Although Mingyou was a high school student in his previous life, his two guardian uncles' companies had close cooperation with universities, so he knew a little about the academic circle.
Academic circles, both domestically and internationally, are notoriously inward-looking, with numerous academic cliques, essentially "independent kingdoms" that even the government finds difficult to interfere with. Whether applying for funding or evaluating award eligibility, the opinions of the clique leaders hold absolute weight.
This is what is called "authoritative opinion".
I didn't expect it to be the same in the Star Alliance.
In peacetime, an "authority" that only focuses on power and status and neglects academics will only slow down the development of related professional academics.
During wartime, scientific research was a crucial component of the battlefield. The long-term weakness of the academic community had caused significant losses to the Covenant.
"He didn't do anything wrong legally. Just because he failed at scientific research, there's no way he could be charged with a crime of disrupting military operations," Mingyou asked curiously. "But how dare he request a state funeral?"
The red panda next to him rolled his eyes. "Because he's an authority, the head of the academic clique, all of us researchers who have made contributions on the battlefield are considered his disciples, no matter how you round it up."
Mingyou was speechless.
How do you say this? That person is like the chief examiner in feudal times?
"Wherever people gather, they inevitably form cliques. The academic world is even more vulnerable to lack of authority. With the spread of the new spiritual beastology, you'll become the new academic clique," Big Purple Horse explained. "The old academic cliques are beginning to disintegrate, and their true disciples will naturally seek ways to elevate their status."
For example, they would recruit all the scientific researchers who have made contributions as their disciples, or use the deceased old academic leader to gild the reputation of their own faction. These are all one of their methods.
Those academic cliques who do not engage in scientific research are essentially no different from politicians.
What made them even more uncomfortable was that when Arthur was confronting the Elders Council of the Academy of Sciences in the hope of gaining his support, this person stood by and watched, neither helping either side, under the euphemism of being neutral.
But because he did not violate the law and did have many disciples, and death was the greatest virtue, even though Arthur and His Majesty the Golden Lion were full of resentment, they could not directly break up.
Mingyou understood Arthur's frustration.
Not only did this person exacerbate the stagnancy and regression of the spiritual beast academic circle, but during the war, his so-called "not helping either side" was actually treason in Mingyou's view.
It's like a person sees a policeman fighting a criminal, and the policeman says, "Help me hit him with a stick," and the other person crosses his arms and watches coldly, saying, "I'm neutral, you guys continue."
Although there is nothing wrong with it legally, it is enough to show that this person has no morals.
Moreover, this was a matter of life and death for the Covenant. His inaction made it seem as if he wasn't a member of the Covenant and didn't care about the outcome of the war against the Zerg.
A state funeral? Considering Dahei's personality, not scattering his ashes was considered good-tempered.
"A state funeral is out of the question. He has no merit." His Majesty the Great Golden Lion flicked his tail. "But when those people proposed a state funeral, they knew I wouldn't agree. They're asking for an exorbitant price, expecting us to pay them right here and there."
Mingyou nodded, not quite understanding.
What Big Brother Golden Lion means is that they made a request that Big Brother Golden Lion could not possibly agree to, and then after Big Brother Golden Lion refused it once, they felt embarrassed to refuse the next best request?
"Their real goal is to get me and my subordinates to attend his funeral," Arthur said unhappily, crossing his arms. "It would be best if they could take you with them. That way, they can brag to the public that His Royal Highness Prince Arthur and the ten heroes came to the old man's funeral out of respect. The old man had no scientific achievements because he devoted his entire life to teaching and educating people. All the famous and successful researchers today were under his care."
Mingyou felt that these words were so familiar. He had seen them countless times in the news in his previous life.
Mingyou pointed at his nose and said, "If I go too, then I'll add one more thing: Mingyou, the founder of the new spiritual animal studies, also respects him?"
Arthur sneered, "Even your brain can see the twists and turns. They really don't hide it at all."
Mingyou was speechless. Wasn't this similar to those idols in the entertainment industry in his previous life who used popularity and connections to elevate their status?
It turns out that no matter what circle you are in, the tactic of "freeloading" is very powerful.
"Then... why don't you pretend to be sick?" Mingyou suggested. "Even though we can't refuse openly, if you have an excuse, they won't be able to do anything about it, right?"
Arthur said nothing, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking.
