In the early morning, in the garden, morning dew condenses on the flower branches, and the flowers fall to the ground, quietly immersing themselves in the soil.
The fragrance of flowers and black tea floats in the air.
Laura's eyes were a little hazy, as if she had just woken up, but she was indescribably charming. She looked at the young man in front of her and smiled.
"Do you come to me so early to tell me good news or bad news?"
"To be honest, I don't know if it's good or bad." Ye Qingxuan sighed and scratched his hair, "But you should know it by looking at me, right?"
"That's the good one."
Laura understood and smiled happily.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Ye Qingxuan asked helplessly, but Laura raised her eyes to look at him and asked, "What didn't I tell you?"
Ye Qingxuan was speechless.
Of all the hardships and hardships, Laura had already reminded herself, but the only thing she hadn't told herself was the elements of the music.
- Its "fulcrum" is pain.
The pain that life brings.
That is what I am least good at facing.
Besides, even if you tell yourself this kind of thing, it will only have the opposite effect, right? Elements are not things that can be applied simply by knowing them, but rather the experience that resonates with them.
From this point of view, Ye Qingxuan was very successful, but it was this success that doubled his pain.
After being silent for a long time, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head: "Thank you."
Laura just smiled, "Now that I'm saying thank you, what are you going to say when I give you this? Will you pledge yourself to me?"
As she spoke, she pushed a thin music book over the table, which contained exactly the music that Ye Qingxuan wanted to learn.
"After you master its fulcrum, the movement is as simple as drinking water. You have learned the hardest part, and then there is nothing to worry about."
Laura said calmly: "But are you sure you can learn it in just two days? Although its music theory is simple, it is part of "Winter Journey" after all, and it is not as easy as you think."
"This? This is the only thing I'm not worried about."
Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly. The "Interpretation Method" he majored in was least afraid of this problem.
As the brainchild of Abraham, the interpretation method is regarded as a crooked way because it never pays attention to feelings.
There is no ethereal place, only music theory that is accurate to the extreme and cannot tolerate any mistakes.
This is a theory as rigid as mathematics. It is either yes or no. There is no room for ambiguity between the two, and there is no sensibility at all.
It is extremely difficult to get started with it, but once you get started, it is incredibly fast.
Just like solving a problem, as long as you find the correct formula and follow the steps step by step, there will never be any mistakes.
With it, after mastering the fulcrum, relying on the music theory containing the fulcrum to analyze the movement is as easy as following the current.
"Your confidence is beyond my expectation."
Laura curled her lips as if a little disappointed, wondering why her plan failed.
Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a chill on his back, feeling like he had passed by something dangerous.
He really didn’t want to know what other pits Laura had dug for him—it would be a huge loss if he was accidentally played to death.
He shook his head, changed the subject, and asked: "What exactly did you print into my mind? Why can it combine with my memory and turn it into a nightmare?"
"That's just an introduction."
Laura said calmly, "In the East, it's called 'Intention Demonic Induction', and it's the specialty of telepathic musicians. Planting demonic thoughts into people's hearts, over time, and subtly, can make people become controlled by themselves. Puppet. Are you afraid?"
Ye Qingxuan was startled, then calmed down and glared at her. Seeing his startled look, Laura smiled even happier.
"Don't worry, it's a technique modified by the teacher combined with Yue Ling's secret technique. You can call it 'image inheritance'. What's implanted is not the magic thought, but the musician's understanding of the music. It will guide your memory and Dreams allow you to become a composer and directly understand the artistic conception... In short, there are many benefits."
After Laura finished speaking, she looked at him eagerly, "Winter Journey is a suite of songs. You still have twenty-three songs to learn. Do you want to keep up the good work?"
"forget it."
Ye Qingxuan recalled his painful experience in the past two days. Thinking of having to play 23 different games again, he felt that his rationality was a little unbearable.
He would rather wait until he has passed this level and then proceed honestly and step by step...
"Tsk."
Seeing that Ye Qingxuan didn't take the bait, Laura looked a little regretful, "That would be a pity."
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Noon, Royal Academy of Music.
Under the scorching sun, the boy's white hair reflected the metallic light.
In the empty campus, he sat on the steps in front of the main building of the college, looking down at the thin book in his hand. When he heard the footsteps in the distance, he raised his head.
