Chapter 205 So-called Flas
It was late at night in the music history departnt. As always, Abraham had locked himself in the library. It was at the critical point of the deciphering of the Voynich manuscript. A few days ago, he finally found the true deciphering thod. He scrapped everything he had done and restarted. This ti, his speed was shocking and he completed the last portion as smoothly as if he was writing it. Now was the critical ending point and he was entirely focused.
Ye Qingxuan did not want to bother him. He was deep in thought as well, pondering about that frosty nightmare. He had frozen to death ti after ti in that nightmare, and then woke from the dream after dream of fire. Fake suns hung in the sky and the earth was frost, still as death. In this lonely world, he walked alone, looking for that so-called sun.
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According to Lola, she had implanted the "key elent" of the music score into his mory through the Blood Path. The elent would use his mory and turn into a dream. It could be a pleasant dream, a nightmare or…sothing totally unrelated. If he wanted to grasp the spirit of the music score, he must pass through the endless dream. If he could escape from the dilemma, then he would have undoubtedly grasped the elent. He could then easily learn the music score.
It was just like how the backstroke and butterfly stroke was just a change of posture to a good swimr, but this elent was impossibly hard to grasp. It was the essence and core of the entire music score, the foundation of the music score’s realization and spirit born from it.
Wanting to pass it and grasp the elent was highly difficult. Moreover, sotis there was more than one elent. The elents had different terms for the different schools. For example, it could be a ‘formula,’‘equilibrium,’‘beastliness,’ or ‘fulcrum.’ But without a doubt, it was the most important aspect.
So, Ye Qingxuan was still doubtful if he could grasp the elent implanted into his mory. According to Lola, the elent could only remain there for three days before dispersing. If he could not find it during that ti, he could only give up. Ye Qingxuan’s head hurt at this thought.
In the living room, Charles was still excited over having no competitors. It was late at night, but he was still drinking and flipping through pictures of pretty girls. He was just having fun by himself. Even though this *ss of a senior made one want to kill him at tis, Ye Qingxuan had never t soone more easily satisfied than Charles. Just give him a bottle of alcohol and the newest photobook of the season, and he would be happy. Ye Qingxuan wished he could live like Charles too. At least he would not have any frustrations.
He sighed and sat down beside Charles. Picking up a glass, he shook it before Charles. "Give so?"
"Huh?" Charles looked away from the photobook. Realizing what Ye Qingxuan said, he froze. "You can drink?"
"Just a little." Ye Qingxuan grabbed the bottle and poured himself half a glass. He shrugged. "I learned a bit of everything before."
Charles was quiet for a long while before sighing. "Junior…"
"Yeah?"
"For people like you, I wouldn’t even be surprised if you learn how to give birth one day."
The corner of Ye Qingxuan’s lips twitched. "Sorry. That’s the only thing I can’t learn."
"Oh, what a pity." Charles shrugged. He was already drunk and did not even know what he was feeling pitiful about.
Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt helpless. He sighed and emptied his glass. He leaned back into the chair as if he was jelly and stared at the moon, spacing out. After a long ti, he looked back and asked quietly, "Senior, what would the world be like if there was no sun?" He looked into Charles’s eyes, but in his mind, he involuntarily saw an endless, endless expanse of ice and snow. It was an endless wilderness. It was a dead world.
"Huh?" The words startled Charles, but he quickly rubbed his chin and stated seriously, "Then wouldn’t we have to start fires? And it doesn’t sound like a bad thing."
"Why not?"
Charles laughed. He said with animated features, "Look, we all say that we’ll drink ‘till the sun cos up. Now, the sun won’t co up, so that ans we can drink our fill and…"
"No, then everyone would get alcohol poisoning and get sent to the hospital."
"Ah, that makes sense too." Charles imdiately beca depressed. "If only humans did not get alcohol poisoning. Then we’d have no shortcomings."
Ye Qingxuan curled his lips and ignored Charles. After a long while, being affected by the alcohol, he could not help but open his mouth again and ask, "What if even fire disappeared?"
Charles pondered for a long ti. Then he nodded gravely. "Then the sages would probably be happy, right?"
"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan suspected he had heard incorrectly.
Charles’s expression grew even more serious. He got close and stuck up a finger. "Did you know? In many ancient texts from the Dark Ages, at the beginning of the School of Modifications, there wasn’t any evidence backing up materialism. Instead, the four elents theory was the most popular.
