Still in the room above the transparent dome of the lecture theater, looking down, the entire classroom is unobstructed.
After the administrator opened the door and scanned around, he saw the person sitting in the center. Then he understood: "I also said what kind of big shot made them so trembling. Even I was shocked."
Accompanied by many teachers, a middle-aged man with gray hair sat on the sofa, holding on to his cane and staring intently at the examination room.
When he noticed the administrator coming in, he raised his head and smiled softly.
"That would be a bit exaggerated, Mr. Administrator."
The visitor shook his head: "I am just His Majesty's envoy. If there is anything worthy of awe, it comes from His Majesty's majesty, right?"
"Ahaha, you make me feel a little ashamed just by saying that."
The administrator dragged a chair and sat down carelessly, not caring about the frowns of the aristocratic musicians next to him:
"If one of the guardians of Angelus, the contemporary 'Lancelot', is not considered noble, wouldn't those guys who are proud of their bloodline be the same as us black necks hanging out in the lower city?"
Lancelot was stunned for a moment, and his tone was a little helpless: "Long time no see, Mr. Administrator is still merciless."
"It's natural to be arrogant. There's nothing we can do about it." The administrator spread his hands.
Lancelot shook his head and said nothing. He just lowered his gaze to the classroom below:
"What do you think of these kids?"
"Look what you said, this is Angelou's hope for the future. When they enter this school, they are no longer children. However, they are neither children nor adults, so they have the privilege of continuing to be innocent. .Sometimes this privilege feels like too much trouble."
"Who among you didn't come here like this?" Lancelot smiled.
"Well, that's right." The administrator nodded: "In terms of specific qualities, they are all barely adequate, but having one is very worry-free."
"Oh? Let me guess."
Lancelot lowered his head and looked around, and his eyes fell on Charles: "Is he this warrior who dares to eat fruit in public?"
"How can this guy be considered a warrior? He just has no face and skin, right?"
The administrator sighed: "It's the one next to him, with very eye-catching white hair."
"That little girl?"
Lancelot looked at Bai Xi and was stunned when he saw the look in her eyes. After a while, he nodded in admiration: "She is a little girl with eyes like a lion. It's just that she kept throwing paper balls from beginning to end, not listening to what you were saying at all... "
"Haha, are you kidding me?"
The administrator rolled his eyes: "You know which one I'm talking about."
Lancelot was silent for a moment and shook his head slowly.
"Among so many people, there are young men with excellent talents like Adrian's family, there are rebellious and reckless little girls, and there is also a shameless foodie who has no idea what he wants to do. Among the noble children There are many outstanding people, and there are also many young people who are perseverant and ambitious among the common people..." He said: "The people you like are completely inconspicuous among them."
"So, you are not a good teacher." The administrator sighed.
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."
"As for the so-called teachers, once the class is over, they can't think about who is sitting under the stage. No matter who they are, they are idiots who don't understand anything. Idiots have nothing to care about, no matter how smart they are, they are idiots. They are also idiots. But unfortunately, your mission is to make idiots less idiots. So, always try your best. Preference should not appear in the teacher's dictionary. But if you say prefer something As for students, it must be because it is easier to teach such students."
At this point, he rolled his eyes and looked at Lancelot: "You said class is so troublesome. If there are students, it would make me worry-free and happy. Why shouldn't I like him?"
Lancelot was silent. He stared down at the classroom, which was starting to become noisy. His eyes fell on the white-haired boy in the penultimate row by the window.
After a long time, he shook his head: "To be honest, I didn't see it."
"That's because you're not standing in front of him, but that's how it is in class. Everyone has to face each other and look into each other's eyes, just like they have to be polite before a duel. But the world is changing so fast. Everyone is used to one-on-one private tutoring, and if they don’t understand something, they can always go to the teacher. But in the end, they even forgot the rules of the class.”
The administrator pointed to the classroom below:
"Look at this group of guys, those who crumple paper balls, those who sleep, those who whisper to each other, those who stare at the blackboard in a daze, and the one from Adrian's house who plays with his fingers. The better ones are just silly geese who can only nod. , and then write down everything you said, like Scotland Yard taking notes... Some guys just ate without thinking about the teacher's mood or the teacher's stomach! There is only one in the whole classroom He looks at you silently and listens to your lecture voice. There is a look in his eyes that says 'I'm so damn happy to be in class'. How can I not like him?"
Lancelot stared at him: "Is this the truth or an excuse?"