"Your Highness can feign illness and not go, but you must publish a eulogy. Otherwise, you'll be criticized for disrespecting your academic predecessors," the red panda said sarcastically. "But Your Highness may not care about that. I don't care either. I won't go, and I don't even need to use illness as an excuse."
The big purple horse said calmly: "I won't go either."
Arthur continued to frown, as if thinking about the interests involved.
Mingyou asked Xiaotianmiao to look up the life story of that person and also to see his family's requirements for the funeral.
The custom on that person's planet is "happy burial." This means that at funerals, people must not cry, but must be lively and cheerful, with the ceremonies arranged in an extremely lavish manner. Without a grand funeral, the soul cannot ascend to heaven.
Luxurious funerals and the like are such bad habits.
Mingyou had already thought about it. He had registered to donate his body, and after his death he would continue to contribute to the scientific community of the Star Alliance.
When a person dies, all that's left is a pile of bones and a pile of rotting flesh. Burn it and it's just a pile of ashes. Why give a lavish funeral to a pile of ashes? Don't you have money to burn?
However, happy funerals, luxury, laughter...
Mingyou seemed to remember something in his mind, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"I'll go. I'm going to put on a mocking smile at his funeral," Arthur finally decided. "You told me to laugh? I'll do it for him. All of you go and laugh your ass off at his grave."
The peasant squatted down and said, "That makes sense. It's a happy funeral, so let's just smile together. If my smile isn't pretty, just say I was born with this smile. What can you do to me?"
The little panda bear covered his mouth with his paws: "Yes, I have a toothache, but I can only smile with a crooked mouth."
The big purple horse mused, "I'm a cool and handsome guy, I only know how to smile without smiling."
Mingyou: “…I remember now.”
Several people looked at him in unison: "What did you remember?"
Mingyou clapped his hands and said, "A happy funeral! On my planet in my previous life, there was a custom of happy funerals. It was really fun!"
A question mark appeared above the heads of each of the people, forming a string of ellipsis made up of question marks.
Xiaoyou, what are you talking about?
"Well, it's hard to explain. Let me demonstrate it to you." Mingyou found Xiaotian Miao and talked to him for a long time. Xiaotian Miao kept nodding his head and waving his paws, creating a holographic model according to the situation described by Mingyou.
While Xiaotian Miao was modeling, Arthur hugged his arms and nodded his head, as if he understood something.
"Come on, play music!" Xiao Tianmiao built the holographic model, and Mingyou took out his beloved suona from the system backpack.
Xiao Tian Miao put on headphones, and a row of electronic instruments were projected in front of him: "Yoyoyo! Come on! The funeral music begins!"
Mingyou puffed up his cheeks: "Beep! Beep, beep! Beep! Beep, be ...
The big golden lion and the big snow leopard both stood up in anger the moment the suona sounded.
His Majesty the Golden Lion's long fur was blown up into a big golden ball of fur. The Snow Leopard was a big cat with short hair, so only its tail was blown up into a fairy wand.
The big purple horse's chin almost hit the ground, and the red panda hugged its big tail and started twisting.
Arthur stroked his chin with his index finger and gave a thoughtful smirk.
Seeing that Arthur understood what he meant, Mingyou narrowed his eyes with joy, and began to twist his body while blowing the flute, making his cheeks more energetic.
Xiao Tianmao's eyes narrowed with a smile, the cat's butt twisted and its tail swung, as if it wanted to fly to the rhythm.
In front of him, four holographic figures in black funeral attire were carrying a coffin, jumping to the rhythm as they walked. The coffin was bouncing up and down, and it looked like the lid was about to be flipped open.
Xiao Tian Miao's electronic music accompaniment became more and more passionate, and Mingyou's cheeks were as swollen as a frog singing in a summer pond. The little man in black who was carrying the coffin sat down on the ground, holding the coffin, and spinning in place on his buttocks, and the coffin shook even more violently.
Mingyou finished playing the Black Coffin Song in one breath, and looked at the stunned crowd except Arthur with bright eyes and an expectant expression: "How is it?"
His Majesty the Great Golden Lion turned his head woodenly and licked his ruffled fur, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The big snow leopard was holding its fairy wand tail in a daze, its eyes dull, and the whole leopard looked dumbfounded.
The red panda also hugged its tail and said, "Xiaoyou, where is this funeral custom from? Are you being too joyful?"
Big Purple Horse straightened his get off work and nodded: "Dancing on the grave."
