Bang!
In an instant, the entire auditorium fell into dead silence.
In the audience, no one could react at all. One moment, the boy helped the girl who fell to the ground, and the next moment, he suddenly punched Ingmar.
Amidst the exclamations, Ingmar's eyes changed, and he was mixed with panic and anger. He subconsciously recited secret words in his mouth, but his face turned pale, and he almost lost control of the ether.
Fortunately, the shield he carried was activated, and the repulsive force field blocked the young man's fist. But the force of the counter-shock also caused him to stumble to the ground.
There was a crisp sound, and the skin of Ye Qingxuan's finger cracked and a scar appeared, but he didn't care at all. He just took a step forward and pursued fiercely, hitting Ingmar's shield almost frantically.
Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground, frightened by Ye Qingxuan's frantic look, and forgot to resist.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
In the silence, there was only the sound of a hammer hitting a shield. It was not until Ye Qingxuan tried to break the shield for the fourth time that he was suddenly pulled away by the person next to him.
"enough!"
Yegor frowned and snorted in annoyance. The boy's movements trembled, and a pair of huge shackles and stone rings suddenly appeared on his limbs, making him unable to move.
But he glared at Ingmar who got up from the ground and roared hoarsely:
"Speak! Ingmar, you bastard!"
Seeing his helpless look, Ingmar's panicked mind calmed down. He couldn't help but snorted coldly and dusted himself off:
"Keep your grace, classmate Ye, don't be like a mad dog who doesn't even know how to behave."
"Ye Zi, calm down." The stunned Charles rushed up from the backstage and grabbed Ye Qingxuan: "What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed angrily and threw the blood-stained manuscript into his hand, "See for yourself."
Charles took the manuscript and read it quickly, just as fast as Ye Qingxuan. But before he had read half of it, he suddenly raised his head: "No, this is... interpretation method?"
He finally understood, and the smile that had been on his face disappeared, and he just looked at Ingmar angrily: "Mr. Ingmar, where did you get the theory in this?!"
"enough!"
Ingmar growled. "Is it your turn to question me? I haven't charged you with attacking the teacher yet! Someone, drag these two scum down..."
"What's wrong, are you scared?"
Ye Qingxuan sneered and raised his voice: "Are you afraid that I will reveal your true identity? Or..."
"That's enough! Let these two guys shut up..."
Ingmar was almost roaring, interrupting his voice, but Ye Qingxuan's voice overcame him, like iron pieces roaring during friction, with rage condensed into substance:
"Or are you afraid that everyone will know that your so-called academic achievements and your great breakthroughs are all plagiarism!!!"
There was dead silence.
In an instant, everyone looked at Ingmar, and soon they looked at the two angry teenagers. Thinking of their teacher, they seemed to understand something, but they fell into even greater confusion.
Plagiarism? Did Ingmar really plagiarize other people's work
If this is true, it is definitely one of the biggest scandals the Royal Academy of Music has ever seen!
Sensing the subtle changes in the eyes of those people, Ingmar's expression suddenly turned livid, and the evil in his eyes was almost full.
"Ye Qingxuan, this is the auditorium, not a place for you to talk nonsense!" He gritted his teeth and whispered: "I have never heard of any interpretation!"
"Is it?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled, his smile was extremely gentle, but it made people feel inexplicably cold.
He raised his hand, and Ciel tacitly unfolded the manuscript and put it into his hand. He dragged the shackles and stone rings that were enough to bend his spine and took a step forward, his eyes fixed on that face:
"Then please explain to me, in the last chapter of the Voynich manuscript, how did you clarify the context at this stage when all the Dark Ages texts have not been completed?"
He took a step forward and asked: "In the language, how are feminine, masculine, or neutral distinctions among nouns related to matter? How are the rules for the conjugation of verbs obtained?"
"What musical analysis did you use to decipher this man-made language of the Dark Ages? And what is the important logic of this text called a coded language?"
"What are the references?"
“Where did you get the inspiration?”
"When was the breakthrough?"
As Ye Qingxuan approached step by step, Ingmar gritted his teeth and remained silent, but Ye Qingxuan's voice became louder and louder, until finally, it was like a roar, making everyone's eardrums ache:
"Why report it to the Holy City so quietly? Are you afraid that others will know about your achievements before the Holy City Conference? Are you afraid that others will find out that your so-called achievements were stolen from other people's hard work! Ingmar, why are you backing down? What? Why are you silent? Why don't you even dare to resist when facing a student like me? - Why don't you even dare to say a fucking word?!"
Ingmar's expression twitched, and she glared at him with a burst of anger.
What he worried about most finally happened.
If his results are published at the Holy City Conference two months later, and then spread to the world, he will be able to naturally occupy the position of master. By then, both Abraham and Ye Qingxuan will be nothing more than clowns. , not worth mentioning.
But, but... why did such a crazy principal get inside information in advance? Moreover, why would it be publicized on such a fatal occasion
Why was this damn white-haired bastard caught
Why should I be questioned by this damn guy
Simply... Simply...
Absolutely abominable!
For a moment, he was confused and confused. He was pressed hard by Ye Qingxuan step by step and could hardly get off the stage.
"What is your identity?" He squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "A brat who knows nothing and is not even a formal musician, is he worthy of questioning me?!"
"Well, how about changing to someone who is qualified?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled, "For example, let the Musicians Association conduct the review?"
In an instant, Ingmar's expression changed drastically, and a hint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes: "You have offended enough today, Ye Qingxuan..."
"Oh, why did you suddenly start arguing?"
Suddenly, a figure in Xiejiri stood up and stopped in front of him at the right time, with a look of confusion and confusion on his face that seemed to be completely false.
It was the principal who had "disappeared" for a long time.
"Oh, it was my mistake and lack of consideration. I didn't expect that it would cause such a fierce conflict. It seems that everyone still has some disputes about Teacher Ingmar's results. It's a friendly discussion and a friendly exchange. It must be friendly."
While speaking some unapologetic words, he suppressed all etheric fluctuations without leaving a trace, taking away everyone's control.
"Let's discuss this later. We must find a solution carefully, seriously and seriously at the teachers' meeting in the evening."
The principal never mentioned anything about Ingmar's plagiarism or Ye Qingxuan's offensive attack just now. It was like he was blind. He didn't see Ingmar's gloomy look or the blood on Ye Qingxuan's fingertips. He just looked kindly. Smiling, like a kind parent, trying to eliminate the conflicts between the backs.
"Okay, Ye Qingxuan, please stop making trouble."
Maxwell patted him on the shoulder lightly, seemingly meaningfully: "You can't bring matters in the school to the Musicians Association, right? That's too exaggerated. If this continues, how will the school committee's face be saved?"
As he spoke, he hung up the badge on Ye Qingxuan's hand and forced the certificate into his hand, so that the award ceremony was completed.
"Remember to report to the big library tomorrow morning. There is a big prize waiting for you there." He patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:
"I promise, it will be so rich that it will surprise you."
"As for Mr. Ingmar..."
He paused for a moment, then looked at Ingmar with a gloating expression:
"I think he must have a lot to explain to the school committee."