High School of Wicked Magic

Zhuang Mingge is a person who can take steps by relying on his inner feelings.It can be said that he is not a person who calmly calculates everything. On the contrary, he is dominated by momentary emotions, and he can even be said to be an impulsive person.

Under the domination of his emotions, he did not hesitate to say things like not graduating, which meant that he would stay here forever until Saint Laurent got better.

Ten years, 20 years, 30 years, or even a lifetime.

This is not something that ordinary people can do.

"I know that you don't believe what I say, but I can guarantee that I will use all my time and strength to change Saint Laurent until one day, it can become a school that all students can truly recognize, respect and be proud of. College."

"Maybe ten years later, 20 years later, I will regret what I did today. Is it worth paying for my whole life just for the so-called support? Who knows, maybe it's worth it, maybe it's not worth it, but no matter what, I won't Complain, even if you regret it, you won't give up halfway." Zhuang Mingge's words were not only beyond the expectations of the pure blood, but also beyond the expectations of Xi'an.

Xi'an didn't expect that Zhuang Mingge would say such words, it was a gamble with his whole life, "Too impulsive, damn it..."

He also regretted it a little now, he shouldn't let Zhuang Mingge play recklessly and make such a speech.

Saying these words in front of so many people, if you go back on your word in the future, you won't even have a place in the magic world.

Noah also asked in panic: "What to do, what to do, President, the idol actually..."

"There is no other way, we can only see how Hua plays." Xi'an understood that even if he went up to interrupt Zhuang Mingge's speech now, it would be useless.

"Building Saint Laurent and changing Saint Laurent is not my business alone. I want to ask you, pure-bloods, are you willing to contribute your own strength to heal Saint Laurent and transform Saint Laurent into something that suits you? Homeland, let you be proud, homeland that is worthy of pride!" "Answer me, pure-bloods, in your eyes, is Saint Laurent just a simple place like a college.

"Answer me, purebloods, in your eyes, is Yves Saint Laurent really not worthy of your nostalgia?"

"Answer me, purebloods, in your eyes, what does Saint Laurent look like in your eyes?" "Answer me, purebloods, what kind of Saint Laurent do you want?"

"Answer me, pure-bloods! Answer me, answer me!"

Zhuang Mingge's voice gradually became higher, and the few answers I said were full of anger, like sharp knives, piercing the hearts of everyone in the [Guang] field.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually departed from his body, and the night was about to fall. At this time, Zhuang Mingge was like the only one in the square, standing here with his head held high, accepting the scrutiny of countless people, standing fearlessly, Like the sculpture of Lin Lisha in the [Guangzhou] market.

Straight and holy.

Needle drop can be heard in the quiet [Guang] field, even the person who used the greatest malice to speculate on Zhuang Mingge's thoughts stopped his malicious thoughts and stared blankly at this man, who was obviously a thin figure, but at this moment, it was like a sculpture behind him Just as vast.

Under the eyes of countless people, Zhuang Mingge stretched out his hand.

"Want to come with me and transform the Saint Laurent we hope for, the Saint Laurent of our dreams!" After an unknown amount of time, a pureblood man stepped forward, "My father is an ordinary pureblood, but he is not He does not discriminate against people of mixed race, he has many friends of mixed race, and he has shown off to me countless times his best time at Saint Laurent, but I don’t know why, I didn’t enjoy such a time here.”

"If you can, change Saint Laurent, let me be like my own father, keep good memories in my heart, let me feel the life and time of my father, please allow me Alpha, Reinhardt to be yours strength."

A deep and firm voice echoed in the void, with indescribable emotion, the man named Alpha Reinhardt stretched out his hand, and slowly held Zhuang Mingge's hand.

"And me!" Another man stood up, and he said loudly: "As Alpha said just now, my father also had many mixed-race children, and I almost became a mixed-race child once, and I don't discriminate against any mixed-race children , They are the same as us, I never think they are humble, so, Lord Barrett, please allow me to fight side by side with you and contribute to our Saint Laurent." Speaking of this, he also shook hands Zhuang Mingge's hand, "I, Eggpil, would like to be your strength." "And me, too." "That's right, if it's for Saint Laurent, please let me be your strength."

"I am willing to give my strength to transform our Saint Laurent."