Mingyou gave a thumbs up: "Yeah, dancing on the grave! This is exactly the effect we want!"
Arthur put down the finger he was stroking his chin and said, "Tell me in detail about the custom of the black-clad men carrying the coffin. Brother, let them let me handle the funeral. In exchange, I will have my personal guards and the scientists who have made great contributions to this event attend the funeral."
His Majesty the Great Golden Lion hesitated a little: "Is this okay?"
"The custom there is to celebrate funerals at happy times. Wouldn't it be nice if I gave him the most extravagant funeral possible?" Arthur smiled. "They'll agree. They know that for the sake of the Covenant's reputation and to protect those meritorious young scientists from being criticized, I will strictly adhere to their customs and won't compromise the funeral standards."
Mingyou's eyes sparkled as he asked, "Can I join in, too?"
Arthur reached out and pressed Mingyou's head. "Once the funeral begins, they'll know they've been tricked. There will undoubtedly be many saints and holy men who will say that death is the greatest virtue. It's wrong for me to humiliate them like this. You're young and have little foundation in the Star Alliance, so you can't show up."
After pressing Mingyou's head, Arthur straightened his collar and sneered, "I'm not afraid of these rumors. All I want is for those people to spread the word that I'm humiliating him."
In terms of prestige, popularity, status, and glory, who am I, Arthur Tiger, afraid of?!
"Okay." Mingyou didn't insist. He knew that Arthur's decision was absolutely correct. "Is there anything I can help you with? I want to help."
"Help me train a team of suona players," Arthur said. "You, Herman, and Yan Yi should work together to adapt a few more festive funeral music, using music from your past life. That way, others won't be able to find evidence to suggest the music is wrong. I'll have Xianluo and Xianwei help you adapt the coffin-carrying dance. You can also help with the costume design."
Mingyou clenched his fist: "No problem! I will definitely give them the most unforgettable funeral!"
The red panda thought for a moment and raised his paw: "Everyone, I have an idea."
Arthur said, "Speak."
A devilish smile appeared on the red panda's adorable, round face. "How about replacing the coffin bearers, the musicians, and all the guests on screen with spirit beasts? Giving the spirit beasts a little vest and uniform will make their movements even more entertaining. Then we'll start a live broadcast of the entire Star Alliance to cheer everyone up."
"To prevent you from accusing me of collecting spirit beasts, I'll be the first to sign up so I can carry the coffin." The red panda waved its paws excitedly, "I'll knock his coffin off!"
Arthur pondered for a moment and said, "Yes. Having spirit beasts carrying the coffin does add a more comedic effect. Besides... didn't he claim to be an authority on spirit beasts? When he died, a group of spirit beasts mourned him. What a compliment."
If you just die quietly like this, I'll just have to bear the loss. Death is the greatest thing, so don't bother with the dead. Now you're shameless, so I'll give you a few more layers of face. Arthur thought viciously.
"If spirit beasts are to carry the coffin, I suggest the Dabai family send someone... a bear." Mingyou also raised his hand to suggest, "A bear in a black vest would definitely be more suitable. And the bear's expression of bewilderment... a serious face, is perfect for the solemn atmosphere of a funeral."
Arthur thought carefully about his adjutant's perpetually bewildered face, and twitched his lips slightly. "It's indeed very suitable."
Big Purple Horse also offered a suggestion: "All spirit beasts attending the funeral should be asked to manage their expressions. If they can't, they should be controlled by supernatural powers. They must not smile at all and must keep a serious face."
I'm dancing at the grave with a serious face. What makes you say that I'm dancing at the grave and not attending the funeral seriously?
Arthur, Mingyou, the red panda and the big purple horse discussed it together and decided on the preliminary content of the funeral.
The big golden lion and the big snow leopard, father and son, looked at each other.
It's true that people of the same family are like brothers. The fighting power of the uncle/brother and his family is too strong. How could they not think of this?
"I want to join in, too!" the big snow leopard said, jumping up and down, holding up its front paws. "I'm really good at dancing!"
The big golden lion sighed: "I'll just squat there and watch you guys dance quietly. I'm old and can't dance anymore."
Arthur sneered: "Okay, it's settled."
The big golden lion and the big snow leopard left the No. 1 sanatorium planet and began to prepare for the funeral.
Arthur held a holographic combat meeting for all his subordinates, including those who were working, on business trips, and slacking off somewhere.
