In the afternoon, in a small room.
"If he wants to be number one, let him be."
Gavin said this, causing the expressions of several other people to change. The cadres of the student union were stunned for a moment and discussed in low voices, with expressions full of helplessness and dissatisfaction.
"I can understand your feeling that you don't want an Oriental to shine in the Royal Academy of Music - this is the glory of Anglo after all."
Gavin said calmly: "But if you want to win, you must at least be upright, right? We are all musicians, not dirty thieves. If you can't even look at the upright winning and losing, how can you pursue Dayuanhe?" truth?"
Someone hesitated and whispered: "Actually, if we just unite all the departments..."
"Do you need me to remind you all again?"
Gavin interrupted him expressionlessly, "The world is very big, and there are many kinds of people. The sages have already discussed many classifications, so I won't say more about them. But you have to understand: no matter how many there are, According to this classification, Ye Qingxuan is definitely the most difficult one. The more pressure you put on him, the more terrifying his rebound will be. Have you experienced this yourself? "
Gavin's words made everyone in the room fall into silence, and they couldn't help but want to smile bitterly:
Indeed, haven’t they experienced enough? Over the past few months, instead of being squeezed out under pressure, the Oriental had grown higher and higher through their strength.
And he is definitely not the kind of person who likes to tolerate. Every time he feels offended, he will slap him back suddenly. Fast, hard, and painful.
Until now... there was nothing they could do to him.
Karen shook his head and sighed, "Are we going to sit back and watch?"
"Why not?" Gavin asked, "If it follows the rules of the game, then isn't it natural for him to be the first?"
"But… "
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. After all, he deserves it, right? Who are we to deny this result?"
Gavin shook his head slightly, looked serious, looked around at everyone present, and raised his voice:
"I will officially leave school and graduate in one month, and the student union will be taken over by Karen. His work ability and contribution to the school are obvious to everyone. Does anyone here have any other opinions?"
Gavin's words stunned everyone. Karen didn't react until a few minutes later, pointing at himself in astonishment: "Me?"
They did not expect that the person Gavin chose would be his deputy Karen. Karen has long been accustomed to the position of deputy, and never thought that one day he would succeed as student council president.
"I... can't do it, right?" Karen hesitated.
"When I first took office, wasn't it far inferior to what you are now?"
Gavin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "The people here are all the elites of the Royal Conservatory of Music and the backbone of the student union. With so many people, nothing will go wrong. Don't worry."
"I'm going to report to the Royal Orchestra tonight, so let's just say goodbye."
He stood up, put on his coat and hat, and nodded slightly to everyone in the room, "I hope everyone can unite together like when I was here to continue to maintain those excellent orders. - Don't let the glory be dusted."
"Don't let your glory become dust!"
The young people stood up, chanted the college's motto, and respectfully watched Gavin leave.
Gavin smiled, turned around and left, walking into the afternoon sunshine outside the door.
Fading away.
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…
As the afternoon sun gradually sets, the rays of the setting sun shine everywhere.
And the school anniversary day has finally come to an end.
After a series of strange developments and unexpected mental shocks, the hell trial that tested everyone's will and heart is finally coming to an end.
It is really gratifying. Everyone is thinking about the beauty of peaceful life, and their faces are filled with happy smiles. It is like the whole world is celebrating.
If they were in the East, this group of students would definitely set off some firecrackers to celebrate and send a disaster star away.
In the auditorium, everyone was sitting in their seats with solemn expressions, waiting for the last moment to arrive, but there was a relaxed and happy atmosphere in front of each other.
On the podium, the school leader was talking nonsense that sounded powerful but was actually useless, while in the background, Ye Qingxuan was nervously dressing up, rarely wearing a formal dress.
Charles pulled hard and tightened his tie. Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt like he was on the gallows.
"Senior brother, please be gentle, are you trying to strangle me?"
"Be serious, you will go on stage to receive the award later."
Charles applied a thick layer of hair wax to his head and combed his hair into a weird-looking big back, leaving his bare forehead shiny.
He looked at the young man's uncomfortable look and said seriously: "The principal will give you the award in person later. Don't be nervous, Ye Zi."
"Who do you think made me look like this?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed, "Besides, it's just the principal, it's not like I've never seen him before."
Charles raised his eyebrows and said, "My friend, you are pretending to look like me when I was young."
"Haha, it's all senior brother you taught me well."
"Each other."
The two bitch brothers began to flatter and compliment them on a daily basis, unaware that the people around them had quietly distanced themselves and pretended not to recognize them.
"Senior brother, have you noticed that the people around us no longer want to pay attention to us?"
"Is it?"
Ciel looked around and laughed: "Maybe he is jealous of our beauty."
Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and ignored him completely.
Just as the two were chatting, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the front desk. The student working in the backstage waved vigorously, reminding him that it was time to come on stage.
And at the front desk, the principal couldn't wait any longer.
"Where is our first place? Where is Chief Ye?"
