High School of Wicked Magic

"Barrett, Ye Mei!"

Warfit was about to go mad with anger, the stage script was destroyed in a mess, it was all the fault of these two guys, if it wasn't for them, everything would have been within his own calculations and expectations.

Mixed-race children will be discriminated against even more because of their own scripts, and countless mixed-race children will drop out of school because of this.

Even if all the mixed-race children in the academy cannot be wiped out, at least the vast majority of the mixed-race children in the first grade will drop out of school because of this.

Warfit had such affirmation, but everything was destroyed, whether it was the basis of his careful planning or the seamless performance that day.

Without them... without them...

The scene in the auditorium was divided into two camps.

One camp agreed with Zhuang Mingge and Xi'an, while the other camp insisted on expulsing all the mixed-race children immediately and returning the academy and themselves a safe environment.

But to Zhuang Mingge's delight, the people who support him seem to occupy the vast majority.

Xi'an took advantage of the victory and pursued, hoping that the teachers present could notify the head of the academy and let the respected golden mage intervene in this matter to conduct a detailed investigation.

Regrettably……

"The dean is not in the academy, Warfit, Yemei, and Barrett." The dean of teaching, Sultan Ulis, did not expect things to develop to this point, but he still calmly told the three people, "The academy Long, who left the academy a week ago, will probably be back around Christmas."

When it comes to Christmas, most people at the Saint Laurent Independent Academy of Magic will think of the oldest, grandest, and most exciting program of the academy... the battle for the chief.

This event was held by five grades at the same time. Although each grade will compete separately, the grand preparations and the splendor of the scene are definitely the premier super-large-scale competition at the Saint Laurent Independent Academy of Magic.

The dean's unexpected departure made Sion frowned, but he quickly realized, "If that's the case, let the vice-principal, Mr. Kainsheer, intervene in this matter and conduct an investigation. .”

As the vice president, he has such qualifications and strength.

"I already know things."

As soon as Sion finished speaking, Vice-Principal Keinsheer immediately appeared on the high platform in the circular square, in his own seat.

His appearance immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

The deputy dean sat on the high platform, looking down at Warfit, Zhuang Mingge, and Sion, "Just now, I reported to the dean about the occurrence of ghosts in the college. It responded."

Zhuang Mingge and the other three stood there with serious expressions and listened to the headmaster's response.

"The debate on this matter ends here. Rafis will be imprisoned by the student union, and the mixed-race children of the League will not have to drop out of school. When he returns at Christmas, he will thoroughly investigate the truth of the matter. The above is all."

"How come..." Warfit, the president of the student council, opened his eyes in disbelief, and hurried forward a few steps, "Deputy Dean Kainshiel, members of the League study necromancy, I don't know when they will return Victims will come and we should fire them and make it…”

"Warfit Vincent!"

Keinshell called his name, and glanced over with cold eyes. It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured on Warfit's head. The flames and anger in his chest disappeared instantly, and his body trembled because of fear.

"Are you dissatisfied with the dean's decision?" Keinshell asked.

"No, no..."

"That's good, step back, this is the end of the matter, and you all go back." The last sentence was said to the teachers present.

After speaking, the whole person disappeared into the air here.

"Barrett, Ye Mei!" The script he had carefully written was completely destroyed. Warfit hated the two of them to the bone. bit."

"Youandiwillfight!" Zhuang Mingge said these words calmly.

If translated, this sentence means you will fight me.

Of course, if it is simplified and transformed into Chinese, it will become a very classic six characters.

If you want to fight, I will fight! ! !

"Let's go, Sith!" Finally, he gave Zhuang Mingge and Xi'an a cold look. The student president, who was completely disappointed in today's meeting, turned and left the circular square.

Countless people gathered from all directions to follow him, forming a mighty dangdang army, which disappeared at the entrance of the auditorium.

Looking at the place where Warfit disappeared, Zhuang Mingge breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your behavior today is too reckless." A voice sounded from behind him.

"Teacher Kelia!" Zhuang Mingge turned around, and found that Kelia, who was sitting on the high platform without saying a word, appeared behind him at some point. "Is there any way to do this? The president of the student council is murderous as soon as he comes up. If we don't stop him, we will probably be forcibly expelled from school."

Kelia shook her head and replied: "It is impossible for the academy to expel all the mixed-race children because of such a thing. Don't forget, the real purpose of the academy's original establishment of this academy is that if all the mixed-race children are expelled, the academy will lose its existence." meaning."

"But someone will be expelled for that."

