musicians of old

Chapter 68 Preliminary Consensus
"Cooperation?" Fan Ning asked in amazement, "I was still fighting wits with the Bologna School yesterday, so how come we're fast forwarding to cooperation today?"

"Because you didn't look for Roy yesterday." The girl in the white dress smiled.

Fanning read ease and determination in her eyes.

She has already noticed the subtle changes in her expression and tone.

The information she provided in advance was very sincere, which also boosted her confidence in judgment.

"Miss Roy's emotional intelligence is really amazing..." Fan Ning couldn't help thinking over and over in his heart, "Is this considered empathetic or scheming? Should I think she is cute or scary..."

"Yesterday, the schedule was full, so I didn't pay attention to the news that happened at the first time in the college. Mr. Fan Ning didn't ask someone to contact me. Otherwise, Roy would have come to visit you, but I didn't expect Mr. Fan Ning to stay here all night. , your temperament and self-cultivation are very admirable."

She was guessing in her mind that Fanning needed to maintain her public status as a student of the Conservatory of Music.

No matter what other things he has, at least Professor Anton's death needs to be investigated here.

"So, the information provided to me is an earnest money for cooperation?" Fanning said, "Then, let's talk about the specific content."

Roy looked into Fanning's eyes: "Professor Lorraine Brownie has some unclear stakes with the forbidden. With your ability, you should already understand it."

"Miss Roy is so frank?"

The surprise in Fan Ning's eyes at this moment is not feigned: "This matter is not glorious, and it is a 'betrayer' to a lesser extent. I am afraid it is not appropriate to say it in front of an outsider like me?"

Even though Fan Ning and the investigation team of the Bologna School had been talking for so long yesterday, both sides kept this detail secret, and repeatedly wandered to other topics when they were about to go deeper.

In contrast, the way this school girl communicates is really unpredictable.
"Mr. Fanning really has a grasp of the situation." Hearing this, Roy smiled slyly.

"Were you testing me just now?" Fanning raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not, but since Roy said that, it means that even if Mr. Fanning is not clear, I am going to tell you, because I know that with your ability, it is only a matter of time before you find out."

"No problem." Fan Ning paced back and forth in the small room a few times: "So you need me to withdraw the complaint in front of everyone, and cooperate with the school to make a gentle report of the incident. Use the mouth of the Guiding School to overthrow or question the conclusions of the school. Isn't that right, Miss Roy."

"It's always so easy to communicate with you." Roy blinked, "We should stick to the attitude of seeking truth from facts when evaluating Professor Lorraine Brownie's personal right and wrong, but for the 'First Vice President of the School of Music' Right and wrong, we always have to work around it.”

"You Bologna School is really an organization with a sense of collective honor." Fanning praised.

"Don't laugh at Roy."

After the girl read the joke in Fanning's tone, she neither pretended to be ignorant nor maintained a smile, but pointed it out deliberately, curling her lips to show weakness.

She then pointed out more common interests: "Our public identities are all St. Lenia students, right? Mr. Fanning. From the perspective of artistic careers, the school has been making an impact for the future of each of us. The "collective sense of honor" is not an internal appreciation, but an external display."

Fan Ning said slowly: "This public school, in my personal impression, whether it is the design of the system for recruiting exams, the internal management system established, or the key points for cultivating our words and deeds, the emphasis is on 'because Different, so different'...However, I discovered today that when you need 'collective', you can still emphasize 'collective'..."

"But you want to achieve something at the graduation concert, about Professor Anton, about yourself." The girl gently stroked her hair with her fingers, "Roy doesn't doubt your strength, you can choose to follow the rules of the game, You can also choose to subvert the rules of the game, but if the latter is implemented, I guess it may not meet your initial expectations and perceptions, and the key words of that night should be teenage pride, campus time and youth."

"I admit that you calmed down my negative emotions. Those professors really should learn more from you." Fanning finally smiled at this moment.

"Don't worry, Miss Roy, even from the perspective of guiding the school, I don't want to have a conflict with the Bologna school because of a small misunderstanding at this level. Everyone is an official organization of the empire."

