Chapter 226
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Chapter 226: Questioning
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Boom!
The whole auditorium sank into silence in an instant. Below the stage, before anyone could respond, the youth propped up the girl on the ground, but the next second, suddenly punched Ingmar.
Amidst the yells, Ingmar’s eyes shifted, mingled with both panic and wrath; his mouth subconsciously recited a spell, but his face became pale and had almost lost control of the aether.
Luckily, his protective shield was stimulated and the repulsion field blocked the young man's fist, but the power to reverse the quake also staggered him. With a crisp sound, a gash cracked open across Ye Qingxuan’s fingers. He completely ignored it and stepped forward, hysterically pounding Ingmar’s shield without stop.
Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground. Frightened by Ye Qingxuan's madness, he forgot to fight back.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
In silence, only the broken sound of a hammer pounding on the shield could be heard. He was not pulled away by the people beside him until the fourth time that Ye Qingxuan tried to break the shield.
"Enough!" Egor frowned, and grunted angrily.
The young man flinched; a pair of huge shackles and stone rings suddenly appeared on his limbs, immobilizing him. But he glared at Ingmar who was climbing up from the ground, and roared hoarsely, "Say something, Ingmar! You’re a b*stard!"
Looking at his helpless situation, Ingmar’s panicking heart settled down. He could not help but scoff and patted the dust off his body. "Please be a gentleman, Mr. Ye! Don't act like a mad dog. How can you not have basic manners?"
"Yezi, calm down." The stunned Charles rushed up from backstage and pulled Ye Qingxuan away. "What’s wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Ye Qingxuan was angry enough to laugh. He threw a piece of paper bloodied by his hands to Charles. "Look for yourself."
Charles took the manuscript and scanned it faster than Ye Qingxuan had. But before he finished half, Charles suddenly raised his head. "No, Is this...the interpretation method?" He finally realized something and the smile on his face disappeared. He just glared at Ingmar, "Mr. Ingmar, where did you get the theory?!"
"Enough!" Ingmar cried. "Is it your place to question me? I haven't charged you with assaulting a professor yet! Someone come and drag these two scums away…"
"Why, are you afraid?" Ye Qingxuan sneered and raised his voice, "You’re afraid that I’ll expose the truth about you? Or…"
"Enough! Shut up!" Ingmar was nearly roaring.
He interrupted Ye Qingxuan’s words, but Ye Qngxuan's voice was louder than his. It was like iron scraping against each other, with almost tangible fury. "Or are you afraid of everyone knowing that your so-called academic achievements, your great breakthrough, was plagiarized?!"
Dead silence.
In a twinkling, everyone looked at Ingmar, and then the two furious youths. They thought of their professor and seemed to understand something, but also sank in a greater confusion.
Plagiarism? Did Ingmar really copy the results from others? If this was true, then it was definitely one of the biggest scandals ever made in the Royal Academy of Music!
Feeling the subtle changes in their eyes, Ingmar’s face instantly turned livid. The maliciousness in his eyes was spewed out.
"Ye Qingxuan, this is the auditorium, not somewhere for your nonsense!" He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I've never heard of anything called the interpretation method!"
"Is that so?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled gently, but it was inexplicably chilling.
He raised his hand, and Charles unfolded the manuscript in his hands. He towed the shackles and stone rings which were heavy enough to bend over his back and moved forward, his eyes staring at that face full of wrath.
"Then please explain to me, how did you organize the connections in the last chapter of Voynich Manuscript, when the written language of the Dark Ages hadn’t been sorted out yet?"
He stepped further and asked, "In the language, how did you distinguish whether the nouns are feminine, masculine or neutral? How did you find the rules of conjugations? What music theory do you use to explain the man-made language of Dark Age? And what is the important logic of this text known as the coded language?
"What are your references? Where did you get the inspiration? When was the breakthrough made?"
While Ye Qingxuan was approaching step by step, Ingmar gritted his teeth and kept silent. However, Ye Qingxuan’s voice was getting louder and louder, until finally, he was practically roaring and hurting everyone’s eardrums. "Why did you declare it to the Sacred City secretly? Were you afraid that others would know about your achievements before the convention? Were you afraid that others discover your so-called results were actually stolen from others’ efforts!
