Chapter 194
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Chapter 194: I Do Mind
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Bench Guy was silent. "If that’s what you think, then I have nothing to say. But if I wanted to harm you, why would I have advised you this morning?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. What he said did make sense, but it was still not enough to prove his innocence.
Charles, who had been watching for a while, moved over and asked softly, "Is this guy reliable?"
Ye Qingxuan looked up at Bench Guy's eye and shook his head. "To be honest, he's not very reliable."
"…Can you not say that in front of me?" Bench Guy said.
Bench Guy was filled with awkwardness, but Ye Qingxuan changed the topic immediately. "But at least he’s good at talking, especially with his chicken soup for the restless soul!"
"Is that a compliment?" Bench Guy's voice grew more troubled, but Charles came up and grasped his hand enthusiastically.
"Then we must be the same type of person! Nice to meet you! I’ve been here for so many years, but I didn’t know there was another graduate student who liked chicken soup like me. We should interact more closely." As he spoke, Charles touched Bench Guy’s hands, and his tone became flirty. "Wow, your hand feels really soft..."
"You—what do you want?" Bench Guy got goosebumps from Charles’s tone. He tried to draw his hand back, but he found that his hand was held tightly and he could not pull away.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to read your palm." Charles grabbed Bench Guy’s wrist and leisurely pried the fingers open one by one. Understanding filled his eyes. "No calluses, unlike a commoner, but there’s also no cream applied, so he’s not like an elite either."
Ye Qingxuan nodded. "There are no injuries on the fingers, his nails are finely trimmed, skin is cared for properly…his family probably isn’t short of money."
At last, the two of them stopped pretending and circled around while studying at the nervous Bench Guy with their sharp and harsh eyes. The two exchanged views with a few words, never considering that who they were talking about was right before them.
"His clothes are clean and well-ironed. He cares about his appearance and has a sense of honor, but a little shallow..." Ye Qingxuan paused and suddenly realized, "He wants to make people think that he is a careful and serious person."
"The headset is of poor taste, but it looks just right. It’s accurate…to the millimeter? Ah, Junior, bro, he has OCD!"
"Yeah, so he’s not poor."
"But not an elite."
"But hopes to make a good impression."
"…with OCD."
The two people glanced at each other, and Ye Qingxuan said, "He’s the son of a merchant?"
"Or maybe the descendant of a scholar."
"What about a local lord?" Ye Qing added. "It's possible too."
Charles nodded. "But there’s no doubt he’s a utilitarian, an ambitious one with high aspirations...none of the above should have anything to do with that group of the second-generation failures."
The two people nodded in satisfaction.
"Reasoning complete."
"Explanation finished."
"Yay."
The two *ssholes high-fived happily and made synchronized peace signs. On the couch, Bench Guy subconsciously moved to pull out a handkerchief from the bosom and wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Soon, he realized that he could not pull out a handkerchief or wipe the sweat on his forehead.
"Did I pass the inspection?" He smiled wryly. "So, how many people are we going to look for then? I heard that there are more than twenty people on Revelations’ main team this year."
"You don't have to look for more. Five is enough."
"Five?" Bench Guy counted on his fingers for a long while. "There are only four people. Is there someone else who joined?"
"Not a human, but we do have a dog." Charles waved to him with Old Phil’s paw. "What do you think? This is one of your teammates. Do you want to come and say hello?"
"..." Under Old Phil’s disdainful gaze, Bench Guy was shocked and could not react immediately.
"Since we have enough people, there’s one last problem." Charles slapped his thigh and looked up. He asked, "Has anyone played soccer before?"
"..." It was dead silence and no one raised their hand.
Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "Senior, haven’t you played before?"
"Of course not. I was really annoying when I was little, so no one would like to play with me. It was really sad. Yezi, don’t tell me that you haven’t played before?"
"Uh…" Ye Qingxuan's gaze suddenly drifted up. "I used to have a lot of homework. How would I have time to play?"
Stunned, Charles turned to Bai Xi.