"For our Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent of dreams." "Yes, our Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent of dreams!"

"Our Saint Laurent, Saint Laurent of our dreams. . . .

It turned out that more and more people stood up.They are young, they have dreams... They obeyed the arrangement of their parents and entered Saint Laurent. For themselves and for their seniors, they are willing to contribute their strength.

They are passionate, they are high-spirited, and they have no regrets for their dreams.

This is not a revolution, but a dream.

A group of young people with aspirations and dreams gathered together, for their hope, for their future, they are willing to become Zhuang Mingge's strength, support him, support him, support him.

All this is just for our Saint Laurent, the dream Saint Laurent.

At night, in the isolation area, on the third floor of the old school building, Zhuang Mingge's dormitory.

Recalling the scene under the setting sun, more and more people stretched out their hands to hold his own. For the first time, Zhuang Mingge felt responsible and moved.He stared blankly at his hand, as if he couldn't believe that there were so many people willing to hold his hand to transform Saint Laurent with him.

"What to watch, I haven't seen enough." Xi'an disdain Zhuang Mingge angrily, and said with hatred: "I asked you to give a speech and win them over, but I didn't ask you to spend your whole life, you are too impulsive gone."

Noah also said on the side: "Yes, idol, you are indeed too impulsive today." After William realized what happened, he couldn't help but feel worthless for Zhuang Mingge, "I gave my whole life to get support, such a deal Too bad."

"Really, I don't think so." Zhuang Mingge was very optimistic.

From the perspective of a bystander, it seems that he has lost money by doing so, but only those in the game can truly feel that moment, that moment, when countless people are willing to become their own strength and give their own strength At that time, it was only full and moving.

Incomparable, simply incomparable.

Zhuang Mingge said: "Maybe it's not a lifetime. If we all work together, maybe when I'm about to graduate from the fifth grade, Yves Saint Laurent will have returned to the previous Yves Saint Laurent."

"Are you dreaming?" Sion sneered.

Noah also thought it was impossible, but he didn't want to say it to hurt Zhuang Mingge.

William even said directly: "Impossible, vice president, you think too well. It took the Vincent family more than ten years to turn Yves Saint Laurent into what it is now. Five years is too short. Already." "So I need more people to help me, just those people in the [Guang] field are not enough, I hope more people, even people from the whole academy to help me!"

Zhuang Mingge said seriously.

Sion narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Invite them, I plan to invite them." This idea didn't just come to mind now, but Zhuang Minge thought of it this afternoon when many people were willing to become his own strength.

"Invite them? Who are you inviting?" William asked confusedly.

"Of course everyone in the academy." Zhuang Mingge said as a matter of course.

William was startled, and called out in disbelief, "Hey, hey, hey, vice president, don't you want to ask every student in the college, this is 30 students."

Zhuang Mingge nodded.

"This is crazy." William didn't know what to say.

"It's really crazy." Sion sighed helplessly.

Noah waved his hand vigorously, "No problem idol, I am willing to go crazy with you!" So, from the next day, Zhuang Mingge started his own actions.

"Would you like to transform our Saint Laurent with me?" He repeated these words, asking every student, starting from the mixed-race children in the quarantine area, one by one.

"Of course I would."

"I will support you, Lord Barrett."

"That's right, we are your backing!" In the isolation area of ​​the first grade, the mixed-race students answered Zhuang Mingge's question affirmatively. In their eyes, Zhuang Mingge was their hope, and they were willing to contribute their strength to Zhuang Mingge.

On the first day, Zhuang Mingge's voice became hoarse, and he asked all the mixed-race children in the quarantine area.

On the second day, Zhuang Mingge started to head towards the first-grade teaching building outside the quarantine area. He stood in front of the teaching building and would ask any students he saw.

"Would you like to transform our Saint Laurent with me?" People gave different answers. Most people started to laugh at him, while others ignored him. Only a few people were willing to become his strength. Zhuang Mingge didn't give up, he still stood At the gate, the same question was asked.

Gradually, everyone in the first grade teaching building knew of his existence.

He is the student council president candidate, the second most popular candidate on the list.

He is a half-breed of the Crown family and a man of the academy. Everyone is guessing what he is going to do.Many people even ridiculed him.

But Zhuang Mingge didn't give up, stood at the same place, asking every agreed question. ! .