"Ingmar, why are you retreating? Why are you silent? Why don’t you even dare to fight back against me, a student? Why don't you dare say a d*mn word?!"
Ingmar’s face twitched. He glared at Ye Qingxuan with his eyes widen enough to crack apart. What he feared most had finally happened.
If it was two months later at the Sacred City Convention, his achievements would have been published. Everyone would be informed and he would naturally take the position of a grandmaster. Then, both Abraham and Ye Qingxuan would just be some clowns to people. What they said would mean nothing.
But, but...Why was there such a neurotic principal who got insider information in advance? And why must it be announced at such an occasion? Why did he have to get caught by this f*cking white-haired b*stard? Why was he being questioned by this f*cking guy?
It was really...really...D*mmit!
At the moment, he was too nervous to deal with such a situation. He was being forced by Ye Qingxuan too tightly to win his face back. "What's your status?" he squeezed out from between his teeth. "You are just a kid who knows nothing. You aren’t even a formal musician. How dare you question me like this?"
"Well, how about a qualified one?" Ye Qingxuan smiled. "For instance, let the Musicians Union judge this?"
Ingmar’s face instantly lost color. A hint of murder flashed in the eyes full of malice. "You have offended enough rules today, Ye Qingxuan..."
"Gee, why are you arguing all of a sudden?" Suddenly, a figure stood out from the side in the perfect place to block him. His face seemed to have genuine loss and confusion.
It was the principal who had 'disappeared' for a long time.
"Alas, it is my fault, I lacked consideration. I didn’t expect that it would cause such a fierce quarrel. It seems that there are some controversies about the achievements of Professor Ingmar, but we need friendly discussions and friendly exchanges. Yes, be friendly."
As he said these unapologetic words, he suppressed all aetheric fluctuations quietly, and took control of everyone.
"This matter will be discussed later. We will carefully, seriously and thoroughly find a solution at the teacher's meeting tonight."
The principal did not say a word about Ingmar’s plagiarism or Ye Qingxuan’s offensive attack. He pretended to be blind, smiling affably without mentioning Ingmar’s gloomy face or the blood on Ye Qingxuan’s fingertips. He was like a kind parent who tried to reduce the tension between the two.
"Well, Ye Qingxuan, time to stop making a fuss." Maxwell patted his shoulder, which seemed to be meaningful. "You can’t always bother the Musicians Union with school affairs, can you? That is too much. If it’s like this, what will the school board do?"
As he spoke, he put the badge on Ye Qingxuan and forcibly put the certificate into his hand, as if the award ceremony was completed.
"Tomorrow morning, remember to come register at the library. There’s a big reward waiting for you." He patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I promise, it will be great enough to surprise you.
"As to Mr. Ingmar..." He paused for a moment, and gloatingly looked at Ingmar’s expression. "I think he must have a lot of things to explain to the board."
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Chapter 226: Questioning
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Boom!
The whole auditorium sank into silence in an instant. Below the stage, before anyone could respond, the youth propped up the girl on the ground, but the next second, suddenly punched Ingmar.
Amidst the yells, Ingmar’s eyes shifted, mingled with both panic and wrath; his mouth subconsciously recited a spell, but his face became pale and had almost lost control of the aether.
Luckily, his protective shield was stimulated and the repulsion field blocked the young man's fist, but the power to reverse the quake also staggered him. With a crisp sound, a gash cracked open across Ye Qingxuan’s fingers. He completely ignored it and stepped forward, hysterically pounding Ingmar’s shield without stop.
Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground. Frightened by Ye Qingxuan's madness, he forgot to fight back.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
In silence, only the broken sound of a hammer pounding on the shield could be heard. He was not pulled away by the people beside him until the fourth time that Ye Qingxuan tried to break the shield.
"Enough!" Egor frowned, and grunted angrily.
The young man flinched; a pair of huge shackles and stone rings suddenly appeared on his limbs, immobilizing him. But he glared at Ingmar who was climbing up from the ground, and roared hoarsely, "Say something, Ingmar! You’re a b*stard!"
Looking at his helpless situation, Ingmar’s panicking heart settled down. He could not help but scoff and patted the dust off his body. "Please be a gentleman, Mr. Ye! Don't act like a mad dog. How can you not have basic manners?"