"What are you looking at me for?" Bai Xi snorted. "Why would I fight over a ball with dozens of people for no reason? It’s not like I can eat the ball!"
Charles looked at Old Phil with the last shred of hope. Old Phil glared at him as looking down on his IQ. Did he think a dog would play soccer for fun?
Charles was completely hopeless. He turned toward Bench Guy. "You?"
Bench Guy felt a little awkward all of a sudden. "Well, when I was young, my tutor was very strict. I thought all of you would have played before."
"…That is to say, none of us have ever played before?" No one responded. And so, Charles sighed. "It’s late tonight. Everyone go take a bath and sleep. We still have to go get killed tomorrow. Hope that it won’t be too ugly..."
-
The next day, was a breezy and sunny day. In the Requiem enchantment was a vast stadium with every seat occupied. As far as one could see, it was a dark mass of noisy people.
Ye Qingxuan stepped onto the field, feeling the green grass underfoot, the wind with the smell of grass, and the light earthy smell of the soil. It made him nostalgic. Even the sound of the tide that had haunted his ears was gone now. It was as if he was back in a vast prairie on the mainland instead of this distant and strange city.
"It feels so good to be standing on firm soil, Charles." he suddenly said without any particular reason, making Charles bewildered.
When the crowd in the audience noticed that the youth had appeared on the field, they suddenly began rustling.
Quite a few people booed him while there were a lot of people with painted faces who waved flags and cheered, despite the pressure from the school.
"Concertmaster Ye! I support you!"
"Concertmaster Ye will win! Show those guys your power!"
In the crowd, someone suddenly screamed, "Eastern Ye, I want to make babies with you!"
"…Making babies is unnecessary." Ye Qingxuan’s expression slacked and he waved to the spectators.
Soon the referee appeared on the field. It was the first game of the day, and captain Charles went to draw on behalf of his team. Ye Qingxuan had strongly opposed this because Charles was always unlucky; however, it seemed that no one in this team was lucky, so he just went with it.
The result was as predicted…
"It really is the shortest draw."
Ye Qingxuan looked at the returning Charles with an expressionless face. Charles squeezed out an awkward smile. "The rainbow comes after the storm. The rainbow comes after the storm…"
"After the storm your *ss! The first is the seed team of Modifications. Of the twelve players, there are three graduates! The others are all destructive maniacs..." Ye Qingxuan wanted to die. "We don’t even need to play. They can just put the soccer ball aside and shoot a frost ray or palm flame per person and I don’t even know how dead we’ll be!"
"Hey, Concertmaster Ye, we're ready. Can we start?" On the other side of the field, the Modifications guys were ready and filled with anticipation.
With the current situation, everyone knew that Concertmaster Ye, who had had his time to shine in the first round, was now the easiest to bully.
If it was the ordinary students who had the advantage in the first round, then the second round was completely reversed. This was the graduates’ home turf. These guys had been in the school for years and had learned countless music scores.
Even the stupidest person could reach the Rhythm level after five or six years. The outstanding students would at least be at the edge Deva sensing and would become formal musicians soon.
Not to mention, there were a dozen of them who already had the qualifications to officially become a musician. For those guys, defeating the juniors was easy as pie.
Regardless of the others, the weirdos from the History department meant nothing to these people. If they did not seize this chance to squeeze out few credits, it would be against their morals.
"Don't be impatient. We're still talking about our strategy." Ye Qingxuan squeezed out a smile.
The referee looked down at his pocket watch. "I’ll give you five minutes."
"It’s okay. We're not in a hurry. You can talk as slowly as you wish, Concertmaster Ye. How about ten minutes? Is that enough?" James, the captain of the Modifications team, waved his hand with uncharacteristic generosity. Meeting the eyes of his teammates, they burst into laughter.
"Twenty minutes is okay too." Someone on the team whistled.
No matter how one looked at things, this round was their stage. Even if they gave Ye Qingxuan ten more minutes, would he be able to make ten more people appear like magic? So, the people of Charles’ team turned green. Bai Xi stuck her middle finger up at the other side defiantly.