After the spirit beast subordinates experienced the psychological journey of =皿=→-_-→Σ(°△°|||)→o(*≧▽≦)ツ~┴┴, they all patted their furry chests with their claws, expressing that they would definitely complete the task successfully.
"I'll go to the Chaos Star Zone to find my brother right away. He's been a battle maniac for so long, it's time for him to return to his duties as a dancer." Xianluo said with a smile, "My brother and I will dance in front to clear the way for the coffin."
Louis said with a cold expression, "Don't the Ruth family want to please me? Send a seal to dance with me behind the coffin."
The big seal's dance of clapping and rolling on the ground must be very interesting.
Herman said, "I will find another white bear and two black bears to carry the coffin together."
Yan Yi sighed: "I'm in charge of the military band." He actually didn't want to act weird in front of the people of the entire Star Alliance, but... forget it, he had already lost all the face he should have lost in the ghost video column edited by His Royal Highness the Prince.
"How can just four people dancing be enough? Since it's a happy funeral, of course there should be singing and dancing." Ellie snorted, "Brother, doesn't our family also want to restore relations with us? Let them send a group of muscle deer, and we will form a muscle deer team and do a bodybuilding dance behind the big seal."
Kerry nodded: "Okay." When it comes to showing off his muscles, he is not sleepy.
The red panda and the big purple horse are responsible for the funeral preparations for the meritorious young scientist team, while Adeline and Leo stay with Mingyou to protect him.
Mingyou will not appear on camera, but will attend the funeral with his partners. He will disguise himself as someone else and observe secretly.
Leo and Adeline have no family influence in the Star Alliance, so they are with Mingyou this time and will not appear on camera specifically.
"It's a pity that I don't have a good relationship with the Tan family, otherwise it would be fun to let a group of alpacas come out and spit at me." Mingyou said regretfully.
Arthur granted Mingyou's wish: "The Star Alliance has more than just the Tan family's alpacas. I will mobilize a group of alpacas and give them to Tan Chenxi to train. They will also attend the funeral. Cui Li's square-faced fox is also good. Let him be the master of ceremonies."
"Then let's stop dancing and just stand in front of the grave to welcome the guests," Mingyou suggested. "That way, anyone who sees the alpaca in front of the grave will know what we want to say."
Alpaca Alpaca Alpaca.
Adeline really wanted Mingyou to stop thinking about dirty talk, but now her heart was full of dirty talk, so she could only sigh and put the matter aside for the time being.
Just when Arthur and others were busy preparing for the funeral, the old academic propaganda came as expected, and what it said was exactly what Mingyou had expected.
Mingyou was very proud. Now Dahei would never say his head was frozen tofu dregs again.
Arthur privately complained: "Even Dumb You can see through these people's tricks. Their brains are not even as good as Dumb You's frozen tofu dregs brain."
Arthur complained very loudly in private, and Mingyou raised his little fist to Arthur in anger.
Arthur turned into a big black cat and ran away with his claws spread out.
Mingyou's strength is getting stronger and stronger. If he is hit by this punch, he will probably turn into a cat star in the sky.
Although the common people on the Internet were led astray at the beginning, Arthur and His Majesty the Golden Lion were not afraid of anyone when it came to manipulating public opinion, and soon someone pretended to reveal the secret.
The common people suddenly understood and began to discuss how much humiliation His Royal Highness Prince Arthur had endured during the funeral.
"I was saying, the old School of Spiritual Beasts was overthrown by Mr. Ming, how could His Highness give face to the old school tycoon?"
"I remember before the war, when the Star Alliance's Beastology Department was still dominated by the old academic clique, many academics privately and anonymously complained about this person. He was incompetent and only focused on power and profit."
"That military industry expert I follow who made great contributions on the battlefield, when he retweeted the news of someone's death, he said, 'Death is the greatest thing.' I didn't understand it for a long time, but now I finally understand."
"It's so frustrating! If he were still alive, we could still settle accounts. Now that the old liar has died before the settlement, we still have to mourn him with the rites of a national hero? No way, no way, no way?"
"Rumor has it, their disciples originally wanted a state funeral, but His Majesty rejected it. Later, to stop them from making any more noise, His Highness said that he and the ten heroes would be in attendance, and that His Highness would have full authority to arrange the funeral, ensuring it was conducted in accordance with their custom: a joyous funeral, a grand burial, haha, luxurious."