Zhuang Mingge didn't believe that the matter would have a happy ending. If he didn't stop it, the matter would definitely be a tragedy rather than a comedy.

"Maybe..." Kelia also said uncertainly.

Zhuang Mingge sighed, and looked up at the auditorium. After the meeting, countless people left the venue. The originally crowded auditorium became much empty in an instant. As far as his eyes could see, there was still a black crowd crowded towards the exit. .

This auditorium has a total of sixteen entrances, and each entrance is as huge as the main entrance of a palace. Even so, the exit of each door will temporarily form a traffic jam due to the huge flow of people.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Because of yesterday's incident, Zhuang Mingge and Xi'an were completely famous.

When he appeared in the hall in the morning, the originally noisy hall was silent for a moment, and a needle could be heard dropping, and a pair of strange eyes fell on Zhuang Mingge, feeling a great deal of pressure.

It seems to be as heavy as a mountain, and it is almost impossible to kick it.

Zhuang Mingge bit the bullet and walked through the middle of the road, but the people did not let him go, their eyes followed his steps.

Facing those eyes that didn't know what they meant, Zhuang Mingge groaned from the bottom of his heart, feeling the pressure of becoming famous almost immediately.

"Yo Yi, good morning!"

Just as Zhuang Mingge lowered his head and moved forward, he was suddenly slapped hard on the back, and then a familiar voice came from next to his ear, "I heard what happened yesterday, Yi, it's really amazing, to actually fight against the student council president , and won the victory, I underestimated you."

Enduring the burning pain in his back, Zhuang Mingge turned his head and laughed stiffly, "Yeah, Uncle Mai Ya, good morning."

Bite a strange London accent, wearing a Hawaiian floral shirt and big pants, the one who appeared in front of Zhuang Mingge was Uncle Mai Ya.

The uncle was smiling brightly now, and while smiling, he patted Zhuang Mingge's shoulder, "Okay, it's decided, to reward you, Yi, I'll give you a luxurious breakfast this morning, you are not allowed to refuse!"

While speaking, regardless of Zhuang Mingge's resistance, she dragged him into the kitchen.

"No, I have to refuse, please spare me, Uncle Maia, Lord Maiya..."

……

"Yes, I am going to die!"

When I left the kitchen, it was already 07:30 in the morning.

Zhuang Mingge sat on the last chair of the bus, leaning against the window and muttering, while stroking his belly. The bulging belly seemed to be pregnant for several months, and it was uncomfortable.

Zhuang Mingge swore that no matter in this life or in the next life, he would never touch meat again.

Today's luxurious breakfast made Zhuang Mingge feel what is called burger hell, mutton burger, pork burger, chicken burger, beef burger, dog burger, duck burger, fire tui burger, barbecue burger, chicken tui burger...

In short, there were no less than 20 kinds of different meats and hamburgers prepared in different ways, and Uncle Mai Ya forced Zhuang Mingge to eat them with an undeniable smile.

After eating half of it, maybe one-fifth of it, Zhuang Mingge was full, and poured all the rest into it forcefully.

After eating so many hamburgers, Zhuang Mingge suddenly had the idea that his life was worthwhile.

It was the same in the classroom. As soon as I walked in, the originally noisy classroom became quiet in an instant.

Although this happened in the past, today's situation seems to be decisively different.

The eyes of these people have undergone earth-shaking changes, no longer aloof, loathing, or contempt, but instead become awe, fear, and sympathy.

Although it doesn't matter which one, Zhuang Mingge doesn't like it very much.

Walking through the quiet classroom, Zhuang Mingge sat in his seat, looking out the window in a daze, while sighing. He knew that since yesterday, his usual college life would no longer exist.

There will be earth-shaking changes, he has such a premonition.

"Yi Barrett."

"I've said it many times, just call me Zhuang Mingge, You Xia."

If there is one person in the whole class who can communicate normally with Zhuang Mingge, it is undoubtedly this girl who is as delicate as a doll in front of her.

Ushua Hams.The best of the first grade, the champion candidate for the Christmas chief competition.

"Zhuang Mingge, I heard about what happened yesterday."

"Many people have heard about it, and many people have seen it, so what?" Zhuang Mingge pretended not to care.

"Are you sure you want to start a war with the student council president?"

"It's not that I want to go to war with him, but that he will never let me go, and of course, he won't let Sion go." When the student council president was mentioned, Zhuang Mingge's originally unhappy mood became even worse.

"Then, please be careful."

"Well, thank you for your concern, Yuxia!"

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