"What should we do?" Charles whispered.
"Nothing. They’re ready to destroy us, so what else can we do?" Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth. "Do as planned! I don't believe that they’ll be more shameless than us..."
Soon, under the referee's arrangement, the two teams stood on the dividing line at the center of the field. Before the game began, they shook hands with each other. Looking at the team twice as large as Ye Qingxuan’s and their eager members, the supporters in the audience began to lose their faith.
But soon, the enemies were stunned. "Wait, who is that?"
Bench Guy with a concrete brick on his head looked at the sky like nothing was happening. He whistled innocently as if not aware of how strange he looked. In an instant, everyone looked at him and he abruptly stiffened. "Uh..."
"This is our new member, his nickname is little Zhuzi. You can just call him Dunzi." Ye Qingxuan waved to Bench Guy with an emotionless face. "Dunzi, stop spacing out and come to say hi."
Bench Guy seemed to glare at Ye Qingxuan, but soon, he sighed helplessly. "Hello everyone. I’m little Zhuzi."
What the hell? Little Zhuzi? James did not believe him at all. He frowned and stared at him, "Are you from the History department? Why haven't we seen you before? Isn’t your costume a bit suspicious?"
"It’s because he's ugly. He doesn’t want to scare you,"Ye Qingxuan lied shamelessly and squinted at them. "Moreover, he just has to be from our school, right? Would you like to check the student ID? You care about this too much. People who don’t know better might think you're from the executive office."
"You..."
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Chapter 194: I Do Mind
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Bench Guy was silent. "If that’s what you think, then I have nothing to say. But if I wanted to harm you, why would I have advised you this morning?"
Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. What he said did make sense, but it was still not enough to prove his innocence.
Charles, who had been watching for a while, moved over and asked softly, "Is this guy reliable?"
Ye Qingxuan looked up at Bench Guy's eye and shook his head. "To be honest, he's not very reliable."
"…Can you not say that in front of me?" Bench Guy said.
Bench Guy was filled with awkwardness, but Ye Qingxuan changed the topic immediately. "But at least he’s good at talking, especially with his chicken soup for the restless soul!"
"Is that a compliment?" Bench Guy's voice grew more troubled, but Charles came up and grasped his hand enthusiastically.
"Then we must be the same type of person! Nice to meet you! I’ve been here for so many years, but I didn’t know there was another graduate student who liked chicken soup like me. We should interact more closely." As he spoke, Charles touched Bench Guy’s hands, and his tone became flirty. "Wow, your hand feels really soft..."
"You—what do you want?" Bench Guy got goosebumps from Charles’s tone. He tried to draw his hand back, but he found that his hand was held tightly and he could not pull away.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to read your palm." Charles grabbed Bench Guy’s wrist and leisurely pried the fingers open one by one. Understanding filled his eyes. "No calluses, unlike a commoner, but there’s also no cream applied, so he’s not like an elite either."
Ye Qingxuan nodded. "There are no injuries on the fingers, his nails are finely trimmed, skin is cared for properly…his family probably isn’t short of money."
At last, the two of them stopped pretending and circled around while studying at the nervous Bench Guy with their sharp and harsh eyes. The two exchanged views with a few words, never considering that who they were talking about was right before them.
"His clothes are clean and well-ironed. He cares about his appearance and has a sense of honor, but a little shallow..." Ye Qingxuan paused and suddenly realized, "He wants to make people think that he is a careful and serious person."
"The headset is of poor taste, but it looks just right. It’s accurate…to the millimeter? Ah, Junior, bro, he has OCD!"
"Yeah, so he’s not poor."
"But not an elite."
"But hopes to make a good impression."
"…with OCD."
The two people glanced at each other, and Ye Qingxuan said, "He’s the son of a merchant?"
"Or maybe the descendant of a scholar."
"What about a local lord?" Ye Qing added. "It's possible too."
Charles nodded. "But there’s no doubt he’s a utilitarian, an ambitious one with high aspirations...none of the above should have anything to do with that group of the second-generation failures."
