117 Would You Like Some? (2/2)

The sleeping Bai Xi heard something like thunder beside her. She raised her head in confusion to see Ye Qingxuan sprawled on the desk, looking like death. ”What’s wrong?”

”I’m hungry,” Ye Qingxuan moaned quietly.

Bai Xi gazed at him judgingly before sighing, ”Idiot.”

Despite her words, she pushed her extra breakfast over. Ye Qingxuan snatched the bag, but his expression fell after he opened it. ”Cousin, your breakfast is a bit too greasy.”

”Then give it back if you don’t want it!”

”I’ll eat, I’ll eat…” Ye Qingxuan quickly lowered his head and began stuffing his face.

But as he ate, he felt that the atmosphere gradually turned…uncomfortable, as if the entire world stopped. Raising his head, he saw everyone staring at him as if he had just killed a puppy. He did not know when the lecturer had singled him out.

”That student, the student who’s eating, yes, that’s right, you…”

Ye Qingxuan flinched, sensing something bad happening. Many faces flashed past his eyes, but for some reason, it stopped on his stupid senior.

And so, as everyone watched, he awkwardly put down his breakfast and wiped his mouth. Clearing his throat, he put on a humble yet warm smile, and pulled a drumstick from the bag, and passed it to the front. ”Would you like some?” his action said.

In the deadly silence, Lola’s facial muscles twitched. She shook her head slowly.

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. The trick did not work! Did it only work for Charles?

As the crowd fell into extreme awkwardness, some could not help but laugh. Seeing his confused look, Lola’s brows furrowed, ”Are you paying attention to the lecture?”

”I’m sorry. I didn’t eat yesterday and I’m starving now. I’m really sorry.” Smiling awkwardly, Ye Qingxuan quickly packed up his breakfast. ”I’m actually paying attention though.”

”Oh, really?” Lola said. ”I’ve just introduced the School of Illusions and Mind. Why don’t you explain these two schools to everyone?”

”Me?” Ye Qingxuan pointed at himself and shook his head shyly, ”I don’t think I can.”

”If you can’t, then I’ll deduct points,” Lola said lightly. ”If you can, I’ll let you go with breaking the rules and pass this class.

”Oh, then let me think a bit…” Ye Qingxuan let out a breath in relief. After pretending to think, he replied, ”The School of Illusions explores the differences between reality and imitation. They’ve proposed the hypotheses of ‘brain in a vat’ and ‘ship of Theseus.’ They advocate exploring the mutual influences between the world and humanity. In the East, this principle is also known as ‘heavenly correspondence.’

”The School of Mind explores the source of a man’s soul. They are skilled in controlling one’s consciousness and feelings, and advocate self-cultivation and training your spirit. This is why these two schools are the birthplace of many philosophers…”

Hearing Ye Qingxuan’s mature answer, Lola’s expression became a bit gentler. She continued asking, ”Then what of the outer appearance of the seven different schools? Try giving some examples.”

”The most obvious is the change in personality. Your personality is compatible with your school.” Ye Qingxuan thought of what Charles had said before. Schools and musicians were actually a mutual choice. The school was not the deciding factor because all seven schools had an unseen requirement for musicians. If they based the decision solely on performance, most musicians would fit the style of a school.

As Charles had said, most musicians of the School of Modifications were irritable; the School of Choir had two extremes—they were either amazingly happy or terribly gloomy; musicians from Summoning looked like a beast; those from Revelations all believed in fatalism; mind musicians were liked by everyone; illusions musicians were moody; those from Abstinence seemed to all have facial muscle paralysis. They were emotionless, like robots. But one could not be so straightforward when speaking.

Hearing Ye Qingxuan’s answer, the upset in Lola’s eyes finally lightened a bit. She shook her head, ”It seems that your knowledge of this area is not bad. If you know all this, then you must have some thought about choosing a school, correct?”

Ye Qingxuan did not reply for a long time, his expression turning awkward. ”To be honest, this… I’m quite busy and haven’t thought about it yet…”

Lola furrowed her brow. ”What is more important than your future?”

Ye Qingxuan chuckled, but did not reply. Compared to one’s future, maybe one’s past was more important.