High School of Wicked Magic

Zhuang Mingge and Xi'an chatted until very late before leaving, and returned to their dormitory alone.

The dormitories of the Magic Academy are almost all single rooms, one person occupies a room, toilets, bedrooms, halls, and bathrooms are all available, which is much more luxurious than non-star hotels.

From the outside, although the building is tens of meters high, there are at least tens of thousands of students staying here. The rooms should not be enough, but when you walk inside, you will find that both the rooms and the corridors are bigger than you imagined. big.

Zhuang Mingge already knew this, it should be space magic.

And recently, I have come into contact with a lot of magic props, among which there are space magic props, which are obviously palm-sized villa toys, but the internal space is comparable to a football field.

The magic of magic is gradually unfolding.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhuang Mingge took a cold shower, wiped his body clean, lay on the bed and began to expel messy thoughts, and began to try the secret method of cross stars.

Take a breath, take a breath...

Although it was difficult at first, as time went by, Zhuang Mingge suddenly found that his breath seemed to correspond to the stars in the sky, bright and dark, twinkling and twinkling.

The magic power in the body also began to flow, breathing with his own breath.

Yes, the magic is breathing too.

The perception is spreading, and some miscellaneous starlight is sprinkled on his body through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the starlight keeps penetrating into his body and entering the magic seeds.

A night of training soon passed, and Zhuang Mingge woke up early the next morning.

After washing, he found strangely that there seemed to be some miscellaneous light spots on the magic seeds inside his chest, which were so dim that they could hardly be seen. If he hadn't been careful, he would probably have ignored them.

The important thing is that with these light spots, the mobilization of magic power seems to be more arbitrary.

Zhuang Mingge used several spells in a row, and successfully resonated with the magic power in his body, without the initial jerky.

bang bang bang bang...

Before he could revoke the magic, a knock on the door as violent as a storm reached his ears.

As soon as Zhuang Mingge opened the door, the dormitory administrator, Uncle Mai Ya, walked in.

"Good morning, Yi."

"Good morning, Uncle Maia."

Mai Ya pouted and said, "Uncle, I'm fine, but you're not, Yi, you used magic in the room just now, and the dormitory rules should clearly state that magic is not allowed in the dormitory area. Not allowed."

"..."

"Okay, since you are short of credits, uncle, I will only deduct one credit from you. If you commit the crime again next time, uncle will deduct five credits from you."

Uncle Mai Ya put on a gesture that I take good care of you, so don't embarrass me, and handed over his student ID card, and stretched out his hand.

It was only then that Zhuang Mingge recalled that the use of magic was indeed not allowed in the dormitory, and five credits would be deducted for violators.

Uncle Mai Ya deducted a credit from himself, which is already extrajudicial.

Although many people in the wizarding world discriminate against mixed-race people, there are still many people who don't care about their identity and give them encouragement and support.

Uncle Mai Ya and Teacher Selina are all like this.

Zhuang Mingge felt very lucky because he met such a person.

After handing over his student ID card and deducting one credit, Uncle Mai Ya patted him on the shoulder and said, "Cheer up, it's not easy to get credits, Yi, help me with the labor, I'll give you ten credits a day, how about it?" ?”

"is it okay?"

"Why not, I'm the administrator of the dormitory. Here, even the head of the college has less power than me. Don't worry, don't worry, let's eat now. I specially prepared a luxurious breakfast for you."

Hmm... Zhuang Mingge's mouth feels greasy when mentioning the luxurious breakfast.

The huge sandwich last time was really terrible. Zhuang Mingge's mouth was full of greasy food just because of the various meats. Up to now, he still feels that the light food is actually very good.

"Forgive me, Uncle Maia, I'm not very good at sandwiches."

"Sandwich, what is that, how can that kind of rubbish compare to my luxurious breakfast, come on, Yi, let me show you, my most outstanding breakfast."

So, see you in the kitchen.

When Uncle Mai Ya put the three-meter-high pizza with steak, shrimp, sauce, pepper, and various seasonings on it in front of Zhuang Mingge, he felt like he was in Sparta.

"The world's number one super luxurious pizza, you're welcome, Yi, eat it while it's hot." Speaking of giving a thumbs up.

Your teeth are shining, uncle.

……

When he came out of the kitchen, Zhuang Mingge felt his stomach churning, like the sea in a storm, and his face was extremely ugly.

Although everyone in the kitchen united to kill the so-called first pizza, Zhuang Mingge still felt that he ate too much.

Maybe I can skip eating all day today.

"Good morning, Mingge!"

