Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship

Chapter 57 The First Blood of Lan Qi’s Art

Every light in the theater seems to be given life. At the moment when the music ends, the light fills the entire theater. The pale golden light flows on the black marble, like a surging stream whispering in the night.

 The back row of the auditorium.

“I originally thought that this classroom was examining art, but I didn’t expect that what was actually being examined was the art of destruction. It turns out that the art of destruction is also a kind of art in itself…”

Lan Qi exhaled, and there was a sense of relief in his voice, as if he had let go of some restraint.

 He was smiling confidently now, as if he couldn't wait to go on stage and show off his skills to his classmates.

　　　…”

Hyperion turned her head to observe Lan Qi's condition, feeling like there was a lump in her throat.

 He seems to have benefited a lot from this devil's academy again.

 Others may come to challenge the shadow world.

 And Lan Qi really came to learn.

Logically speaking, Lan Qi's "whole-hearted" attitude towards life should be praised, but...she couldn't tell what the problem was.

 “Protect yourself later.”

Lanci stood up, dropped these words as he passed by Huberian, and walked along the red carpet on the steps towards the stage.

"good."

Hyperion replied.

 With her spell library, she is not suitable for this exam.

 As an acrobatic support, Lanqi’s spell library makes her feel more at ease in the weirder the situation.

 Theoretically, Lan Qi will go ahead of her. After Lan Qi passes, the two of them can temporarily exchange purple and lower magic cards in the audience, reorganize the spell library, and let Hyperion pass.

 …

Most of the time for the music assessment has passed, and the classroom is filled with an atmosphere of silence and anticipation. Students who are confident in their abilities have basically finished participating in the performance.

The rest are either students with poor abilities or final-level players.

From the previous few performances, it would take a while before a demon student took the initiative to take the stage after each performance.

 So this time, when the host teacher saw Lan Qi quickly stand up and raise his hand to indicate his application for participation, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

　　A calm pace echoed through the theater.

After a while, Lan Qi came to the stage. His figure was particularly conspicuous under the lights of the theater, and his aura seemed to blend into the entire performance environment, making all eyes focus on him.

 “Are you ready?”

The presiding teacher standing next to Lan Qi asked.

 Generally, before the exam starts, students can raise any compliance needs or questions to the presiding teacher. This is the same in any examination room, so the presiding teacher takes the lead in asking.

If the student has no doubts, then the 2-minute performance timer can officially start, and the student will be given permission to use spells freely on the stage.

“If four music instructors can recognize it at the same time, what will be the reward?”

Lan Qi nodded slightly and asked with curiosity and confusion.

“In terms of course design, there is no situation where all four of them can agree at the same time.”

The host teacher looked at him, smiled and shook his head, with a hint of indescribable authority in his smile.

 “But what if this happens?”

"It's not written in the guide. It's not because this situation is hidden or an omission, but because there are obviously some combinations of the four music instructors' approval conditions that are contradictory and impossible to achieve at the same time." The voice of the host teacher Slowly fall back.

For example, there is no music that can be so noisy and addictive that it can make the sleeping demon fall asleep, and at the same time, it has the level of horror that is recognized by the sick poison body and the warm atmosphere that the ghost armor wants.

“There are no students who have been recognized by these four music instructors at the same time over the years, no matter how outstanding they are.”

The host teacher added another sentence, hoping that Lan Qi could understand what he meant—their curriculum design did not need to be questioned.

 “Teacher, I think I can really do it.”

Lan Qi stared at the teacher in charge.

“If you can do it, it will definitely prove that there are omissions in our examination design, and your musical level has exceeded the scope of our understanding. Being a music tutor can be said to be an underachievement.”



After all, this is a performance that is being watched by many big figures in the demon world. For a student to repeatedly question the rules is to undermine the performance.

“If you are recognized by the four music instructors, you will be directly hired as a teacher in our music department. Is that okay?”

The host teacher looked at the audience seat below the stage, raised his voice a little and announced, then looked at Lan Qi and asked.

As the words fell, a burst of rustling laughter came from the stage.

“Teacher, are you sure? And what if the music instructor doesn’t have enough sense to make a judgment after the performance?”

"This is the theater given by the Demon King. It is watched by the demon eyes, and it is also the performance that the demon nobles are watching. If you dare to go back on your word on this stage, even if I am the director of the music department of this college, my life will not be enough. In addition, If the music instructor is unable to judge, such as when Mr. Maleficent falls into a deep sleep, I will make the judgment on his behalf based on the standards that he has reported to the academy before participating in the performance, so you can rest assured of fairness."

The host teacher looked at the magic eye in the center of the theater and said, and handed the microphone to Lan Qi, feeling a little happy,

“Okay, do you still have any questions?”

 “No problem, we can start.”

Immediately, Lan Qi took the microphone, shook his collar, and walked to the center of the stage.

The look in his eyes has completely changed, like a rising star in the devil world.

 As long as you stand on this stage and enter the performance time, you can use any spell.

Without saying a word, Lan Qi used "Poet of Great Love".

At his summons, a gray-haired beauty wearing a bright red dress appeared on the stage accompanied by the fragrance of flowers.

She opened her eyes as if she had just woken up from a dream, her hair and skirt swaying gently, like a lingering short song in summer, and the howling mountain wind in autumn. For a moment, many demons in the audience lost their minds for her.

The Love Poet stared at everything in the theater with her bright eyes, as if she understood something. There was a trace of regret or joy in the corner of her mouth, but she did not use her magic voice to influence the minds of any living beings.

Since summoning itself is considered a kind of magic, there is no problem in summoning a familiar with whom you have a soul contract during a performance.

“You will sing the lead later, it’s time for the four tutors and classmates to see our learning results.”

Lanchi handed the microphone to the poet of great love.

The poet of great love smiled like a flower and nodded slightly, his eyes shining with incomparable confidence.

And Lan Qi came to a demonic instrument that looked like a piano, sat down gracefully and calmly, and lifted the lid.

 Far away from the stage.

When Hyperion saw that the person holding the microphone was the poet Daai, she already instinctively wanted to run away.

She couldn't even imagine what would happen in the theater when this thing went up and sang with all its might!

 (End of this chapter)