"Your Highness has retired, and it's too difficult for him to still be running around and worrying about these things."
"Could it be that they still want to call Mr. Ming over?"
"They did 'invite' Mr. Ming to go, but Mr. Ming doesn't know them, so why should he go? Well, I don't know whether Mr. Ming will go or not, but I hope he won't suffer."
"Mr. Ming definitely won't go. Have you forgotten Mr. Ming's social anxiety? If Mr. Ming wants to cure his social anxiety, wouldn't he start by giving us a traveling class? Why would he go to the funeral of someone he doesn't know?"
"There's no reason for them to invite Mr. Ming, right? They have nothing to do with each other, and Mr. Ming doesn't need to 'pay a visit' to the old 'authority'."
"Of course they are related. How could they not be? They said that the leading scientists this time, Red Panda, Big Purple Horse, and the late Mr. Gu Hai, were all his students."
"Fuck you, student? Did he really say that? Where's his face?"
"He said it when he was alive, and even shed two tears for Mr. Gu Hai. Now his disciples are also saying it, trying desperately to establish a relationship with him."
"If I were Major General Louis, I would be so angry that I would use my supernatural light cannon to blow his house to the ground. Who doesn't know what happened to Mr. Gu Hai in the academic world? Who doesn't know that it was His Highness who took Mr. Gu Hai in?"
"To be honest, it's not just Gu Hai. This group of scientists on the battlefield, who were temporarily formed, were all taken in by His Highness. His Highness prepared a research base for us, allocated research funds for us, and led the soldiers to help us rob the Zerg army of experimental materials. Death is the greatest thing, and I don't want to say anything, but they insist on putting me in a teacher-student relationship. Fine, you are the teacher, and I am the student. All of us who have taken your class are students. But what's the problem? I have had many teachers since I was a child."
"Taking a photo with the great guy above. Now that you've said that, I've come to my senses. I'm going to point out what's wrong. Why should teachers get to take credit for students' success? When I was in elementary school, my homeroom teacher discriminated against me and led the whole class in abusive behavior. I took a year off because of this, and things only started to get better after I transferred to another school. If I ever become successful and that homeroom teacher says he was my teacher and my homeroom teacher, and therefore I was trained by him, I'm definitely going to want to stab him to death."
"Plus one. The saying 'teacher is like a father' isn't popular anymore. Even if he's your biological father, shouldn't you still scold him for being a scumbag?"
"This credit is too easy to take. Can't the principal of that prestigious school say that if all the students in this school achieve success in the future, he will get a large share of the credit?"
"No, no, I don't. The students are working hard on their own. What does that have to do with me? I'm just an administrator. I don't understand academics."
"Hahaha, taking a photo with the principal of the Star Alliance's first military academy upstairs."
"Bullshit! You've been so proud of Mr. Ming's affairs!"
"Pfft, taking a photo with the principal of the Star Alliance Agricultural School. Principal, please don't swear."
"Let him talk about it. Mr. Ming was originally supposed to be a student at Xingmeng Agricultural University. I also want to say that Mr. Ming was originally supposed to be my schoolmate, and the first open class was originally supposed to be at our school."
"Stop talking! I'm going to cry if I say any more. Our Star Alliance Agricultural University just lost its position as the number one spiritual beast school in the Star Alliance just like that. Woo woo woo."
"...Luckily I lost it. I don't want to have to explain to my friends from other galaxies that spirit beasts aren't some kind of livestock that can be bred to get rich."
"Agricultural University and Spiritual Beasts don't go together! Not at all! So why does your school have a Spiritual Beast Breeding major?"
"After watching Mr. Ming's live broadcast, don't you spirit beasts feel guilty about saying this? Is raising you any different from raising pigs? Isn't it all about eating, sleeping, and sleeping?"
"Tell me your name, let's have a real-life PK (grin)."
…
The comments of ordinary people on the Internet quickly went off the rails.
No one cared about the old scholar, except for the sympathetic and patient Sir Arthur. The current trending topic on the Star Alliance network was whether raising spirit beasts should be considered a way to get rich through agriculture.
The strongest psychics are full of questions.
I say you're so arrogant! You used to call us weapons of war, saying we'd get out of control and you were terribly afraid of us. Now you're actually planning to support us and make us rich? And you're even calling me an agricultural channel! Do you believe I'll bombard you with my supernatural powers?