The two people nodded in satisfaction.
"Reasoning complete."
"Explanation finished."
"Yay."
The two *ssholes high-fived happily and made synchronized peace signs. On the couch, Bench Guy subconsciously moved to pull out a handkerchief from the bosom and wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Soon, he realized that he could not pull out a handkerchief or wipe the sweat on his forehead.
"Did I pass the inspection?" He smiled wryly. "So, how many people are we going to look for then? I heard that there are more than twenty people on Revelations’ main team this year."
"You don't have to look for more. Five is enough."
"Five?" Bench Guy counted on his fingers for a long while. "There are only four people. Is there someone else who joined?"
"Not a human, but we do have a dog." Charles waved to him with Old Phil’s paw. "What do you think? This is one of your teammates. Do you want to come and say hello?"
"..." Under Old Phil’s disdainful gaze, Bench Guy was shocked and could not react immediately.
"Since we have enough people, there’s one last problem." Charles slapped his thigh and looked up. He asked, "Has anyone played soccer before?"
"..." It was dead silence and no one raised their hand.
Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "Senior, haven’t you played before?"
"Of course not. I was really annoying when I was little, so no one would like to play with me. It was really sad. Yezi, don’t tell me that you haven’t played before?"
"Uh…" Ye Qingxuan's gaze suddenly drifted up. "I used to have a lot of homework. How would I have time to play?"
Stunned, Charles turned to Bai Xi.
"What are you looking at me for?" Bai Xi snorted. "Why would I fight over a ball with dozens of people for no reason? It’s not like I can eat the ball!"
Charles looked at Old Phil with the last shred of hope. Old Phil glared at him as looking down on his IQ. Did he think a dog would play soccer for fun?
Charles was completely hopeless. He turned toward Bench Guy. "You?"
Bench Guy felt a little awkward all of a sudden. "Well, when I was young, my tutor was very strict. I thought all of you would have played before."
"…That is to say, none of us have ever played before?" No one responded. And so, Charles sighed. "It’s late tonight. Everyone go take a bath and sleep. We still have to go get killed tomorrow. Hope that it won’t be too ugly..."
-
The next day, was a breezy and sunny day. In the Requiem enchantment was a vast stadium with every seat occupied. As far as one could see, it was a dark mass of noisy people.
Ye Qingxuan stepped onto the field, feeling the green grass underfoot, the wind with the smell of grass, and the light earthy smell of the soil. It made him nostalgic. Even the sound of the tide that had haunted his ears was gone now. It was as if he was back in a vast prairie on the mainland instead of this distant and strange city.
"It feels so good to be standing on firm soil, Charles." he suddenly said without any particular reason, making Charles bewildered.
When the crowd in the audience noticed that the youth had appeared on the field, they suddenly began rustling.
Quite a few people booed him while there were a lot of people with painted faces who waved flags and cheered, despite the pressure from the school.
"Concertmaster Ye! I support you!"
"Concertmaster Ye will win! Show those guys your power!"
In the crowd, someone suddenly screamed, "Eastern Ye, I want to make babies with you!"
"…Making babies is unnecessary." Ye Qingxuan’s expression slacked and he waved to the spectators.
Soon the referee appeared on the field. It was the first game of the day, and captain Charles went to draw on behalf of his team. Ye Qingxuan had strongly opposed this because Charles was always unlucky; however, it seemed that no one in this team was lucky, so he just went with it.
The result was as predicted…
"It really is the shortest draw."
Ye Qingxuan looked at the returning Charles with an expressionless face. Charles squeezed out an awkward smile. "The rainbow comes after the storm. The rainbow comes after the storm…"
"After the storm your *ss! The first is the seed team of Modifications. Of the twelve players, there are three graduates! The others are all destructive maniacs..." Ye Qingxuan wanted to die. "We don’t even need to play. They can just put the soccer ball aside and shoot a frost ray or palm flame per person and I don’t even know how dead we’ll be!"
"Hey, Concertmaster Ye, we're ready. Can we start?" On the other side of the field, the Modifications guys were ready and filled with anticipation.
