At the same time, the door to the lounge was closed.
Several team leaders were sitting on chairs, looking at each other with gloomy and ugly expressions.
"What are we going to do now?" Glenn spoke first: "We have been classmates for so many years. We are all familiar with each other, so don't pretend to be stupid. Our branch has given a death order and cannot let the Department of Music and History stay until the next time. It’s your turn. Isn’t there some pressure on your heads?”
As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions became helpless. You are under pressure, I am under pressure, everyone is under pressure.
What else can be done? Do it forcefully
There is really no way around it, and it is already unexpected to keep the Leshi Department here until now. Who would have thought that the recognized rookie team could have two byes in a row and stay until now, which is the limit of the tolerance of the school committee.
The four major branches alone would never be able to tolerate a little-known department that had been on the fringes of abolition for so many years to stand alongside itself, or even put it on its neck.
Otherwise, he will be the butt of laughter every time he goes out and walks in the future: You see, he is that so-and-so. I heard that he was beaten mercilessly by a team in the graduation trial in his school...
Thinking of this scene, everyone here couldn't help but feel a little pain in their faces.
"No matter how determined you are, there is nothing you can do if you can't defeat him." Someone sighed, "It's not that we don't work hard, it's that the Leshi Department is too cunning."
"Now that things have come to this, can't the student union come up with a charter?"
Glenn looked at Karen, who was attending in place of Banner. He was a confidant of Gavin, the student council president. Although Gavin had basically resigned, his influence on the student council was still strong.
What's more, the next round of presidents has not yet been selected. Basically, everything in the student union is still based on Gavin's will.
From a certain perspective, the Student Union is indispensable to the fact that the Department of Music and History has been able to survive to this day. Unlike other schools that have superficial student unions, at the Royal Conservatory of Music, the student union is part of the school management and even has greater authority than some teachers.
Including now, if the student union is willing, it can even directly affect the arrangement of the competition. There shouldn't be too many ways. But from beginning to end, the student union has been silent and low-key, like a transparent person.
Even the unlikable guys in the School Rules Enforcement Office have more presence than they do. This made other chiefs suspicious: Gavin, what on earth is he planning
Karen obviously knew this very well. He was silent for a moment and whispered:
"You don't need to feel pressure, just let them go. Even if they mess around, they won't mess around for long."
"Are these Gavin's exact words?"
"It's just my guess." Karen said, "The president has already made arrangements for the Music History Department."
In an instant, Glenn and the others' eyes suddenly became clear, and when they exchanged glances with each other, their expressions became a little complicated.
That guy Gavin, who made all the arrangements, just wants to give the music and history department into the hands of his younger brother
It seems that he is determined to make Banner his successor. Not only did he send his most capable men to attack Banner, but he also worked hard to open the back door.
At that time, after Banner has accumulated enough qualifications and becomes the president of the student union, his position will naturally be as stable as a mountain.
"What a good brother."
The other bad-tempered leader snorted and left the lounge first, "The Royal Conservatory of Music is not the back garden of these two brothers!"
After everyone left, and during the empty rest, the smile on Karen's face gradually dissipated, and his expression became confused.
President, what do you mean
Even he doesn't want to understand.
…
…
"Brother, are you planning to leave the music and history department to me?"
In the audience of the lottery, Banner looked at Karen, and then at the guy who was snoring and sleeping from a distance. His expression changed. From disgust at the beginning, he gradually turned into indifference.
That was the indifference of not caring about him at all, just looking down.
"Why didn't he come and tell me in person?"
Karen was stunned for a moment and forced a smile: "Maybe the president has more important expectations for you."
"Really?" Banner glanced at him and said calmly, "That's fine, those losers can only make up the numbers anyway, so they can't have high expectations. I'll go and teach them in person what it means to have a high level of heaven and earth."
But beside him, Karen saw the flash of evil in Banner's green eyes, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
They are obviously brothers, but why don't they have any similarities
"What are you looking at?"
Banner seemed to sense his gaze and turned back suddenly. Karen was stunned and shook his head vigorously: "Nothing."
"Then let's go. Since we've made arrangements, don't delay for too long."
Banner stepped onto the high platform first, and Karen followed behind, but saw that under his cuffs, his fists were clenched and his white knuckles were bulging.
Like an hallucination, he heard Banner's soft sneer, and where he couldn't see, Banner's eyes were cold.
This time, he won't let the oriental bitch who usurped his reputation be arrogant for too long.
…
"Is everyone here?"
After being tortured for two consecutive days, Sidney's expression seemed to have become numb. He looked at everyone who was doing it again, as well as the aloof, arrogant and tooth-itching dog, and weakly waved his hand.
"Then let's draw lots."
This is the last round before entering the semi-finals, I hope nothing will happen again.
"etc."
An unhappy student looked at Lao Fei and said, "Several times in a row, the Music History Department has sent a dog out to draw lots. Are you dissatisfied with the school's arrangements? Or do you look down on other students? I think the Music History Department should give us a Please explain, otherwise I refuse to continue to be insulted like this..."
"You can leave if you're unhappy."
The dog suddenly made a lazy sound, and everyone was stunned and looked at each other: What the hell is going on? The dog spoke? Sounds like a little girl
Soon, they discovered that it was the musical note on the dog's collar. Bai Xi was shaking the collar in the stands, and his speech style was as prickly as ever.
"What do you mean?"
The student's face changed color, "Do you want to provoke me?"