While roaring, they enthusiastically joined the topic, applied for the host of the relevant topic, and set the pace.
Originally, there were ordinary people speaking up for them, but when they saw that these spirit beasts participated in the topic more actively than anyone else, and even started recording short videos in the style of "How to Get Rich", they could only hold their foreheads in their hands and swear that they would never feel sorry for them again.
Among this group of spirit beasts, apart from His Highness and the ten heroes, there is not a single decent one! Even His Majesty the Golden Lion is known as the Orange Cat!
What? There are so many videos of His Highness and the Ten Heroes doing this? Are videos of him doing this inappropriate? Why is that? You apologize to him!
Compared to the random off-topic discussions on the general Internet, this matter is still being discussed on the Lingshou internal forum.
"Do you believe that His Highness will be patient?"
"Hahahaha, your highness is so patient, I'm dying of laughter. Asking your highness to be patient, does he deserve it?"
"Your Highness was able to lead us to crush the Senate during the war. Now a group of disgraced academics want Your Highness to compromise? They're overthinking it."
"That's right. Others might worry about rumors. But Your Highness has never cared about such things since he was a child."
"Your Highness, aren't you holding back for the sake of those young scientists?"
"As a young scientist, I can say this is absolutely impossible. There must be a purpose for forbearance, right? You can't just for the sake of forbearance, right? What benefit will they bring us by forbearing? Does it matter if we have a bad reputation with them? The head of the School of Spiritual Beasts is the princess now."
"What are you talking about, Princess? Please address him as Mr. Ming, and address Your Highness as Mr. Ming's lover."
"Although Ming Xiaoyou is probably happy to be called the Princess, but... I just won't call her that, Lululu."
"Stop going off topic and get back on track. Not only are new findings from other academic fields now related to spiritual beast studies, but the intersection of spiritual beast studies and other sciences is particularly popular right now, and all walks of life are eyeing Mr. Ming's research results. If we follow Mr. Ming, we'll have endless research projects, and the reputation of the old academic clique really doesn't matter. Your Highness, what you're doing is illogical."
"If it were anyone else, I'd think he just wanted to unite all possible forces, to give the old academic cliques a piece of his mind, so they'd put aside their pride and join us to build the Star Alliance together. But His Highness... he was shaking his head like crazy, almost making his ears fall off."
"Your Highness used to be very straightforward in his dealings with others. I don't believe you will bow your head now."
"Am I the only one who isn't worried at all? Since Your Highness has never suffered any harm, why do you think that presiding over this funeral is a disadvantage? Can't you trust Your Highness a little more?"
"That makes sense. Since they don't have the ability to force His Highness to bow his head, it means that His Highness didn't bow his head at all. This funeral is going to be a good show."
"Insider information, forget it, it's not inside information anymore. As long as His Highness can't suffer any loss, that's all."
…
The family members of the old scholar-officials also had access to the internal forum. Looking at the analysis on the forum, they were also worried.
Although they believed that death was the greatest thing and that His Royal Highness would not do anything too extreme, everyone knew that Prince Arthur was someone who could do things no one else could. No one could use common sense to predict Prince Arthur's future.
Did they...do something wrong?
They began to reflect, but it was too late.
Arthur quickly arranged the funeral, and the spirit beast dancers and spirit beast musicians had also been selected.
Herman led his brothers in the tribe to practice the coffin dance. His eldest brother, who had been promoted to general, actually raised his paws and joined the coffin dance.
"That man is also my teacher. I have taken his class." Mondy the big black bear rubbed the white crescent moon on his chest and said in a sad tone.
Herman: "..." I believed you!
The big brown bear also wanted to join, but this time only the black and white bears were needed to carry the coffin, not the brown bear.
He was sad. He felt left out.
Two of the three brothers participated in the coffin dance, but he didn't. It was so tragic.
Finally, with Mingyou's comfort, Big Brown Bear was admitted to the Spirit Beast Funeral Band and played the suona with Yan Yi. His mood finally improved a little.
At least, he participated in the funeral and was not excluded.
The Ruth family's leaders were actually quite hesitant when they heard that they might offend the old academic tycoons. As an old and wealthy family, they had a close relationship with the old academic tycoons.
But their hesitation was in vain, as the young seals from the Ruth family nearly overwhelmed the registration office. They even fought in groups to determine the strongest dancer for a spot at the funeral.
