220 Graduation Work 2 (1/2)

In short, Bai Xi’s work was in her usual style. It was simple, straightforward and crude, totally unlike a little girl’s work. She had practically included all of downtown Avalon’s violence and gathered everything that would make a man’s blood boil. According to Bai Xi’s description, the work would be like this:

Musicians would control two strong men to charge bravely with crossbows. One wore blue pants and the other had red pants. They were shirtless, with a weird ribbon on their head. They would descend from the sky and land on an island taken over by revolutionary soldiers.

Killing the entire time, they would kill the soldiers, kill the more important figures, kill the demons, kill the monsters, kill everything living, and finally kill the general who had already fused with a natural catastrophe.

They would succeed when there was nothing left to kill. Then, they would board a plane and leave the poor island that sank to the bottom of the sea after exploding. Bai Xi had also designed eight secret underwater challenges for the players to find.

However, the difficulty level was extremely high. The two shirtless guys would die from just one arrow or being hit by an enemy. The player had three respawn chances. After that, they could only restart the game…But Bai Xi was the creator, so…she hid a command within. If they inputted the right music note, they would have thirty respawns!

”I told you, you can’t leave a creator’s cheat!” Ye Qingxuan knocked the side of her head. ”You’re a little girl. Why are you so violent? Everything is about killing, but can’t you think of something more heartwarming?”

”Heartwarming? Sorry, but I can’t.” Bai Xi rolled her eyes. ”Why don’t you try?”

”Like a game where a little girl travels the world and changes clothes?”

”Changing clothes for girls? Are you a pervert?”

”Maybe seven girls stood up to save their soon-to-be-abolished academy and after much hardship, they finally became musicians?”

”How is it interesting if no one dies? Why don’t you say they went to India with a monkey to collect music scores?”

Ye Qingxuan was speechless. He really did not understand what Bai Xi was thinking. ”Anyway, this won’t do.”

”Why not?!”

”One, it’s too violent and doesn’t contain technical skill. Two, the procedure is too long, the mission is too big, there’s too much content, and there’s not enough time. Three, some of the content requires high-level music theory and complex structures for support. Probably only a Resonance musician can complete it, but Professor is busy. So, no.”

”Psh.” Bai Xi glared at him. ”You don’t want this, you don’t want that. Why don’t you just get rid of everything and make a graduation work with nothing?”

”How is that…” Ye Qingxuan suddenly stopped speaking halfway as if stunned. No matter what the others called him, Ye Qingxuan began murmuring something to himself with furrowed brows and a solemn face. Seeing him like this, Charles wrinkled his forehead and fell silent too, sinking into deep thought.

Seeing that those two had gone crazy, Bai Xi curled her lips and ignored them. She grabbed Old Phil and went to play.

Ye Qingxuan looked up after a long time. ”You’re thinking the same thing as me, right?”

”I think so.”

”…Having nothing at all might work.”

”If everything goes according to plan.”

”The process is short but can be dragged on.”

”Even though the structure is complex, you just need to repeatedly use a single music theory. Even a Rhythm level musician can complete it.”

”I did some calculations. It shouldn’t be much work.”

”How should we do the specifics?”

”I have a new idea, but we need to split the tasks.”

”With just the two of us, working together shouldn’t be a problem, but I have a new idea. What if…”

The two became immersed in brainstorming. As they exchanged ideas, they began drawing music notes on paper and experimenting then and there. Abraham quietly watched as they discussed seriously. After a while, he smiled and left without a sound. Maybe this was satisfaction.

-

It was late at night, two days later. In the workshop of the School of Royalty, Cullen sat down heavily in his chair. With bloodshot eyes, he opened a can of beer and downed it in one shot, letting out an exhausted moan. Beside him, his teammates also drank coffee tiredly as they added last-minute touches to their work.

”We’re almost done. We can do it!” Cullen patted a friend’s shoulder. ”I’ll treat everyone to breakfast when we’re done.”