He whistled happily, without any hint of tune: "It's really beyond my expectation that a foreign student from the East won the first place in the anniversary test at the Royal Conservatory of Music in Anglo-Saxon. My classmates, too. Work harder and don’t be left too far behind!”
“…”
There was a bleak silence in the audience, and it was obvious that their self-esteem had been completely hit again. Just behind the principal, the expressions of the coaches from several departments also became unsightly—but there was nothing to be done about it, that was the fact.
Ye Qingxuan only felt a little numb on his scalp. He hadn't received the award yet, so why did he feel such full resentment.
"Come, boy, stand next to me."
The principal carelessly took Ye Qingxuan over and looked him up and down, as if looking at some rare treasure. After a long time, he suddenly sighed with regret.
"You're actually wearing a Western-style dress? What a pity, and the hair style is also very bad. Your barber is really lucky, and he hasn't been beaten to death yet."
He shook his head and sighed, making Ye Qingxuan blush and glared fiercely at Charles who was hiding behind the curtain in the backstage.
Maxwell patted the young man's shoulder and said with emotion: "To be honest, I'm still looking forward to your oriental attire. The wide robe and big sleeves, the gentleman's style, the exotic style is intoxicating! However, there is an oriental silkworm mother You once gave me a black robe, do you want to try it on?"
Having said this, he blinked and looked at Ye Qingxuan expectantly, hoping that he would nod immediately.
"Uh..." Ye Qingxuan was speechless for a while: "Let's forget it. I came to Angelou when I was very young. I'm afraid it won't look good even if I wear it."
"Really? That's a pity." Maxwell shook his head regretfully and said seriously: "The East is a good place, you should go there."
"Ahem."
Behind him, Sigma coughed in a low voice and signaled the principal to stop procrastinating and finish awarding the awards quickly.
I don't know if Sigma's prayer had an effect, or if the principal finally had enough, he coughed twice, and finally stopped talking and just clapped his hands, and then, solemn music started playing.
Right next to the podium, the two young girls in white dresses came up to the stage with smiles and held silver plates in their hands. The silver plates held the boy's medal and certificate.
I have to say that the principal, an old pervert, has good taste. The two girls, Pingpin Tingting, stepped forward, their delicate bodies looming under their long white skirts, attracting the attention of most people.
After careful makeup, the upper cheeks have a delicate beauty, like oriental porcelain, perfect, and the red lips are like fire, which is heart-warming.
In Ciel's words, he really couldn't help but be a little excited.
As the music was playing, the principal smiled and took the lead in applauding. Soon, applause also broke out from the audience.
Just behind the principal, among the coaches who were in the background, Ludwig acted as if nothing was wrong and clapped happily. Although Yegor was reluctant, he reluctantly clapped his hands twice as a confirmation of the first place.
Seeing everyone clapping, Sigma glanced at Ye Qingxuan, couldn't help but sneered, put on a fake smile, and clapped along.
But at the moment when he was about to present the award to the boy, the principal paused, as if he remembered something, and suddenly slapped his forehead:
"Oh, look at my bad memory! I forgot to mention a very important happy event!"
The atmosphere froze for an instant, the melody stopped, and everyone looked at the principal on the stage in astonishment.
But the principal was blinking his eyes happily, as if he had picked up two lapis gold bars while walking on the road, and he was as happy as anything.
Seeing him looking so happy, everyone suddenly had a subtle premonition of cheating: Is there going to be another evil moth
God bless.
Although I don't know if it was God's blessing, this time, what he said finally didn't sound like bad news.
Instead, everyone was caught off guard by this surprise.
He said, "I just received the news this morning that an outstanding teacher in our school gained inspiration from years of hard teaching and solved a famous industry problem: the last volume of the Voynich Manuscript!"
In the long silence, the whole place was silent.
The students who didn't know about the Voynich Manuscript, which had puzzled all the enlightenment musicians around the world for decades, looked around in confusion, while the students who knew about it were shocked and speechless.
The content of the last volume of the "Voynich Manuscript" has been cracked
There has been no progress except for sporadic fragments for a hundred years. Even Miss Laura Kraft, who is called a new generation of masters, said that "if there is no progress in music theory within a few decades, I am afraid it will not be possible to crack" the last volume. Did you interpret it
Once this news gets out, inspired musicians around the world will be ecstatic.
Not only because of the ancient history contained in the Voynich manuscript, but the method of deciphering it is enough to make a big step forward in inspiring musicians' music theory!
There is no doubt that this will also create a new storm in the academic world - they seem to have seen the arrival of a theoretical change!
In the long silence, everyone stared nervously at the principal to make sure he was not joking.
But in the dark corner behind the principal, Sigma's heart sank and he felt at a loss: he didn't understand at all that even the news he had just received before coming here would be announced at the Holy City Conference two months later. Why did that guy Maxwell know about it in advance!
He subconsciously glanced at the crowd, and after realizing that the damn guy didn't appear, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please rest assured, I am not joking this time."