The heads of the Ruth family: "..." Forget it, they can no longer control the young people in the family, let them do whatever they want.
As for the Muscle Deer Family…
"What? We're going to do a muscle dance at a funeral? How could such a good thing happen?!" Regardless of any grudges, the family elders signed up to participate. "We want to promote the Lu family's muscle dance to the entire Star Alliance! We are the real dancers!"
Ellie and Kerry were silent for a long time.
Could you please stop thinking about muscles and think about other things?
The meritorious scientists gathered by Red Panda Huo Hao and Great Purple Horse Leon were even more radical. Not only the spirit beasts, but even the non-spiritual beasts said they wanted to dance, sending the old man to heaven as soon as possible amidst laughter and joy, preferably spitting while dancing.
After listening to his partners' complaints, Mingyou was silent for a long time and laughed dryly, "Things are going well. That's a good thing."
His spirit beast partners all lay on the ground, unable to get up.
Tired, mentally exhausted. Could you please stop being so unreliable? Are we the only reliable spirit beasts in the entire Star Alliance?
Mingyou squatted down and rubbed everyone's belly.
Ah, the furry belly feels so comfortable to touch.
"Arthur, Arthur, you're about to turn into a big black, I want to rub your belly." Mingyou said righteously.
Arthur sighed and turned into a big black cat. Then he knocked Mingyou to the ground with one claw and rolled him several times.
You big-headed ghost! And you're so confident? Get out of here!
…
The funeral began with laughter and joy.
The audience of the entire Star Alliance waited in the live broadcast room early, watching with heavy hearts as His Royal Highness Prince Arthur and the ten heroes endured humiliation.
Then, the suona sounded, and the black bear wearing a white vest and a white hat, and the white bear wearing a black vest and a black hat, came down from the aircraft carrying a coffin.
The audience typed question marks on the screen.
What is...going on?
The funeral band came on stage, and the spirit beasts stood up, making circles with their heads and buttocks, twisting their bodies like fat dough twists. The high-pitched sounds of suona, accompanied by the rhythmic electronic drum beats, kicked off the funeral.
The big foxes Xianluo and Xianwei jumped in front of the coffin and stood up straight, waving their paws left and right, dancing the ancestral festival dance Yangko.
The big seals behind the coffin slapped the ground with their front flippers, rolled on the ground, slapped the ground again, rolled on the ground again, and spit out bubbles with their special powers.
Behind them, a group of muscular deer kept doing various bodybuilding poses to show off their muscles. Their muscles were all oiled, reflecting the dazzling sunlight, almost blinding the audience's titanium dog eyes.
The protagonists of this funeral, the bears carrying the coffin, were jumping around happily. They jumped up, jumped while sitting on the ground, and even "lifted" the coffin on their bellies, jumping like a live fish thrown onto the shore.
The coffin they were carrying bounced up and down, and it looked like the lid was about to pop off.
The audience never stopped typing question marks on the screen.
What's going on? What's going on? Why are you so happy?
"According to a popular science blogger, the funeral custom in someone's hometown is grand funerals with joy. This seems to be a grand funeral with joy, and there's nothing wrong with it. (Is there really no problem?!?!)"
"Is this the suona that Mr. Ming played? Whenever the suona sounds, it's either used during the coffin raising ceremony or during the funeral procession. There's nothing wrong with using the suona at a funeral, absolutely nothing wrong with it. (But I think there's something wrong with it!!!!)"
"A happy funeral is fine, the suona is fine, and the funeral procession singing and dancing seems... not a big deal? It's festive, no problem, no problem at all. (I thought His Highness was being bullied, but I was wrong. How could His Highness be bullied!!!)"
"Holy crap! The guests were greeted by a bunch of alpacas. His Highness actually mobilized so many alpacas from the entire Star Alliance army! This emoji brigade is truly shocked."
"What's a grass mud horse? Our European Emperor Tibetan Fox is still serving as the master of ceremonies, weakly delivering the eulogy with his wide-open dead fish eyes."
"Even the distinguished scientists presented a carefully choreographed dance. What is this? A disco on a grave?"
"That's right, we'll be dancing on your grave, singing and dancing as you ascend to heaven. So happy, so happy (waves)."
Arthur glanced at the deceased's relatives, friends, disciples and grandchildren, whose faces were either ashen or pale, and laughed disdainfully.
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