"you guess?"
The administrator spread his hands and laughed playfully.
In the awkward silence, a loud noise suddenly came from the lecture theater below.
When everyone heard the sound and lowered their heads, they were all stunned by the sudden chaos.
"No way? Are you going to make such a fuss on the first day of school?"
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Five minutes ago, in the silent classroom.
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and turned over the thick textbook in his hand, reading in silence.
"What are you looking at? So serious."
In the silence, he felt someone standing next to him and knocked on his desk: "You have a good attitude towards learning, but do you know all the words? Do you want me to teach you?"
Ye Qingxuan frowned and closed the book.
At some point, the red-haired boy and his companions drove away the people in the front row and stood in front of his table.
Edmund lowered his head and looked down at the white-haired boy with a playful look in his eyes. But Ye Qingxuan didn't respond, just looked at him silently.
He was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but glance sideways in the original direction. In his original position, Banner was expressionless, so his expression changed for a moment and then became fierce.
"I heard that you were sent to the examination room after your leg was broken."
He bent down and looked at Ye Qingxuan, and asked in a low voice: "Let me guess whose dog food you stole, right?"
Bang!
Bai Xi threw the fruit in his hand on the chair, stood up and glared at him: "Hey, your mouth is so dirty, did you eat breakfast in the toilet!"
The little girl pinched her knuckles and said, "I'm just talking nonsense, be careful with your front teeth."
"What are you doing, you want to hit me?"
Edmund glanced at her, shook his head and sneered: "The Royal Academy of Music is not a place for people like you to run wild. There are rules here, do you understand?"
As he spoke, he rubbed the fat on his face with a look of disdain: "If you touch me, the school committee will send you back to the stinking ditch in the lower city."
Bai Xi fell silent.
She bit her lip and said nothing.
The little girl was already irritated, and her eyes became dangerous. Usually at this time, she won't say anything anymore, and will only pull out a knife and cut letters. But this time she was disappointed because Ye Qingxuan had no reaction from the beginning to the end.
He just remained silent, looking down at the manual he had just pulled out of his backpack, his eyes focused and serious, as if he was not aware of the sound just now.
Next to him, Charles was nibbling the last two oranges with a curious look on his face, looking around doubtfully, until finally, his eyes fell on Edmund. That strange look made Edmund particularly unhappy:
"And you, what are you looking at? If you are sensible, get out of here!"
Charles was stunned for a moment, he seemed to hesitate, and finally dropped the orange peel, lowered his head and ran away. Seeing his cowardly look, Edmund and the others laughed loudly.
Bai Xi's expression became more and more disappointed, and she spat at his back: "I misjudged you."
"Yeah, what's the point of following these two losers? What a pity for this pretty face..."
Edmund squinted his eyes at her cheek and held out his hand.
Bai Xi looked at his hand coldly. His cold gaze made his hand freeze in mid-air, and he took it back with some embarrassment.
"I heard that she and this sissy haven't paid their tuition yet. I really don't know how they got in." The person next to Edmund laughed contemptuously: "If I were the college, I would definitely drive these black necks away. go out… "
After hearing his words, Edmund became bolder.
"Can't even afford the tuition? How about I lend you some?"
He took out his bulging money bag and waved it in front of Bai Xi. Looking at Bai Xi's cheek, he couldn't help swallowing, his eyes were burning, and he whispered:
"Come to me tonight and I'll take you to have some fun... It doesn't matter how much money you want."
Ye Qingxuan remained silent, just flipping through the booklet issued by the college in his hand quickly, his eyes scanning the pages intently without moving.
Edmund only felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if Mou Zujin had punched the air, but there was no response as he expected. The other party remained motionless. Feeling that Banner's eyes were cold in the distance, his expression became more fierce, and he patted Ye Qingxuan's table hard:
"Hey, loser, why are you pretending to be deaf and dumb? Can't you speak?"
"He is studying." The person next to him laughed teasingly: "That's what low-class people are like. They can't do anything but study. Maybe they can't even speak."
"What is he doing?" Another person reached out and picked up the booklet in Ye Qingxuan's hand. When he saw the gold characters on the spine, he couldn't help laughing:
"Student Code?"
Until, Ye Qingxuan closed the book with his hands and let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing him being so mysterious, Edmund wanted to laugh. He reached out and patted Ye Qingxuan's face: "What? Is there any magical story in the student code? You are fascinated by it."