With the current situation, everyone knew that Concertmaster Ye, who had had his time to shine in the first round, was now the easiest to bully.
If it was the ordinary students who had the advantage in the first round, then the second round was completely reversed. This was the graduates’ home turf. These guys had been in the school for years and had learned countless music scores.
Even the stupidest person could reach the Rhythm level after five or six years. The outstanding students would at least be at the edge Deva sensing and would become formal musicians soon.
Not to mention, there were a dozen of them who already had the qualifications to officially become a musician. For those guys, defeating the juniors was easy as pie.
Regardless of the others, the weirdos from the History department meant nothing to these people. If they did not seize this chance to squeeze out few credits, it would be against their morals.
"Don't be impatient. We're still talking about our strategy." Ye Qingxuan squeezed out a smile.
The referee looked down at his pocket watch. "I’ll give you five minutes."
"It’s okay. We're not in a hurry. You can talk as slowly as you wish, Concertmaster Ye. How about ten minutes? Is that enough?" James, the captain of the Modifications team, waved his hand with uncharacteristic generosity. Meeting the eyes of his teammates, they burst into laughter.
"Twenty minutes is okay too." Someone on the team whistled.
No matter how one looked at things, this round was their stage. Even if they gave Ye Qingxuan ten more minutes, would he be able to make ten more people appear like magic? So, the people of Charles’ team turned green. Bai Xi stuck her middle finger up at the other side defiantly.
"What should we do?" Charles whispered.
"Nothing. They’re ready to destroy us, so what else can we do?" Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth. "Do as planned! I don't believe that they’ll be more shameless than us..."
Soon, under the referee's arrangement, the two teams stood on the dividing line at the center of the field. Before the game began, they shook hands with each other. Looking at the team twice as large as Ye Qingxuan’s and their eager members, the supporters in the audience began to lose their faith.
But soon, the enemies were stunned. "Wait, who is that?"
Bench Guy with a concrete brick on his head looked at the sky like nothing was happening. He whistled innocently as if not aware of how strange he looked. In an instant, everyone looked at him and he abruptly stiffened. "Uh..."
"This is our new member, his nickname is little Zhuzi. You can just call him Dunzi." Ye Qingxuan waved to Bench Guy with an emotionless face. "Dunzi, stop spacing out and come to say hi."
Bench Guy seemed to glare at Ye Qingxuan, but soon, he sighed helplessly. "Hello everyone. I’m little Zhuzi."
What the hell? Little Zhuzi? James did not believe him at all. He frowned and stared at him, "Are you from the History department? Why haven't we seen you before? Isn’t your costume a bit suspicious?"
"It’s because he's ugly. He doesn’t want to scare you,"Ye Qingxuan lied shamelessly and squinted at them. "Moreover, he just has to be from our school, right? Would you like to check the student ID? You care about this too much. People who don’t know better might think you're from the executive office."
"You..."
