It was late at night in the living room of the Music History department. Ye Qingxuan, Charles and Bai Xi stared at each other in awkward silence.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan took the lead and asked with a serious expression, "So what can we do now?"

"Nothing." Charles scratched his head. "That *sshole from your grade was right. We’re probably dead this time."

"One-thousand points per win, five hundred each for a tie, and five hundred deducted for a loss…If we don’t find a solution, we’ll lose horribly this time. I’m okay but senior, you won’t be able to graduate!"

"…Well, it’s okay if I can’t graduate." Charles asked with some hesitation, "I’m used to it anyway. So what if I wait some more and try again next year?"

"Okay, so we won’t worry about graduating now. But the Cave of Sleep and sublimation ritual…we won’t get that opportunity again." Ye Qingxuan grew impatient. "Senior, you have to work too. Look, even Bai Xi got a few hundred points today! You already passed the first