"Yezi, calm down." The stunned Charles rushed up from backstage and pulled Ye Qingxuan away. "What’s wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Ye Qingxuan was angry enough to laugh. He threw a piece of paper bloodied by his hands to Charles. "Look for yourself."
Charles took the manuscript and scanned it faster than Ye Qingxuan had. But before he finished half, Charles suddenly raised his head. "No, Is this...the interpretation method?" He finally realized something and the smile on his face disappeared. He just glared at Ingmar, "Mr. Ingmar, where did you get the theory?!"
"Enough!" Ingmar cried. "Is it your place to question me? I haven't charged you with assaulting a professor yet! Someone come and drag these two scums away…"
"Why, are you afraid?" Ye Qingxuan sneered and raised his voice, "You’re afraid that I’ll expose the truth about you? Or…"
"Enough! Shut up!" Ingmar was nearly roaring.
He interrupted Ye Qingxuan’s words, but Ye Qngxuan's voice was louder than his. It was like iron scraping against each other, with almost tangible fury. "Or are you afraid of everyone knowing that your so-called academic achievements, your great breakthrough, was plagiarized?!"
Dead silence.
In a twinkling, everyone looked at Ingmar, and then the two furious youths. They thought of their professor and seemed to understand something, but also sank in a greater confusion.
Plagiarism? Did Ingmar really copy the results from others? If this was true, then it was definitely one of the biggest scandals ever made in the Royal Academy of Music!
Feeling the subtle changes in their eyes, Ingmar’s face instantly turned livid. The maliciousness in his eyes was spewed out.
"Ye Qingxuan, this is the auditorium, not somewhere for your nonsense!" He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I've never heard of anything called the interpretation method!"
"Is that so?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled gently, but it was inexplicably chilling.
He raised his hand, and Charles unfolded the manuscript in his hands. He towed the shackles and stone rings which were heavy enough to bend over his back and moved forward, his eyes staring at that face full of wrath.
"Then please explain to me, how did you organize the connections in the last chapter of Voynich Manuscript, when the written language of the Dark Ages hadn’t been sorted out yet?"
He stepped further and asked, "In the language, how did you distinguish whether the nouns are feminine, masculine or neutral? How did you find the rules of conjugations? What music theory do you use to explain the man-made language of Dark Age? And what is the important logic of this text known as the coded language?
"What are your references? Where did you get the inspiration? When was the breakthrough made?"
While Ye Qingxuan was approaching step by step, Ingmar gritted his teeth and kept silent. However, Ye Qingxuan’s voice was getting louder and louder, until finally, he was practically roaring and hurting everyone’s eardrums. "Why did you declare it to the Sacred City secretly? Were you afraid that others would know about your achievements before the convention? Were you afraid that others discover your so-called results were actually stolen from others’ efforts!
"Ingmar, why are you retreating? Why are you silent? Why don’t you even dare to fight back against me, a student? Why don't you dare say a d*mn word?!"
Ingmar’s face twitched. He glared at Ye Qingxuan with his eyes widen enough to crack apart. What he feared most had finally happened.
If it was two months later at the Sacred City Convention, his achievements would have been published. Everyone would be informed and he would naturally take the position of a grandmaster. Then, both Abraham and Ye Qingxuan would just be some clowns to people. What they said would mean nothing.
But, but...Why was there such a neurotic principal who got insider information in advance? And why must it be announced at such an occasion? Why did he have to get caught by this f*cking white-haired b*stard? Why was he being questioned by this f*cking guy?
It was really...really...D*mmit!
At the moment, he was too nervous to deal with such a situation. He was being forced by Ye Qingxuan too tightly to win his face back. "What's your status?" he squeezed out from between his teeth. "You are just a kid who knows nothing. You aren’t even a formal musician. How dare you question me like this?"
"Well, how about a qualified one?" Ye Qingxuan smiled. "For instance, let the Musicians Union judge this?"
Ingmar’s face instantly lost color. A hint of murder flashed in the eyes full of malice. "You have offended enough rules today, Ye Qingxuan..."