Chapter 194: I Do MindTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo StudioBench Guy was silent. "If that's what you think, then I have nothing to say. But if I wanted to harm you, why would I have advised you this morning?"Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. What he said did make sense, but it was still not enough to prove his innocence.Charles, who had been watching for a while, moved over and asked softly, "Is this guy reliable?"Ye Qingxuan looked up at Bench Guy's eye and shook his head. "To be honest, he's not very reliable.""Can you not say that in front of me?" Bench Guy said.Bench Guy was filled with awkwardness, but Ye Qingxuan changed the topic immediately. "But at least he's good at talking, especially with his chicken soup for the restless soul!""Is that a compliment?" Bench Guy's voice grew more troubled, but Charles came up and grasped his hand enthusiastically."Then we must be the same type of person! Nice to meet you! I've been here for so many years, but I didn't know there was another graduate student who liked chicken soup like me. We should interact more closely." As he spoke, Charles touched Bench Guy's hands, and his tone became flirty. "Wow, your hand feels really soft...""Youwhat do you want?" Bench Guy got goosebumps from Charles's tone. He tried to draw his hand back, but he found that his hand was held tightly and he could not pull away."Don't be afraid, I just want to read your palm." Charles grabbed Bench Guy's wrist and leisurely pried the fingers open one by one. Understanding filled his eyes. "No calluses, unlike a commoner, but there's also no cream applied, so he's not like an elite either."Ye Qingxuan nodded. "There are no injuries on the fingers, his nails are finely trimmed, skin is cared for properlyhis family probably isn't short of money."At last, the two of them stopped pretending and circled around while studying at the nervous Bench Guy with their sharp and harsh eyes. The two exchanged views with a few words, never considering that who they were talking about was right before them."His clothes are clean and well-ironed. He cares about his appearance and has a sense of honor, but a little shallow..." Ye Qingxuan paused and suddenly realized, "He wants to make people think that he is a careful and serious person.""The headset is of poor taste, but it looks just right. It's accurateto the millimeter? Ah, Junior, bro, he has OCD!""Yeah, so he's not poor.""But not an elite.""But hopes to make a good impression.""with OCD."The two people glanced at each other, and Ye Qingxuan said, "He's the son of a merchant?""Or maybe the descendant of a scholar.""What about a local lord?" Ye Qing added. "It's possible too."Charles nodded. "But there's no doubt he's a utilitarian, an ambitious one with high aspirations...none of the above should have anything to do with that group of the second-generation failures."The two people nodded in satisfaction."Reasoning complete.""Explanation finished.""Yay."The two *ssholes high-fived happily and made synchronized peace signs. On the couch, Bench Guy subconsciously moved to pull out a handkerchief from the bosom and wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Soon, he realized that he could not pull out a handkerchief or wipe the sweat on his forehead."Did I pass the inspection?" He smiled wryly. "So, how many people are we going to look for then? I heard that there are more than twenty people on Revelations' main team this year.""You don't have to look for more. Five is enough.""Five?" Bench Guy counted on his fingers for a long while. "There are only four people. Is there someone else who joined?""Not a human, but we do have a dog." Charles waved to him with Old Phil's paw. "What do you think? This is one of your teammates. Do you want to come and say hello?""..." Under Old Phil's disdainful gaze, Bench Guy was shocked and could not react immediately."Since we have enough people, there's one last problem." Charles slapped his thigh and looked up. He asked, "Has anyone played soccer before?""..." It was dead silence and no one raised their hand.Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, "Senior, haven't you played before?""Of course not. I was really annoying when I was little, so no one would like to play with me. It was really sad. Yezi, don't tell me that you haven't played before?""Uh" Ye Qingxuan's gaze suddenly drifted up. "I used to have a lot of homework. How would I have time to play?"Stunned, Charles turned to Bai Xi."What are you looking at me for?" Bai Xi snorted. "Why would I fight over a ball with dozens of people for no reason? It's not like I can eat the ball!"Charles looked at Old Phil with the last shred of hope. Old Phil glared at him as looking down on his IQ. Did he think a dog would play soccer for fun?Charles was completely hopeless. He turned toward Bench Guy. "You?"Bench Guy felt a little awkward all of a sudden. "Well, when I was young, my tutor was very strict. I thought all of you would have played before.""That is to say, none of us have ever played before?" No one responded. And so, Charles sighed. "It's late tonight. Everyone go take a bath and sleep. We still have to go get killed tomorrow. Hope that it won't be too ugly..."