"I just don't like people to blame people in public." Bai Xi snorted, "The school approves, the principal approves, but you don't approve? Are you so good? Then why don't you just kick us out?"
Lao Fei was also extremely cooperative and looked at him with disdain, doubling the effect of the taunt, which was simply outstanding!
Visible to the naked eye, the student's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his eyes almost burst out of fire.
"enough!"
Sidney snorted coldly, slapped the table hard, glanced at everyone present gloomily, and finally looked at Lao Fei:
"This time the school committee will supervise the lottery process with a fair and just attitude. I hope you will stop having the mentality of muddle through and go all out for the competition."
He squeezed out the words "go all out" through his teeth, and everyone could see how unhappy he was.
In the first two draws, one person put his hand directly into the box and touched a number. However, this time, coaches from the three major branches of Change, Summoning, and Revelation gathered together.
Three people, with six eyes, stared at every hand that reached into the box. Yegor's eyes even lit up with a dim light, and he directly looked through the box through the change formula, observing the entire process.
Being surrounded by such a large formation, all the students who drew lots couldn't help but feel a little frightened. This posture is such that if something is wrong is caught, one will be cut into pieces.
Do you want to be so exaggerated
It's just a game of football, and it's not a national vote in the House of Commons. Six musicians must be present to isolate all etheric influences to show fairness...
In full view of everyone, all the team leaders stepped forward to draw lots. Each time they were drawn, their entire bodies were scanned by the three coaches, even the fat on their stomachs was not spared.
Until finally, it was Lao Fei's turn.
Under the three sharp gazes, Lao Fei took it as a matter of course and walked forward as if nothing mattered. As if sensing their scrutiny, he snorted the word "scoff" from his nostrils with disdain, raised his hand to overturn the empty box, picked up the last sign, and turned around to leave.
He didn't even look at the three of them.
Both Yegor and Ingmar looked ugly.
It can be seen that Ludwig, who is used to animals, does not take it to heart, but follows behind, looking at Lao Fei with a little interest, underestimating some summoning faction terms, as if he is analyzing Lao Fei's bestiality and physique. . The more I looked at it, the more I liked it and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
Lao Fei looked back at him, grinned widely, and exposed two rows of small fangs, meaning: You want to try this as a prototype
Ludwig immediately retracted his palm and noticed the look in his colleague's eyes. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly, "I think this dog is quite strange. He has a really bad temper."
"Ahem."
Sidney coughed twice, signaled Ludwig to pay attention to his manners, and then said with a straight face: "The draw is over, everyone can check it out according to the schedule. If you have any questions, ask them now. If you have any questions after the end, , we can no longer be entangled.”
He lowered his head and coughed twice more, hiding the sneer on his lips.
doubt? Any questions? Under the supervision of the three coaches, all processes are fair and open.
Even if he quietly mobilized the authority of his vice principal and directly affected the result of the lottery through the Requiem barrier...
In any case, the lucky myth of the Music History Department, which has had two byes in recent days, is about to end.
He prepared the best enemy for the Department of Music and History - the Royal School.
Soon, the team leaders hung the signs in their hands on the tree map according to the numbers. In the noise, some people were rejoicing, while others were mourning.
"Is there no objection? No objection?"
Sidney asked three times with a smile. When no one responded, he nodded slowly, "Then the discussion is over. Let's put the sign on the schedule and announce it."
In his expectant gaze, Banner raised his head coldly.
Soon, the crowd was silent for a moment and slowly separated.
In the silence, Banner stepped forward and hung the sign representing the Royal School in his hand at the 001 position. Next to the sign, there was another place prepared for the enemy.
Yes, a place prepared for enemies.
He slowly turned back and looked coldly at the vicious dog basking in the sun at the end of the crowd.
The vicious dog noticed his gaze and raised its eyelids to glance at him.
It was like feeling everyone's waiting and those gloating glances. Lao Fei looked away disdainfully, picked up the sign on the ground, and stepped forward.
It passed through the crowd and went straight past Banner. In front of the tree diagram, the man stood up and stared at the empty seat next to the Royal School. Then, according to the number on the sign, he hung it at... the outermost place on the list. .
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
"Wait!" Sidney's expression suddenly changed, and he called out to Lao Fei who turned to leave: "I told you before! Don't send a beast here who can't even figure out the number. Where is your own position?" Don’t you understand?”
He turned around, suddenly took off the sign of the Department of Music and History, and hung it next to the Royal School: "It's obviously... it's obviously... it's obviously..."
His movements stopped suddenly, and the voice in his mouth became out of tune. He just lowered his head in shock and looked at the sign in his hand.
Obviously what? It should obviously be next to the Royal School.
But, how come...he got a bye? !
"Bye."
"Bye?"
"Bye..."
Everyone looked at each other, their expressions becoming weird and ugly, until finally, Sidney stopped stiffly and opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say.
What can I say? He dug a hole for himself to jump into... The time for opinions has long passed! He himself said that after it was over, no matter who had an opinion, they were not allowed to dwell on it.
Do you want him to break his promise in front of the entire school
With a livid face, he hung the sign back to the far side with difficulty, turned around, and announced hoarsely:
"The Music History Department has a bye."
Fourth round, another bye...
The audience was in an uproar.
In the stands, Ciel cheered, Bai Xi screamed, and Brother Shit sat blankly.
Ye Qingxuan... was still sleeping with his mouth open.