"Then we have reached a consensus." Roy raised his little fist cutely and playfully, "The further form of cooperation is: the school will continue to investigate the death of Professor Anton that you care about, and share the progress with you. When necessary You are invited to act together; as for Mr. Fan Ning, please let us know if you find any clues in the literature, and if you notice that there are other students who may be harmed, please help us."

Her captivating blue eyes took a deep look at Fan Ning: "The content recorded in that document is the earliest batch of mystic research results of the Bologna School in history. We value it very much and interpret it directly. It is related to the truth of Professor Anton's incident. Fortunately, it is not a unique item. If Mr. Fanning gets it, he can study and copy it by himself and return the original. We are willing to share our knowledge with you as a thank you."

After intertwining Roy's eyes for a few seconds, Fan Ning thought to himself: "Did she guess that the document is in my hands through some clues? Or is it just a pure assumption and discussion?"

After getting in touch with Roy these few times, her musical talent, external conditions, various characteristics, and various comfortable experiences in the process of getting along have made Fanning's affection continue to grow.But on the other hand, Fan Ning has become less and less daring to despise this opposite sex of the same age, and even has a little bit of vigilance and vigilance against her incomparably keen empathy ability.

"I accept this cooperation." Fanning responded succinctly.

"How about Roy inviting you to lunch later?" The girl narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"I don't want to be asked to duel all the time on the school walk," Fanning said.

"The situation in the classroom that day, Roy really didn't do it on purpose." She rested her small hand on her chin, her eyes rolled around in thought, and then lowered her voice to pretend to be mysterious: "Why don't you choose a more private place?"

"Let's do it next time." Fanning coughed twice, "I've been busy recently."

"Mr. Fanning, your way of rejecting people is so cliche." Roy wrinkled his little nose.

Co-author You are not unconventional every time you reject someone, are you... Fanning swears in his heart.

Of course, he still said seriously: "Recently, I really can't spare time. The work selection and research work have taken up too much energy, and I don't want to have a perfunctory chat with Miss Roy who is sitting across from me during lunch. And quickly cleared a table of food, and then hurried away, right, this is not very gentlemanly."

The girl nodded approvingly: "You're right, then Roy will indeed be unhappy."

"See you at the next rehearsal, remember to practice the piano." Fan Ning smiled slightly.

"Mr. Fanning, I will see you out."

After leaving the administrative building, Fan Ning bought a meat pie, a cabinet pudding and a combination snack of roasted vegetables at the school convenience store for 8p. With lemonade, he simply settled for Chinese food on the way.

I made a slight detour on campus, took a walk to digest the food in my stomach, and walked to the faculty and staff villa area after about [-] minutes.

He used the newly assigned key to open the courtyard and door of Professor Anton's house, went straight up to the second floor, and pushed away Xilan's boudoir.

The room still had a unique faint fragrance. Joan was wearing a light-colored pure cotton white blouse, sitting on Xilan's bed, leaning on the pillow to read a book.The afternoon light poured into the slightly darkened room, soaking the curves of her legs and ankles with an ivory hue.

Fanning walked straight in and stood for a long time staring at the mechanical clock on the wall.

The time above pointed to eleven thirty in the evening.

"Thank you, Joan."

"It's okay." The girl closed the book and said happily, "Let's start now!"

She quickly arranged a small altar on the dressing table according to the process of retracing the secret ritual.

The energy rose, the prayer was over, and Joan picked up the pink watering can and sprayed a fine mist on the vanity mirror.

"My spiritual sense is too weak, can you see clearly?" In the inexplicable cold wind, Qiong Jian asked sharply.

"Why... is it still the reflected wall clock?" Fanning activated the spiritual field, looking at the mirror suspiciously.

"The secret ceremony didn't get a response from the Lord of Witness? It's still a normal mirror reflection? No, other things in the room are not on the mirror at all, and the details of this clock seem to be inconsistent with the one on the wall."

"It should be said that there is still revelation, but it is too symbolic. It has become so abstract in less than 24 hours. Is it because of greater interference?"

The water mist gathers liquid into droplets and flows down in streams, and the scene in the mirror returns to normal chaos.

　Thanks to the beginning of the legend, frank, and the little master Mengmeng for the monthly pass~Thanks to the book friend tail number 9172 for the reward~
　　
　
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