enough."
"Five?"
Brother Shizi counted back and forth for a long time: "There are only four people in total. Is there anyone else joining in?"
"People don't have one, but dogs do."
Charles waved to Lao Fei with his paw, "How about it? This is one of your teammates. Do you want to come over and say hello?"
“…”
In the disdainful eyes of Lao Fei, Brother Stool was confused and somewhat unable to turn around.
"Now that we have gathered enough people, there is only one last question left." Charles patted his thigh, raised his head and asked:
"Have any of you ever played football?"
“…”
There was a dead silence, no one raised a hand.
Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, have you never kicked?"
"Of course I didn't. I was so annoying when I was little, why didn't everyone take me to play? It's so miserable. Ye Zi, don't tell me that you haven't kicked me either!"
"Well… "
Ye Qingxuan's eyes suddenly drifted, "I used to have a lot of study tasks, how could I have time to play?"
Charles was stunned and looked at Bai Xi.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Bai Xi snorted: "I'm fine, why are you fighting for a ball with dozens of people? The ball can't be used as food!"
Charles looked at Lao Fei with his last glimmer of hope.
Lao Fei rolled his eyes at him and looked down upon his intelligence: Do you actually think that a dog can play football when it is idle
Charles was completely desperate and turned to Brother Stool:
"And you?"
Brother Shizi suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Ahem, my tutoring was quite strict when I was a kid. I thought you all kicked me."
"... In other words, none of us have ever played football?"
No one responded.
So, Charles sighed: "It's getting late tonight. Let's go wash our necks and go to bed. We have to die tomorrow. I hope it won't be too ugly..."
…
…
The next day, it was a sunny and windy day.
Inside the Requiem barrier, there is a huge arena. The seats outside the arena are packed. As far as the eye can see, it is dark and full of people.
Ye Qingxuan stepped on the playing field and felt the emerald green lawn under his feet. The wind carried the fragrance of grass and trees, and the faint fishy smell of soil, which made people miss him very much.
Even the sound of the ocean tide that had been lingering in my ears was gone.
He seemed to be back on the mainland, in a wide lawn, no longer in that distant and unfamiliar city.
"It feels so good to be grounded, Ciel."
He suddenly said something carelessly, and Ciel looked confused.
When they noticed the young man's appearance on the field, the crowd in the audience suddenly made a noise.
A considerable number of people were booing and booing, and there were also a large number of people who, regardless of the pressure from the school, painted their faces, waved flags and shouted:
"Come on, Chief Ye! I support you!"
"Chief Ye will definitely win! Give those guys some color!"
In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted with a high voice: "Dongfang Ye, I want to have a baby with you!"
"... It's not necessary to have a child, right?"
Ye Qingxuan's expression froze and he waved to the audience.
Soon, the referee appeared on the field.
This is the first game today, and captain Charles goes to draw lots on behalf of the team.
Ye Qingxuan was originally strongly opposed to this. Why did Charles have such bad luck? But it seems that no one in the entire team is lucky, so he has to let him.
As a result, of course...
"It's really a sign of the future."
Ye Qingxuan looked at Charles who had returned expressionlessly, and Charles forced an awkward smile: "Bitter first and then sweet, first bitter and then sweet..."
"It's bitter before it's sweet, you sister! The first game is the seed team of the Academy of Change. There are three graduates among the twelve people! The others are all destructive maniacs..."
Ye Qingxuan wanted to die, "Don't talk about football. If you put football aside, if one person shoots frost rays and flaming hands, we will die without knowing where we are!"
"Hey! Chief Ye, we are ready. Can we start?"
On the other side of the field, the group of sharpening guys from the Academy of Change looked expectantly.
As everyone knows about the current situation, Chief Ye, who was unparalleled in the first round, has now become the biggest soft persimmon.
If ordinary students had the upper hand in the first round, then the situation was completely reversed in the second round, and this became the home field for graduates.
This group of guys who have been in school for so many years have learned so much about music alone. No matter how stupid they are, after five or six years, they should be at the rhythm level. Excellent students should at least touch the heavenly beings. On the edge of induction, becoming an official musician is just around the corner. Not to mention that there are at least a dozen of them who have obtained official musician qualifications. It is not easy to beat the juniors below.
Apart from anything else, the three melons and two jujubes from the Music and History Department were simply not enough to watch in front of these dozen people.
If you don't seize this opportunity to squeeze out more credits, you will be ashamed of your conscience.
"Don't worry, we are still discussing strategies."
Ye Qingxuan forced a smile.
The referee looked down at his pocket watch: "I'll give you five minutes."
"It's okay, we are not in a hurry. Chief Ye, you can discuss it slowly. How about ten minutes? Is that enough?"
James, the team leader of the Academy of Change, waved generously, looked at each other and burst into laughter with his teammates.
"Twenty minutes is fine." Someone in the team whistled.
No matter how you look at this game, it's all about holding the snails with ten fingers, which is so steady that it can't be done. Could it be that if Ye Qingxuan is given another ten minutes, they can conjure dozens of people
As a result, the expressions of everyone in Charles were ugly, and Bai Xi even gestured with his little thumb towards the opposite side in a particularly provocative manner.
"What should we do now?"
Ciel asked in a low voice.
"Cold salad, the other side is preparing to torture the vegetables, what else can we do?"
Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, "Follow what was discussed! I don't believe they can be more shameless than us..."
Soon, under the arrangement of the referee, the two sides stood on the dividing line in the center of the lawn. Before the game starts, shake hands.
Seeing the team that was twice as many in number as them, all eager to compete with their opponents, the supporters in the audience couldn't help but feel sad.
But soon, the other person was dumbfounded:
"Wait, who is this?"
The man with the concrete cube on his head looked at the sky nonchalantly, whistling, looking innocent, as if he didn't realize how out of the ordinary he was.
For a moment, everyone looked over, and he suddenly became stiff: "Uh..."
"This is a new member of our team. His nickname is Erzhuzi. You can just call him Dunzi." Ye Qingxuan waved his hands calmly, "Dunzi, don't be in a daze. Come and say hello to everyone."
Brother Shizi seemed to glare at Ye Qingxuan, but soon he sighed helplessly: "Hello everyone, I am Erzhuzi."
Erzhu, you big-headed ghost.
James didn't believe what he was saying. He frowned and stared at him, "Are you from the music history department? Why haven't we seen you? Is there something wrong with your dressing up so strangely?"
"Because he looks ugly and I'm afraid he will scare you."
Ye Qingxuan lied shamelessly and looked at them sideways: "Besides, as long as you are from the college, that's fine, right? Do you want to check your student ID? The management is so lenient, I would have thought you were from the enforcement department if I didn't know. Woolen cloth."
"you… "