"Gee, why are you arguing all of a sudden?" Suddenly, a figure stood out from the side in the perfect place to block him. His face seemed to have genuine loss and confusion.
It was the principal who had 'disappeared' for a long time.
"Alas, it is my fault, I lacked consideration. I didn’t expect that it would cause such a fierce quarrel. It seems that there are some controversies about the achievements of Professor Ingmar, but we need friendly discussions and friendly exchanges. Yes, be friendly."
As he said these unapologetic words, he suppressed all aetheric fluctuations quietly, and took control of everyone.
"This matter will be discussed later. We will carefully, seriously and thoroughly find a solution at the teacher's meeting tonight."
The principal did not say a word about Ingmar’s plagiarism or Ye Qingxuan’s offensive attack. He pretended to be blind, smiling affably without mentioning Ingmar’s gloomy face or the blood on Ye Qingxuan’s fingertips. He was like a kind parent who tried to reduce the tension between the two.
"Well, Ye Qingxuan, time to stop making a fuss." Maxwell patted his shoulder, which seemed to be meaningful. "You can’t always bother the Musicians Union with school affairs, can you? That is too much. If it’s like this, what will the school board do?"
As he spoke, he put the badge on Ye Qingxuan and forcibly put the certificate into his hand, as if the award ceremony was completed.
"Tomorrow morning, remember to come register at the library. There’s a big reward waiting for you." He patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I promise, it will be great enough to surprise you.
"As to Mr. Ingmar..." He paused for a moment, and gloatingly looked at Ingmar’s expression. "I think he must have a lot of things to explain to the board."
Chapter 226: QuestioningTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo StudioBoom!The whole auditorium sank into silence in an instant. Below the stage, before anyone could respond, the youth propped up the girl on the ground, but the next second, suddenly punched Ingmar.Amidst the yells, Ingmar's eyes shifted, mingled with both panic and wrath; his mouth subconsciously recited a spell, but his face became pale and had almost lost control of the aether.Luckily, his protective shield was stimulated and the repulsion field blocked the young man's fist, but the power to reverse the quake also staggered him. With a crisp sound, a gash cracked open across Ye Qingxuan's fingers. He completely ignored it and stepped forward, hysterically pounding Ingmar's shield without stop.Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground. Frightened by Ye Qingxuan's madness, he forgot to fight back.Boom!Boom!Boom!In silence, only the broken sound of a hammer pounding on the shield could be heard. He was not pulled away by the people beside him until the fourth time that Ye Qingxuan tried to break the shield."Enough!" Egor frowned, and grunted angrily.The young man flinched; a pair of huge shackles and stone rings suddenly appeared on his limbs, immobilizing him. But he glared at Ingmar who was climbing up from the ground, and roared hoarsely, "Say something, Ingmar! You're a b*stard!"Looking at his helpless situation, Ingmar's panicking heart settled down. He could not help but scoff and patted the dust off his body. "Please be a gentleman, Mr. Ye! Don't act like a mad dog. How can you not have basic manners?""Yezi, calm down." The stunned Charles rushed up from backstage and pulled Ye Qingxuan away. "What's wrong?""What's wrong?" Ye Qingxuan was angry enough to laugh. He threw a piece of paper bloodied by his hands to Charles. "Look for yourself."Charles took the manuscript and scanned it faster than Ye Qingxuan had. But before he finished half, Charles suddenly raised his head. "No, Is this...the interpretation method?" He finally realized something and the smile on his face disappeared. He just glared at Ingmar, "Mr. Ingmar, where did you get the theory?!""Enough!" Ingmar cried. "Is it your place to question me? I haven't charged you with assaulting a professor yet! Someone come and drag these two scums away""Why, are you afraid?" Ye Qingxuan sneered and raised his voice, "You're afraid that I'll expose the truth about you? Or""Enough! Shut up!" Ingmar was nearly roaring.He interrupted Ye Qingxuan's words, but Ye Qngxuan's voice was louder than his. It was like iron scraping against each other, with almost tangible fury. "Or are you afraid of everyone knowing that your so-called academic achievements, your great breakthrough, was plagiarized?!"Dead silence.In a twinkling, everyone looked at Ingmar, and then the two furious youths. They thought of their professor and seemed to understand something, but also sank in a greater confusion.Plagiarism? Did Ingmar really copy the results from others? If this was true, then it was definitely one of the biggest scandals ever made in the Royal Academy of Music!Feeling the subtle changes in their eyes, Ingmar's face instantly turned livid. The maliciousness in his eyes was spewed out."Ye Qingxuan, this is the auditorium, not somewhere for your nonsense!" He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I've never heard of anything called the interpretation method!""Is that so?