"Brother Stool, have you refreshed it?"
The man with the concrete cube above his head was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Qingxuan to be waiting for him here. He seemed a little flustered:
"This is… "
"I have something I want to talk to you about."
"Very important?"
"Of course it's important."
Ye Qingxuan nodded solemnly, "We have had byes for three consecutive days, and the semi-finals are tomorrow. I don't think the school will allow us to continue to have byes no matter what. So, I want to discuss tactics with you."
When Brother Shizi heard what he said, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he felt moved and aggrieved in his heart.
Ye Qingxuan had been sleeping for the past two days. He went to find Charles, but Charles was unreliable. He went to Bai Xi, but Bai Xi didn't care. He went to Lao Fei... What's the use of going to Lao Fei for this kind of thing.
It's like the country and the country are in danger, but the emperor and ministers still have to eat and have fun, without any idea of life or death, just like a little eunuch who is as anxious as himself.
Although he prides himself on his superior abilities, facing the completely different painting style of the Music History Department, he is like a mouse pulling a turtle and has no way to start.
As a result, he did not expect that when he was about to give up, Ye Qingxuan actually woke up, found him, and took the initiative to discuss the next tactics!
This suddenly made him want to burst into tears: It's finally reliable!
Brother Shizuo nodded excitedly: "I'm very happy that you think so. Do you have any ideas?"
"Well, I have a favor to ask of you."
For some reason, the young man showed a bright smile that made him feel bad: "You will help me, right?"
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On the field, it was still in full swing, and the audience was roaring.
In the commotion, Ye Qingxuan held the tea cup in his hand, took a slow sip, and exhaled happily:
"It's so lively."
"Yeah, yeah."
Charles was eating melon seeds and snacks next to him, holding a large glass of cold beer in his hand: "Don't mention it, drinking wine every day and watching games, it's like a day in heaven! "
"Well, as long as we don't have to end up."
"...Junior brother, the weather is so nice, so don't mention such sad things."
"All right."
Ye Qingxuan nodded lightly, "I'll go and draw lots that night. Anyway, senior brother, you don't have to worry about these things. Just concentrate on dying."
"Wait a minute! Are you sure it's okay for you to draw lots? Your hands are so dark..."
"Do you still want to have a bye until the finals?"
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, "Being able to hold on until now has exceeded our expectations. Senior brother, let's just give it up. We just don't lose money. If we want to win, we have to come back in the third round. You prepared it how's it going?"
"Everything is under control!"
Charles whistled: "This time I have come up with an earth-shattering, ghost-crying masterpiece, guaranteed to kill all graduation works in an instant. By then, graduation will still be a trivial matter, and if you are not careful, you will become famous and famous. I’ve reached the pinnacle of my life!”
When he heard what he said, Ye Qingxuan knew that it was completely unreliable.
If it wasn't something personal, he would have wanted to go to a cafe and pat the table: This musician department is going to end!
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In the eight-to-four game, the fierce competition finally came to an end. All the contestants were exhausted and exhausted all their energy.
From the beginning to the end, the music and history department was just watching, drinking tea and eating snacks. They really squeezed in as if they were here to play... Seeing that bitch Ciel was still applauding on the stage, his sarcasm suddenly increased. Ten times more.
Every pair of eyes that looked over were red, gleaming with murderous intent that said, "I must kill you."
Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan felt furious: The revenge for killing his father is nothing more than that!
"You won't be proud for long..."
At the end of the game, someone whispered beside him as they passed each other. Ye Qingxuan turned around and saw only a back figure in the crowd.
There was also Banner's cold gaze from afar.
In his green eyes were the vertical pupils of a wild beast.
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"Are you all ready?"
Sidney asked weakly as he stood numbly on the stage. After being tortured for three consecutive days, he no longer wanted to do anything at all.
On the opposite side, the leaders of several teams also looked at each other with complicated expressions.
Tomorrow is the semifinals. Although I don’t know why there are five teams in the eight-to-four situation.
But since there are five teams, one of them is destined to get a bye
Thinking of this, when they looked at each other, their eyes were full of helplessness: This time, it's probably the music history department, right
"If everything is ready, let's draw lots..."
Sidney made a long, feeble note and cursed under his breath. Immediately, he was stunned for a moment.