"When the sages debated what exactly the world was, they were also confused about humanity. What am ‘I’? And so it led to a theory: elents are actually a reflection of human emotions."
"Emotions?" Ye Qingxuan could not help but laugh. "That’s too conceited. They thought that the world was created by mankind’s thoughts?"
"It was really popular back then. So people even thought that the world we live in is just so bored guy’s dream. When he wakes up, we disappear. Ha, but we’re getting off topic.
"Anyway, the sages compared our emotions and the elents. This created the foundation of the four elents theory. It was overturned by the elental cycle theory later, but there’s still so logic to it." Here, Charles finished his glass and set it down. "Do you know what fire represents?"
"What?"
"Pain." Charles’s smile beca mocking. "It’s ironic, isn’t it? Fire make you think of life, ascension and creation, but it’s actually the physical embodint of pain. Fire and pain. It is this pain that brought about light and illuminated the world, allowing life to exist." He poured himself liquor. Looking at the liquid toss inside his glass, he studied his reflection. He murmured drunkenly, "So if the sun disappears one day, then there wouldn’t be any pain in the world, right? Maybe it’ll be a good world. Yeah, maybe." He paused and nodded. "At least there’ll be a peace of mind."
Ye Qingxuan fell silent.
After Charles finished speaking, he seed to have beco drunk. He gulped down the liquor and humd a strange song. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Yezi, why are you asking? Is it related to your dreams?"
"Dreams?" Ye Qingxuan glanced at him.
"Did you think that I couldn’t tell?" Charles chuckled. "Bai Xi was panicking so much she almost strangled you, but you still didn’t wake up. I thought you’d died and I even took you to the ergency room. But in the end, you woke up."
Ye Qingxuan did not reply for a long ti. Then he said in a muffled voice, "I’m just a heavy sleeper."
"Do your eyes have to be so frightened when you wake up?"
Ye Qingxuan scratched his head. After a pregnant pause, he replied quietly, "I just dread of so things."
"Unhappy things?"
The youth shook his head. "No."
"Terrifying things?" The youth still did not reply. It suddenly dawned on Charles. "Oh, so it must be sad things, right?"
Ye Qingxuan did not reply. He just drank and did not set down his glass until his eyelids felt heavy. "It’s just so…so things from the past. That’s all." He rose with difficulty and stumbled to the stairs. "Senior, don’t care about . I just drank too much and I’m going to sleep now."
Charles watched him go upstairs and disappear. Charles pursed his lips. "Psh, he just drank a little…" He picked up the bottle of liquor on the table, but it was not as heavy as he had expected—it was empty. Charles ended up picking it up with too much force and almost fell over. After a stumble, Charles regained his balance. His expression grew slightly bitter. "Huh, he drank an entire week’s worth of my supply without even letting know. What’s he trying to do?"
With a sigh, he flipped the bottle over and shook forcefully. Two, three drops fell into his mouth. Charles tossed the bottle, closed his eyes and fell into deep sleep. He probably would not dream this ti…
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On the field, the ga was still going on intensely. Off the field, at the music history departnt’s seat, Ye Qingxuan was still sleeping calmly. He did not seem to care how horribly he would be defeated soon.
"Is he okay?" Bench Guy looked at him in concern. "I feel like he’s not being normal."
"He’s been staying up a lot lately and he’s just catching up on his sleep." Charles patted his shoulder and dragged him aside. "It’s just sleeping during class. Don’t tell you’ve never done it before."
"Uh…" Bench Guy instantly grew troubled. "Sleeping in class isn’t good."
Stunned, Charles stared at Bench Guy as if looking at a strange creature. "You don’t sleep during class?! What do you do usually?"
"…" Bench Guy could not reply. He realized that he thought differently from these weirdos. Many tis, he could not even converse with common sense.
Helpless, he could only change the topic and ask straightforwardly, "I heard that the other teams have all prepared secretly to divide us…We’re the public enemy now. Tomorrow, it’s eight to four. Shouldn’t there be a strategy or ga plan for the next round?"
"There’s no point in thinking so much. We’ll die no matter what…" Under the sun, Charles yawned. "Just relax. I looked at the stars and they say we have good luck these two days! And anyway, we’ve gotten lucky these past two days. Maybe we’ll draw empty for the next round too."
"Friend, you look pretty and you have such pretty fantasies too," Bench Guy thought. His shoulders trembled. If not for the mask on his face, he probably would have spat out blood.
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