Don't confiscate my citizenship

The dark-toned stage was filled with bright beams of light, like stars lighting up the night sky.

As the poet of great love put his hands on his chest and bowed gracefully, the lights on the stage dimmed and the melody began to sound.

At the back of the stage, Lan Qi lowered his head and focused his eyes, caressing his fingers on the keys, and began to press the movement of the Hell Overture.

At the front of the stage, the great poet also showed a wanton smile and sang with her natural voice.

The four instructors in the audience all frowned, their eyes wandering on the stage, dissatisfaction and impatience began to appear on their faces.

This overture, which seemed not strong enough, was not what they wanted to hear.

However, at this moment they did not understand Lan Qi's intention.

Lan Qi pressed the keys with his left hand, and magic cards appeared in his right hand like magic, and he used them directly!

They are all magic cards from the [Error Healing] series, full of healing and rebirth.

Lan Qi did not hesitate, decisively and resolutely applied all these healing magics to the diseased body of the music instructor, highlighting a powerful medicine for treating serious illnesses!

Before anyone could react.

Ahhhh!!!

Endless pain instantly surged through the body of the diseased poisonous body. His body began to twitch violently, as if being entangled by a crazy snake. An astonishing scream came from his mouth. The sound echoed in the theater, and the demon's roar broke through the air. , flooding the entire theater instantly.

The magic voice of the great love poet then reverberated on the stage. The music was like a poisonous snake, stinging deeply into the ears of the diseased poisonous body. His screams became more intense, and the painful emotions were released like a tide. He could no longer Maintain your own rational control.

You are……!

The voice of the presiding examiner came from the side of the stage. He was about to stop Lan Qi's actions, but found that the magic eye did not make any reaction.

This surprised him and immediately understood that what Lan Qi cast was not an offensive magic, nor did it cause any harm.

However, the scene that followed made the examiner unable to maintain his usual composure.

Everything changed so fast that no demon present could immediately understand how the disaster in front of them happened!

Stop it!!

Let me go!!!

The voice of the diseased poisonous body was as shrill and wailing as a torn beast in the night. This painful scream possessed the strongest spiritual attack ability unmatched by all the demons present. The students in the audience felt as if they were struck by a violent electric current. In the same way, he covered his head as if tearing apart, trembling to bear the mental impact that exceeded the limit.

At this moment, on the stage, the poet of great love is standing in the spotlight, singing happily. Her singing voice floats melodiously throughout the theater, forming a strong contrast with the wail of the diseased poisonous body.

But her sweet voice did not make the scene lighter. On the contrary, it amplified the emotional pain caused by the mental attack caused by the diseased poison body on all the students tenfold.

The demon students couldn't stand it anymore. Their cries and howls were like ghosts, echoing throughout the classroom. The spirits of all the demon students gradually became abnormal, and their eyes became chaotic and trembling, as if everyone was going crazy.

These new sounds, like vicious spells, began to influence and torture each other, repeatedly stimulating and amplifying the painful lamentations in the theater.

The students who were even more tortured made even more painful sounds, and the pain circulated among them, like a landslide and a tsunami, instantly turning the theater into an endless purgatory!

At first, Lan Qi just pried a small stone to activate the entire classroom, but then, this vicious cycle started like a mountain and rolling stones, which could not be stopped!

The weaker demons, such as Bacher, were already twitching in their seats with foaming at the mouth. However, because they were in too much pain, they were quickly awakened by the nightmare sounds that echoed in the theater, and continued to join in the shrill hissing. call.

Hyperion even covered her ears tightly, buried her head in her legs, and kept reciting silent prayers to the goddess.

If she hadn't been prepared to calm down and deal with the beloved poet, she would have gone crazy now.

On the side of the stage, the originally graceful presiding teacher was shocked by this hellish scene. His face instantly changed from confident to pale as paper. His originally upright posture was already shaky, and his palms supporting the wall were trembling violently. It seemed like he would collapse at any moment.

His eyes were wide with horror, unable to believe what he was witnessing.

what are you up to?

The host teacher's voice was almost shouting, and he was fully aware of the seriousness of the problem in this performance.

Lan Qi, who was standing in the center of the stage, seemed not to hear.

Continue to play music.

He even had time to explain physics knowledge as if talking to himself,

“In nuclear fusion, if [temperature], [pressure], and [time] all reach a certain level, the heat generated can maintain the temperature and continue to produce new nuclear fusion. This situation is called [self-sustained combustion].

His voice was like a poet chanting, calm and profound.

Lan Qi's state of mind was peaceful, as if this chaotic theater had no impact on him at all.

He only has the keys in his eyes and the piece of music in his ears.

You, what on earth are you talking about?!

The presiding teacher's voice became even sharper.

He felt that Lan Qi was saying some weird and terrifying black words that he couldn't understand!

This is the result of my studies and the artistic concept of this performance.

Lan Qi explained seriously.

Once self-sustaining combustion is achieved, nuclear fusion will continue to occur even without input of any more energy.

He looked around the theater and felt that there was enough [pressure] in this theater.

There is more than one minute left to freely use magic.

If he could take advantage of this period to increase the [temperature], he might be able to achieve [self-sustaining combustion].

By then, even if Lan Qi stops the music and does nothing, or even calls back the beloved poet, this demonic classroom will continue to fall into a complete perpetual motion cycle.

Until the four music instructors and all the demon students burned up and lost consciousness.

This hell sound nuclear fusion will come to an end.

He believed that this performance, whether it was the emotions and shouts of the devil students, the visual and auditory effects, or the noisy and addictive feeling in which everyone fell into a deep sleep at the end, completely met the previous requirements of the four instructors.

This should satisfy everyone, right?

Lan Qi sat in front of the piano, raised his head and looked around. Seeing the four music instructors enjoying themselves, he felt that he was full of merits today.