No, something seems wrong! Why don't you feel that familiar look of contempt today
Didn't the dog come
Sidney looked around and smiled suddenly: Sure enough, he's not here!
Although he felt a subtle feeling of loss for some reason, Sidney couldn't help but rekindle his fighting spirit and rejoice.
"Isn't anyone from the music history department here?"
He rubbed his hands excitedly: "If you don't come, you will be considered a forfeit! Half of the credits will be deducted, and they will automatically withdraw from the competition..."
"Isn't it too exaggerated to deduct half?"
Behind him, someone sighed and reached out to pat his shoulder: "Teacher, don't ignore me. I'm right here. Can't you see such a big person?"
Sidney turned around in surprise, and his eyes popped out when he saw the white-haired boy coming.
"It's actually you?"
Glenn was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but sneer, "Why don't you just stay back? You might be able to get a bye to the finals thanks to your dog."
"Well, actually I figured it out."
Ye Qingxuan said calmly, "Why do I need a secret weapon to deal with you? I can use it myself."
There was silence in the stands for a moment, and then everyone burst into laughter, as if they had heard an incredible joke.
They didn't say anything, and some patted him on the shoulder with "admiration" and lamented his ridiculous self-confidence.
"Then you have to work hard." Glenn's expression twitched and he tried hard to hold back his laughter: "I'm looking forward to meeting you on the field."
"Me too, me too!"
Someone came up to him and shook his hand enthusiastically: "Please give me some advice and work together to make progress."
Being "warmly welcomed" by them, Ye Qingxuan also smiled sweetly.
"Don't worry." He said, "No matter what the result is, I think you will definitely come home disappointed."
Hearing him say this, the coldness in those smiles became even stronger.
Sidney was silent for a long time, his body suddenly shook, and he looked towards the stands. Soon, he looked back and looked at Ye Qingxuan with an extremely strange expression, revealing a hint of ridicule.
"I just received news that the school committee has passed new rules. This time, there are no byes."
"That doesn't matter, the important thing is to participate!"
Ye Qingxuan smiled mysteriously, as if he was having some dark agenda, which made people extremely uneasy.
Huh, maybe it's just to spread suspicion.
Sidney snorted coldly, waved his hand and announced: "Let's start drawing lots."
Under the stage, Charles was fidgeting back and forth, looking tangled and helpless. When he looked at the high stage, he felt anxious. Don't know what the result will be.
"Is it reliable?"
Xia Er scratched his hair and looked at Bai Xi: "Ye Zi goes up with such confidence, will there be any accidents?"
"You asked me who I asked?" Bai Xi was impatient because of his quarrel, "You have asked three times in just a few minutes... Didn't the result come out? Well, go and see for yourself... "
She pointed at the list that had just been announced on the high platform. Charles turned around in shock, and immediately felt his eyes go dark.
Sure enough, sign in!
The worst possible outcome.
Amidst the uproar throughout the stadium, the lineup for tomorrow's first game was announced.
Department of Music History—Royal School!
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In the teaching department, there was a sound of relief.
Finally there was no such damn bye, everything seemed to be back in order, and it looked extremely comfortable.
Among them was the sneering Ingmar.
When the elite of the student union gather together, plus Banner, who has become a musician, that guy is dead this time...
As for Ludwig, he was concentrating on teasing the miniature black panther cat in his arms. The ocelot curled up into a ball and nibbled his fingers gently. One person and one cat were having so much fun that it didn't even matter what happened.
Anyway, nothing is better than playing with cats, it’s better to play with cats!
Only Yegor looked serious and frowned.
In the cheerful atmosphere, he was the only one with a gloomy face, looking particularly out of place.
"what happened again?"
Ludwig raised his head and glanced at him. Yegor said expressionlessly: "There is a question that I can't figure out."
"There are no byes this time."
"I know."
Yegor glanced at him, "But there is one more thing that seems to have been ignored by us."
"what do you mean?"
"Three days of byes. If the first day is their good luck. The third day is if the principal wants to help them survive. Then, here comes the problem..."
Yegor murmured in a low voice, "What happened the next day?"
Ludwig knew it at first, and after pondering for a moment, his eyes flashed with a look of astonishment: "You mean..."
Yegor nodded, "I'm afraid that's true."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and their expressions became strange in unison:
"-If this is really the case, it would be complicated."