226 Questioning (1/2)
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!”