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled gently, but it was inexplicably chilling.He raised his hand, and Charles unfolded the manuscript in his hands. He towed the shackles and stone rings which were heavy enough to bend over his back and moved forward, his eyes staring at that face full of wrath."Then please explain to me, how did you organize the connections in the last chapter of Voynich Manuscript, when the written language of the Dark Ages hadn't been sorted out yet?"He stepped further and asked, "In the language, how did you distinguish whether the nouns are feminine, masculine or neutral? How did you find the rules of conjugations? What music theory do you use to explain the man-made language of Dark Age? And what is the important logic of this text known as the coded language?"What are your references? Where did you get the inspiration? When was the breakthrough made?"While Ye Qingxuan was approaching step by step, Ingmar gritted his teeth and kept silent. However, Ye Qingxuan's voice was getting louder and louder, until finally, he was practically roaring and hurting everyone's eardrums. "Why did you declare it to the Sacred City secretly? Were you afraid that others would know about your achievements before the convention? Were you afraid that others discover your so-called results were actually stolen from others' efforts!"Ingmar, why are you retreating? Why are you silent? Why don't you even dare to fight back against me, a student? Why don't you dare say a d*mn word?!"Ingmar's face twitched. He glared at Ye Qingxuan with his eyes widen enough to crack apart. What he feared most had finally happened.If it was two months later at the Sacred City Convention, his achievements would have been published. Everyone would be informed and he would naturally take the position of a grandmaster. Then, both Abraham and Ye Qingxuan would just be some clowns to people. What they said would mean nothing.But, but...Why was there such a neurotic principal who got insider information in advance? And why must it be announced at such an occasion? Why did he have to get caught by this f*cking white-haired b*stard? Why was he being questioned by this f*cking guy?It was really...really...D*mmit!At the moment, he was too nervous to deal with such a situation. He was being forced by Ye Qingxuan too tightly to win his face back. "What's your status?" he squeezed out from between his teeth. "You are just a kid who knows nothing. You aren't even a formal musician. How dare you question me like this?""Well, how about a qualified one?" Ye Qingxuan smiled. "For instance, let the Musicians Union judge this?"Ingmar's face instantly lost color. A hint of murder flashed in the eyes full of malice. "You have offended enough rules today, Ye Qingxuan...""Gee, why are you arguing all of a sudden?" Suddenly, a figure stood out from the side in the perfect place to block him. His face seemed to have genuine loss and confusion.It was the principal who had 'disappeared' for a long time."Alas, it is my fault, I lacked consideration. I didn't expect that it would cause such a fierce quarrel. It seems that there are some controversies about the achievements of Professor Ingmar, but we need friendly discussions and friendly exchanges. Yes, be friendly."As he said these unapologetic words, he suppressed all aetheric fluctuations quietly, and took control of everyone."This matter will be discussed later. We will carefully, seriously and thoroughly find a solution at the teacher's meeting tonight."The principal did not say a word about Ingmar's plagiarism or Ye Qingxuan's offensive attack. He pretended to be blind, smiling affably without mentioning Ingmar's gloomy face or the blood on Ye Qingxuan's fingertips. He was like a kind parent who tried to reduce the tension between the two."Well, Ye Qingxuan, time to stop making a fuss." Maxwell patted his shoulder, which seemed to be meaningful. "You can't always bother the Musicians Union with school affairs, can you? That is too much. If it's like this, what will the school board do?"As he spoke, he put the badge on Ye Qingxuan and forcibly put the certificate into his hand, as if the award ceremony was completed."Tomorrow morning, remember to come register at the library. There's a big reward waiting for you." He patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I promise, it will be great enough to surprise you."As to Mr. Ingmar..." He paused for a moment, and gloatingly looked at Ingmar's expression. "I think he must have a lot of things to explain to the board."