-The next day, was a breezy and sunny day. In the Requiem enchantment was a vast stadium with every seat occupied. As far as one could see, it was a dark mass of noisy people.Ye Qingxuan stepped onto the field, feeling the green grass underfoot, the wind with the smell of grass, and the light earthy smell of the soil. It made him nostalgic. Even the sound of the tide that had haunted his ears was gone now. It was as if he was back in a vast prairie on the mainland instead of this distant and strange city."It feels so good to be standing on firm soil, Charles." he suddenly said without any particular reason, making Charles bewildered.When the crowd in the audience noticed that the youth had appeared on the field, they suddenly began rustling.Quite a few people booed him while there were a lot of people with painted faces who waved flags and cheered, despite the pressure from the school."Concertmaster Ye! I support you!""Concertmaster Ye will win! Show those guys your power!"In the crowd, someone suddenly screamed, "Eastern Ye, I want to make babies with you!""Making babies is unnecessary." Ye Qingxuan's expression slacked and he waved to the spectators.Soon the referee appeared on the field. It was the first game of the day, and captain Charles went to draw on behalf of his team. Ye Qingxuan had strongly opposed this because Charles was always unlucky; however, it seemed that no one in this team was lucky, so he just went with it.The result was as predicted"It really is the shortest draw."Ye Qingxuan looked at the returning Charles with an expressionless face. Charles squeezed out an awkward smile. "The rainbow comes after the storm. The rainbow comes after the storm""After the storm your *ss! The first is the seed team of Modifications. Of the twelve players, there are three graduates! The others are all destructive maniacs..." Ye Qingxuan wanted to die. "We don't even need to play. They can just put the soccer ball aside and shoot a frost ray or palm flame per person and I don't even know how dead we'll be!""Hey, Concertmaster Ye, we're ready. Can we start?" On the other side of the field, the Modifications guys were ready and filled with anticipation.With the current situation, everyone knew that Concertmaster Ye, who had had his time to shine in the first round, was now the easiest to bully.If it was the ordinary students who had the advantage in the first round, then the second round was completely reversed. This was the graduates' home turf. These guys had been in the school for years and had learned countless music scores.Even the stupidest person could reach the Rhythm level after five or six years. The outstanding students would at least be at the edge Deva sensing and would become formal musicians soon.Not to mention, there were a dozen of them who already had the qualifications to officially become a musician. For those guys, defeating the juniors was easy as pie.Regardless of the others, the weirdos from the History department meant nothing to these people. If they did not seize this chance to squeeze out few credits, it would be against their morals."Don't be impatient. We're still talking about our strategy." Ye Qingxuan squeezed out a smile.The referee looked down at his pocket watch. "I'll give you five minutes.""It's okay. We're not in a hurry. You can talk as slowly as you wish, Concertmaster Ye. How about ten minutes? Is that enough?" James, the captain of the Modifications team, waved his hand with uncharacteristic generosity. Meeting the eyes of his teammates, they burst into laughter."Twenty minutes is okay too." Someone on the team whistled.No matter how one looked at things, this round was their stage. Even if they gave Ye Qingxuan ten more minutes, would he be able to make ten more people appear like magic? So, the people of Charles' team turned green. Bai Xi stuck her middle finger up at the other side defiantly."What should we do?" Charles whispered."Nothing. They're ready to destroy us, so what else can we do?" Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth. "Do as planned! I don't believe that they'll be more shameless than us..."Soon, under the referee's arrangement, the two teams stood on the dividing line at the center of the field. Before the game began, they shook hands with each other. Looking at the team twice as large as Ye Qingxuan's and their eager members, the supporters in the audience began to lose their faith.But soon, the enemies were stunned. "Wait, who is that?"Bench Guy with a concrete brick on his head looked at the sky like nothing was happening. He whistled innocently as if not aware of how strange he looked. In an instant, everyone looked at him and he abruptly stiffened. "Uh...""This is our new member, his nickname is little Zhuzi. You can just call him Dunzi." Ye Qingxuan waved to Bench Guy with an emotionless face. "Dunzi, stop spacing out and come to say hi."Bench Guy seemed to glare at Ye Qingxuan, but soon, he sighed helplessly. "Hello everyone. I'm little Zhuzi."What the hell? Little Zhuzi? James did not believe him at all. He frowned and stared at him, "Are you from the History department? Why haven't we seen you before? Isn't your costume a bit suspicious?""It's because he's ugly. He doesn't want to scare you,"Ye Qingxuan lied shamelessly and squinted at them. "Moreover, he just has to be from our school, right? Would you like to check the student ID? You care about this too much. People who don't know better might think you're from the executive office.""You..."
