High School of Wicked Magic

Still breaking up with Ms. Kui at the same place, Zhuang Mingge raised his vigilance for the next part of the journey, and looked around the tree-lined path around him. No one rushed out of the surrounding woods to block him. "New text reading experience"

——It’s also true, after suffering the first loss, you shouldn’t be foolish enough to try a second time.

Zhuang Mingge breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he really thought too much.

When I returned to the dormitory, the dinner time was almost over, and there were very few students eating in the cafeteria. Except for a few who were talking, most of them had already left and returned to their rooms.

That's good, at least you don't need to queue.

Zhuang Mingge walked to the window and shouted, "Uncle Baolin, bring me a dinner!"

The chef, who was busy with his head down, heard a familiar voice and looked up, and saw Zhuang Mingge standing in front of the window, "It's Yi, what do you want to eat, uncle has everything here."

"Is there any fish-flavored shredded pork?"

"No." The chef's face froze slightly

"Where's Kung Pao Chicken?"

"No!" The chef's face turned dark.

"Then give me some twice-cooked pork."

"Are you here to find fault, Yi." The chef said bitterly: "Today's dinner is Western food, and there is no Chinese food you want. If you want to eat, uncle will make it for you tomorrow."

Zhuang Mingge chuckled, and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Uncle Pauling, that... just give me a random one, it doesn't matter, I'm already starving."

"Okay, Haman, Haman..." The chef called a few times, and Zhuang Minge saw a young man running out from the kitchen behind, "Are you looking for me, Uncle Pauling."

"Yi, this is Haman, who is of mixed race like you, and is helping in the kitchen now, Haman, this is the senior I told you who used to help in the kitchen, Yi."

"Hello, Harman, nice to meet you." Zhuang Mingge looked at the other person carefully. From the appearance, he should be of English and French mixed race. In the past, Zhuang Mingge would never recognize him. In his eyes, Westerners should be The same one.

But now, it can be clearly distinguished.

"Hello, Yi."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhuang Mingge always felt that the eyes of this man named Haman were a little erratic, as if he was avoiding him.

—Perhaps shyness.

"Haman." The chef spoke again, "Go, prepare a No. [-] set meal for Yi, remember, the most luxurious one."

"No, ordinary ones are fine!"

As soon as the luxurious dinner was mentioned, Zhuang Mingge reflexively thought of a dinner that was all meat and could not see other food.Although many days had passed, the dinner was all meat, and I still felt a little nauseous. It was all because Uncle Maiya cast too much shadow on me.

"So ordinary ones are fine, please, Mr. Harman."

"Well, since you have said so, Yi..." The chef seemed a little unwilling? "Okay, Haman, take the eighth set meal and give Yi Lai a copy."

Haman answered absently, turned around and walked into the kitchen again.

Barrett, it was Barrett.

Haman felt that his heart was about to jump out when he walked in. His senior was actually Barrett. No wonder Yi's name was so familiar. Isn't Barrett's full name called Yi Barrett?

Don't blame me, Barrett, it's your fault, it's you who want to offend the captain, it's all your fault.

Haman put his hands in his pockets, and clenched the black bottle containing longan water, his nervous hands were covered with fine sweat.

He took a few deep breaths, pretended to be normal, strode away, and soon saw a blond chef, "Sister Yalin, help me prepare a No. [-] set meal."

The blond chef turned his head in surprise, "Oh, it's Harman, why do you want the No. [-] set meal all of a sudden."

"Uncle Pauling asked me to take it, and give it to Yi Barrett."

"So that's it, it's Yi, wait a minute, I'll prepare it for you right away."

While talking, he quickly prepared the No. [-] set meal and handed it to Haman, "By the way, ask Yi for me."

"I will."

"and many more……"

He suddenly stopped, and Haman's palms were covered with sweat, and he was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out.

"Is there... is there something wrong?"

——Shouldn't be discovered, shouldn't be discovered.

Thinking of this, Haman became more and more nervous.

"Look at your sweaty face, I'll wipe it off for you!" He took out a towel and helped Haman wipe off all the sweat on his forehead, "Okay, go."

Haman let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly left the kitchen. In an unknown corner, he held the plate in one hand, while reaching into his pocket, took out the black bottle, opened it with one hand, and a few drops of transparent liquid dripped out.

It's all your fault, Barrett.

As for all this, Harman pressed the cork back, put the bottle in his pocket, took a few deep breaths and strode out.

"Your dinner, Barrett."