While everyone was watching, Maxwell took out a thin volume of manuscript from his arms and waved his hand.
"This achievement has been affirmed by the Holy City. The scholars of the Council called it: a bold innovation and a new way of interpretation, the rising of a shining morning star! The last volume of "Voynich Scrolls" has no There is no doubt that it has been cracked! Soon, the Holy City will ring the bell of the sage, announcing to the whole world another great breakthrough and progress in music theory! Oh, he is so low-key, if it weren't for the fact that I have many acquaintances within the church Friends, even I didn’t know that he had achieved such great results in obscurity! Let us applaud and celebrate the great achievements of this teacher!”
He paused and suddenly pulled out the unprepared coach behind him:
"—Congratulations to ours, Mr. Ingmar!"
For a moment, Ingmar was caught off guard and was dragged under the light, his face turned pale.
In the silence, before he had time to say anything, he only had time to squeeze out a hasty smile, and there was a roar of applause from the audience. The sound was like a tsunami. The applause and cheers almost overturned the entire auditorium.
Not only was it ten times louder than before
Amid the warm applause, Sigma gradually stabilized his mood, calmed down, smiled, and just waved and nodded reservedly.
But he didn't see the silent white-haired boy behind him.
The young man pondered, looking at his slightly trembling calves, his brows slowly wrinkled.
In his eyes, a haze gradually appeared.
…
"Sorry."
The young man's lips opened and closed, muttering silently.
Where no one was paying attention, he raised his toes slightly, stepped on the skirt of the etiquette lady next to him, and pulled back suddenly and silently.
Right on the podium, the shoulder of the girl who was smiling reservedly was suddenly shaken.
She stumbled first and took a step back involuntarily. Then, the high heels under her feet rubbed against the floor and she lost her balance. The silver plate in her hand fell out and flew into the sky.
And she had fallen backwards.
Under the eyes of everyone, there was a burst of exclamation.
Instantly weightless, when she realized she was falling, she couldn't help but scream and closed her eyes in fear. But at that moment, she felt someone step forward and put a hand on her waist.
Her fall stopped abruptly.
The force of the fall turned into a gyration under the gentle push, just like the movements in a dance. Her long white skirt unfolded in the sway, and the silver thread embedded in the skirt reflected the light, refracting the bright and shining light. .
Like pure white peonies.
She froze.
She felt the hand holding her up, preventing her from falling to the ground.
As if flying in the clouds, she felt her cheek pressed against the dress, close to the unfamiliar chest. A steady heartbeat and heat came from the chest, making her no longer afraid, and her screams were silenced.
In the awkward silence, she timidly opened her eyes and saw the white-haired boy in front of her. The young man held her soft waist with one hand, and caught the silver plate and medal falling from the sky with the other hand.
But that young and stiff face was looking down at her, her panicked expression reflected in the dark eyes. The slightly hoarse voice is full of softness:
"Are you okay?"
A faint pink spread on the girl's face, she shook her head slightly, supported him to stand up, and regained her dignified posture, but her eyes could not regain the indifference and grace they had just before.
Just as he was turning around, Ingmar was squeezed and staggered. He turned around and glared at Ye Qingxuan fiercely, annoyed that he had interrupted him from enjoying the students' applause.
Ye Qingxuan turned a blind eye to this, he just lowered his head, picked up the manuscript that had just been "accidentally" swept from the principal's hand to the ground, and patted the dust on it:
"Ah, sorry, even the manuscript was knocked off."
Ingmar's expression stiffened for a moment, and he reached out to take the manuscript from the young man's hand, but saw Ye Qingxuan casually opening the manuscript as if by accident, and his eyes swept across the pages.
He reached out and grabbed the thin roll in the boy's middle, trying to pull it out, but found that it wouldn't move, as if he was grabbing something embedded in the rock.
The boy's movements also stopped.
He looked at the manuscript in his hand, as if frozen, motionless.
As his thumb loosened, the curved pages of the book bounced up quickly, and page after page flashed in front of him, leaving almost no afterimage of the fleeting handwriting.
Page, page, and page are filled with deja vu, so familiar.
Until finally, the boy raised his head.
His eyes changed.
There was only darkness in the dark pupils.
There was no reflection, no anger, as if everything had been swallowed up by something hidden in the darkness. So in the end, there was only pure darkness.
Staring at those eyes, Ingmar was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but take a step back. Soon, his eyes became gloomy and he tried to stay calm.
"Hey, Ingmar."
The young man suddenly asked softly: "If you have done something wrong, wouldn't you be afraid of walking at night?"
"What do you mean?" Ingmar frowned.
"it means… "
Under the young man's uniform, his fists were clenched and veins popped out. Under the cuffs, the muscles were tense, like a bowstring tightening, and then there was a reverberation of rage.
Along with the fist, he hit that damn face:
"—You bastard who has lost all dignity as a musician!"