215 Big News (1/2)

”F*ck, Yezi, I think this is going to be bad.” Faced with the opponents that were getting ready again on the field, Charles was a bit panicked. He said quietly, ”They probably have another lowly and evil trick! You have to be careful.”

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes. ”You think they can be lowlier and more evil than us?”

”Oh, that makes sense!”

”…” Ye Qingxuan did not want to bother with him anymore. He glanced at Bench Guy, who sneakily made a hand gesture to show that he was ready.

On the other side, Cullen was stunned. The history department’s formation had changed. This time, the guy with the headgear had run to the front. Ye Qingxuan played center and they gathered their strength in the back for defense.

Cullen sank into deep thought. He actually did not care about Charles, Bai Xi, and Old Phil. Charles had his own limits, Bai Xi was already exhausted and sitting beside the goal, and Old Phil…Even the most powerful dog was still a dog and was nothing.

Ye Qingxuan had many tricks up his sleeves and was both evil and lowly. But if Cullen fought fairly against him, he would win naturally. Ye Qingxuan was just a bit annoying—he could not make up for the difference in skill, unless he pulled out a magical weapon now and turned the tide. But if he really did have a magical weapon, he could even fight all the way to the palace…if he had this power, why was he still playing soccer?

Therefore, the only trouble that remained was this headgear guy who had never revealed any clues or weaknesses. The man who Ye Qingxuan called ”Bench Guy,” had not shown his face even once. They could not even tell which school he was from. A mystery, a mystery.

Even Cullen, who had been the secretary of the student council for so many years and had seen many geniuses, had a thorny feeling when facing this guy. ”Be careful of this guy later.” He glared at the headgear guy and pulled out his instrument, playing a faint melody when he moved—it was a rarely seen organ.

Specifically created for musicians, this organ had forgone most of the pieces. After the makeover, it turned into geometric crystals that hovered around him. The silver crystals reflected weak light and manipulated the air pressure. Vibrating the springs of the instrument, it created a light and ethereal sound. It sounded as if a young boy was singing gently of God’s glory.

After the spirit of the music score was awoken, it let out the echo of a hymn on its own accord. As the song spread, rays of light fell on the spectators. Their spirits instantly began recovering.

There seemed to be incense burning in the air, bringing with it an ineffably mysterious and distant smell. It made one feel as if he was in a temple.

In the Academy, Cullen was one of the few who chose to study the School of Choir. His family had close connections with the Westminster Chapel. He had been a choir apprentice as a child and learned about temperament and music theory from the hymn singers. Thus, he learned the most classic mass from the School of Choir.

The serial code of this mass was Op. 35. Its name was nothing special and had no holy characteristics. It was very easy too, but became widespread due to its ability to help others recover their spirits. Used here, it was perfect. It energized everyone, helping them quickly recover from fatigue.

His teammates cracked their knuckles and stared at the history department across the midline. Anyone could see that these guys had finally stopped underestimating their opponents’ strategy and had grown serious.

”This is going to be interesting.” In the stands, the principal whistled. No one knew why he was excited.

In stark contrast to him was Ingmar, in the faculty seats. His face had been gloomy this entire time. He said nothing and just stared at the players on the field. The only thing in his eye was the reflection of the student with the headgear. He murmured something quietly.

”Start!” The referee blew the whistle, creating a sharp sound.

As if they had prepared beforehand, Bench Guy instantly stepped back. Walls and shields shot up in front of him. Colored lights followed immediately, shooting across the air. The shields broke continuously in the resonance. It was the instantaneous attack made by the student council. It was so aggressive and explosively fast that everyone was astonished.

Just behind the midline, Bench Guy had no time to steal the ball. The shields around him rose and crumbled continuously, suppressed immediately. He could only defend passively.