"Thank you." Just as Zhuang Mingge waited for a long time, his dinner finally arrived, and the delivery person happened to be Haman whom he met tonight.

He took the dinner and asked, "When did Haman come to help in the kitchen?"

"Two days after you left, I made a small mistake, my credits were deducted very dangerously, and I cried in a corner where no one knew about it." Recalling the scene at that time, Harman blushed a little, " Later, Uncle Mai Ya found out, and he asked me if I wanted to help, and I agreed."

"Uncle Mai Ya is a good person." Zhuang Mingge himself also received care from Uncle Mai Ya in many ways, so he couldn't help but said with a smile.

Haman also nodded in agreement, "Indeed, Uncle Maiya didn't look down on me because I'm a mixed race, and even helped me. He's not a good person."

So, at a place unknown to Maiya, two men issued good card cards in succession.

"By the way, Sister Yalin asked me to say hello to you." Seeing that Zhuang Mingge was only chatting with him and not eating, Haman couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and said this dryly.

"Sister Yalin." Zhuang Mingge was a little moved. Yalin was the only woman in the kitchen. She was a typical American, pure-blooded, but hospitable. Apart from being a bit fat, she seemed to have a son, a daughter, and a lover. My husband, career, and family are all happy.

The son has now graduated from Saint Laurent Private Academy and has become a glorious lone magician.

The daughter is still young, only about ten years old, and follows her husband.

"Well, say thank you to Sister Yalin for me." Zhuang Mingge nodded fiercely.

"Then, I won't bother you anymore. Please enjoy your own dinner, Mr. Barrett." Haman stood up and said goodbye, turned and walked away. When he entered the kitchen, he turned his head and saw Zhuang Mingge eating. He couldn't help showing a smile that he didn't know was a mockery, but something else.

——Sorry, Mr. Barrett!

……

After dinner, Zhuang Mingge, who was full, patted his belly, went upstairs and returned to his room.

After simply washing his face, he started his homework tomorrow night,

The practice of cross stars.

As usual, he stood by the window and quickly entered a state of meditation. His breathing tightened and relaxed, and a silver light spot lit up between his brows, abdomen, left shoulder and right shoulder one after another.

This is the performance of Cross Star after getting started.

With his breathing, the magic power rolled and moved, and it seemed to echo with the stars outside the sky.

The four light spots on the body also flickered.

Everything was silent, and his mind wandered outside. Zhuang Mingge felt that his soul seemed to be a little lighter, as if he could leave his body at any time, and all the messy business around his ears disappeared, only his own heartbeat sounded like a drum, thumping non-stop.

Suddenly, Zhuang Mingge felt as if his magic power was stuck by something, and suddenly stopped.

Afterwards, traces of transparent gas spread all over his body, colliding violently with the magic power.

With every collision, a trace of magic is wiped out.

As if it had never existed before, it completely disappeared from my body.

What, what, what happened?

Zhuang Mingge reluctantly quit the meditation, and was surprised to find that his magic power was about [-]% less than usual, and this strange situation was still happening constantly.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhuang Mingge took a deep breath, and drove all the magic power to rewind and return to the magic power seed in an instant.

Although the transparent gas cannot be seen, Zhuang Mingge can feel their existence. The magic power in his body rewinds to the inside of the magic power seeds, and the gas rushes towards the magic power seeds as if going crazy.

How did this happen, what's going on?

Zhuang Mingge was a little flustered, bit his lip cruelly, forced himself to calm down with severe pain, frowned slightly, and the magic power inside the magic power seed instantly turned into a huge wave, sweeping towards the transparent gas.

Boom!

When the two collided, there was a violent reaction.

As if the heavy snow had met the sun, the magic power in his body was instantly melted by the transparent gas, and he was almost defeated in just one breath.

how is this possible! ! !

The transparent gas is like an elite soldier, smashing through the barriers he set up all the way, and crashing into his magic seeds.

click...

Under Zhuang Mingge's desperate eyes, cracks visible to the naked eye appeared in his magic seeds.

Zhuang Mingge suspected that if his magic seeds had not turned into black iron, the blow just now would have been enough to smash his magic seeds into pieces.

One blow worked, and the transparent gas was ready to launch a second attack, destroying Zhuang Mingge's magic seeds in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Zhuang Mingge's magic seed suddenly undergoes a terrifying mutation, and a drop of bright red blood suddenly emerges from the inside of the magic seed.

Boom!

The magic seeds vibrated violently.

Then, streaks of blood-red magic power rolled out.