At the bus stop outside the dormitory, Zhuang Mingge unexpectedly ran into Xi'an who had a good chat last night. Because the conversation hit it off, Zhuang Mingge didn't have too much resistance to him calling himself Mingge.

"Good morning, Sion!"

"What's the matter, your complexion is ugly, do you need to see a doctor?" Xi'an asked worriedly.

"No, there's no need." Zhuang Mingge, who was clutching his stomach, naturally knew that he was not sick, "It will be fine if you take a rest, I just ate too much."

Eating too much?

Xion didn't seem to have thought about this at all, and was a little stunned.

Dudu... At this moment, the long-awaited No. 4 bus finally arrived.

After getting in the car, Zhuang Mingge sat in his seat as usual. In fact, since the first day he sat in this seat, it seemed that this place was cursed. No matter how many people were in the car, no one dared to sit here.

This is like Zhuang Mingge's special seat.

This may be the only perk of being a biracial.

Next to Zhuang Mingge was the blond girl with her head down reading a book. Although the two of them were sitting together, it was like two worlds, never talking to each other.

Along the way, Zhuang Mingge had a happy conversation with Xi'an who was sitting in front of him, talking about his happiness, not laughing.

The blond beauty beside him finally raised her head to glance at them, but quickly lowered her head without saying anything.

When the bus passed the roundabout, there was a sudden burst of lively noise outside.

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but turned his head to look over. A group of first-year freshmen in white robes walked over mightily, holding up the slogan "Protest, return mixed-race children justice, everyone is equal".

"What's that?" Someone in the car exclaimed.

"It's really annoying, are these people making trouble again, won't you be tired every year?"

The people on the bus began to talk a lot. From time to time, some people pointed at Zhuang Mingge and Xi'an with their fingers, and words such as lowly and despicable could be vaguely heard.

"What's that?" Zhuang Mingge was also a little curious about this group of people. Seeing Xi'an's calm face, he felt that he knew something, so he couldn't help asking.

"Half-Blood League!"

Sure enough, Xi'an knew a lot, and said: "A group of naive half-breeds formed the League, but it's a pity that it's not recognized by the student union, and it's considered an illegal organization."

After a pause, he looked at Zhuang Mingge and said, "It's better for Mingge not to get involved with this group of people."

"Why, they seem to be working on mixed races?"

"It's useless, it's all useless, the thinking of this group of guys is too naive." Xion shook his head and said: "I was also a member of this group of people at the beginning, and we mixed races were unfairly treated in the magic world." Discrimination is also oppression, and it is the same here, everyone wants to change and resist, and finally there is the Tongmenghui."

"Isn't this great?" Zhuang Mingge didn't understand why Xi'an wanted to quit.

Xion shook his head and said: "The alliance seems to be very organized, but its people are scattered, there is no order, no strength, and no long-term planning. Everyone is relying on temporary enthusiasm, and more importantly, their ideas are too naive. Such an organization is simply vulnerable, and even without the student union's intervention, such an organization will collapse."

In a word, the so-called Mixed Blood Alliance will not be a big deal.

Zhuang Mingge remained silent for a long time.

Xi'an seemed to be thinking about other things, his eyes drifted away.

There was silence all the way, and the palace-like teaching building soon arrived. The two got out of the car one after the other. When they were about to separate at the entrance, Xi'an suddenly called Zhuang Mingge to a stop.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhuang Mingge asked.

"I have a question for you, Ming Ge, what do you think about the status of mixed-race children?"

What do you think?

Zhuang Mingge was silent, recalling how he was locked up for several days for no reason, without even a sip of water, the domineering and all kinds of discrimination from the student union.

"I'm not convinced!" He answered Xion's question in a low voice, as if trying to convince himself, "I'm absolutely not convinced!"

Xi'an laughed instantly. He was obviously a boy, but he smiled with an overwhelming beauty, "Hey, Ming Ge, I'm actually not convinced, so...do you want to resist? Let's start, let's do it Form a behemoth against the student union, and we will fight against all injustice and oppression."

Sion stretched out his hand and smiled brightly.

Zhuang Mingge was silent for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand, and held Xi'an's hand tightly.

At this moment, an unknown change begins.

Like the darkest world, a small flame appeared, jumping non-stop.

Maybe the next moment, it will go out and cease to exist, maybe the next moment, it will illuminate the whole world.

The future world, who knows, fate?perhaps.

Zhuang Mingge told Xi'an, "We don't want to liberate all mixed-race children, because that's unrealistic. We are not fighting against rules, but oppression. We should live with more dignity and be unscrupulous when others slap us. A slap in the face... slap back!"