The suddenly activated attack caught Bench Guy by surprise too. It was difficult to handle at the moment. But in the midfield, Ye Qingxuan just stood in his spot. He gazed at Bench Guy, who had been surrounded, and muttered something. He waved his hand and light fell down into the dirt under his feet, forming a shapeless bump. Instantly, hundreds of light spots scattered in all directions under Ye Qingxuan’s murmur.

One must admit that Ye Qingxuan was highly skilled at music note variations. Note variation application was only a slight increase of difficulty for students, but rarely was anyone able to create so many variations in such a short period. There was barely any pause between each note, and each was perfect.

Hundreds of notes became touch-activated traps after modification. They created ”ditches” all over midfield. Even if the opponent was well-prepared, they would be in trouble once they stepped onto one. At that time, the opponent’s formation would be thrown into disarray and Ye Qingxuan’s team would find an opening.

Off field, not even the strictest professor could help but nod. It was as expected from an Abstinence teacher’s student. His music theory foundation was firmer than regular students, but unfortunately, his teacher could only help him this much.

In the midfield, the light spots in Ye Qingxuan’s hands flowed out like a faucet and scattered in all directions. The speed was incredible. The energy usage was large, but the effects were fast as well. Within ten minutes, the entire field was covered in traps. The touch-activated music notes connected with each other, creating a mind-numbing formation.

Under the student council’s full-out attack, Bench Guy finally showed signs of breaking down. He began retreating and dodging those students’ forceful music. After all, he would be forced off the field if he was not careful…

Finally, as the student council began closing in, Bench Guy sighed helplessly. He retreated and no longer blocked their attacks. If he continued, he would probably cut his lifespan in half.

Seeing that he moved to the side so easily, the spectators suddenly felt a pity for him, but he had already worked hard enough to face them alone for so long. No one thought that he was slacking off.

Seeing that Bench Guy had given up on stealing the ball and had given them a free pass, Cullen ignored him and went straight for midfield. If he kept dragging things on, there might be more problems. Who knew what tricks the Eastern kid had?

The student council finally released their crushing power and recovered their aggressive attitude. Their fans in the audience instantly began cheering, but when they saw the dense traps, they grew hesitant. The notes were all single-use notes and were not very powerful, but would be troublesome once activated.

The white-haired kid was also especially crafty with the formation. They were basically all connected in a domino effect with no blind spots. Stepping on one would cause a whole area to explode. It was as if nails had been strewn all over the field, but Cullen did not have the time to worry about them. It would take forever to undo the notes one by one.

Cullen glanced back at his teammates. The student who had already undergone Deva sensing and was a formal musician moved past Banner, who had the ball, and ran to the front. He charged straight into the traps! Explosions sounded instantly.

But before that, a melody wrapped around his body and played abruptly. Under the passionate music, the student’s skin turned into a metallic rock color. His height instantly shot up and transformed into the rock giant Gigalith. The melody intensified again as he roared. A shapeless burst of air spread from his body.

Boom! The explosion of air swept through, instantly activating all the traps. Frost rays, air, fire, erosion, ice, explosions…Hundreds of music notes were set off instantly. The power from the explosion converged under the guide of the chain reaction. It was comparable to a regular music score.

But had the musician really chosen to forcefully absorb the shock? The string of explosions and light instantly swallowed him. When he rushed past the danger zone, his body was covered in wounds. His melody had been interrupted too, and the backlash of the music theory made him dizzy. He stumbled and could not move after a few steps; he sat down and panted in exhaustion.

He had not cared about any restraints, targeting or dodging. He had just charged forcefully. No wonder he was from the School of Modifications! He had taken everything in stride.

The trap zone had been devastated too and completely emptied. On the field, Egor nodded lightly. He was not angered by the practically mindless tactic, but sighed as he looked at the exhausted musician. ”What a determined child.”

As an important figure in the team, sacrificing oneself when needed was one of a musician’s responsibilities. Cullen had made the decision in an instant to use his main force here in order to destroy the history department as fast as possible. Clearly, the student council was very determined.