Zhuang Mingge and Xiang chatted until very late before they separated and returned to their dormitory alone.

The dormitories of the Magic Academy are almost all single rooms. One person occupies a room. It has toilets, bedrooms, halls, and bathrooms. It is much more luxurious than a non-star hotel.

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 go inside, you will find that both the rooms and the corridors are larger than you imagined.

big.

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

And I have come across a lot of magic props recently, including 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.

When Zhuang Mingge returned to his dormitory, he took a cold shower, wiped his body clean, lay on the bed, began to expel messy thoughts, and began to try the secret method of the Cross Star.

Breathe in and out, inhale and exhale...

Although it was a little difficult at first, as time went by, Zhuang Mingge suddenly found that his breathing seemed to correspond to the stars in the sky, flickering brightly and darkly.

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

Yes, magic is breathing too.

Perception is spreading rapidly, and some stray starlight falls on his body through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Starlight continues to penetrate his body and enter the magic seeds.

The night of practice passed quickly, and Zhuang Mingge woke up early the next morning.

After washing up, I found strangely that the magic seeds inside my heart seemed to have some stray light spots, which were so dim that they were almost invisible. If I hadn't been careful, I would have ignored them.

The important thing is that with these light spots, the magic power seems to be mobilized more freely.

Zhuang Mingge used several magic spells in succession, and successfully resonated with the magic power in his body, without the initial awkwardness.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

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

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

"Good morning, Yi."

"Good morning, Uncle Maier."

Maia curled her lips and said: "Uncle, I'm fine, but you're not fine. Yi, you just used magic in the room. It should be clearly stated in the dormitory rules that magic is not allowed in the dormitory area.

It’s not even allowed in the room.”

"..."

"Okay, because you are short on credits, I will only deduct one credit from you. If you do it again next time, I will deduct five credits from you."

Uncle Maiya acted like I take good care of you, so don't make things difficult for me. He readily handed over his student ID card and stretched out his hand.

Only then did Zhuang Mingge recall that the use of magic was indeed not allowed in the dormitory, and violators would be deducted five credits.

Uncle Maiya deducted one of his credits, which was an act of mercy outside the law.

Although many people in the magical 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 Maiya and Teacher Salina are both such people.

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

After handing over his student ID card and deducting one credit, Uncle Maiya patted him on the shoulder and said: "Cheer up, it's not easy to get credits. Yi, please work for me. I'll give you ten credits a day.

How about it?"

"May I?"

"Why not? I am the administrator of the dormitory. Even the dean has less power than me here. Don't worry, don't worry. Let's eat now. I have specially prepared a luxurious breakfast for you."

Hmm... Zhuang Mingge's mouth felt greasy when he mentioned the luxurious breakfast.

The huge sandwich last time was really terrible. Just the variety of meats made Zhuang Mingge's mouth watery. Even now, he still feels that light food is actually very good.

"Spare me, Uncle Maier, I'm not very good at sandwiches or anything like that."

"Sandwich, what is that? How can that kind of garbage compare to my luxurious breakfast? Come on, Yi, let me show you my most outstanding breakfast."

So, see you in the kitchen.

When Uncle Maiya placed the three-meter-long super-large pizza with steak, shrimp, sauce, peppers, and various seasonings in front of Zhuang Mingge, he felt Spartan.

"The world's most luxurious pizza, you're welcome, Yi, eat it while it's hot." He said giving a thumbs up.

Your teeth are shining, uncle.

…

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

Although everyone in the kitchen worked together to finish off the so-called No. 1 pizza, Zhuang Mingge still felt that he had eaten too much.

Maybe I don’t need to eat all day today.

"Good morning, Mingge!"

At the bus stop outside the dormitory, Zhuang Mingge unexpectedly met Xiang, who had a very pleasant conversation last night. Because they got along well with each other, Zhuang Mingge didn't object too much to him calling him Mingge.

"Good morning, Sion!"

"What's wrong? You look ugly. Do you want to see a doctor?" Xion asked worriedly.

"No, no need." Zhuang Mingge, who was holding his stomach, naturally knew that he was not sick, "Just take a rest and it will be fine. I just ate too much."

Eating too much?

Xion seemed to have never thought of this at all, and was stunned for a moment.

Beep... Just at this moment, the No. 4 bus that I had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived.

After getting on the bus, Zhuang Mingge sat in his seat as usual. In fact, from the first day he sat in this seat, it seemed like it 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 benefit of being a mixed race person.

Next to Zhuang Mingge was the blond girl who lowered her head and read a book. Although the two sat together, they were like two worlds and never talked to each other.

Along the way, Zhuang Mingge was chatting happily with Xiang who was sitting in front of him. He said that what made him happy was not just laughing.

The blonde beauty next to him finally raised her head and glanced at them, but quickly lowered her head and said nothing.

When the bus passed the roundabout, there was suddenly a bustling noise outside.

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but turn his head and look over. A group of new first-year students in white robes walked past, holding high the slogan "Protest, give justice to mixed-race children, and make everyone equal."

"What is that?" someone in the car exclaimed.

"It's really annoying. Are these people making trouble again? Don't they get tired every year?"

People on the bus began to talk a lot. From time to time, some people pointed at Zhuang Mingge and Xiang with their fingers, and vaguely heard words such as mean and despicable.

"What is that?" Zhuang Mingge was also curious about this group of people. Seeing Xiang's calm face, he felt that he knew something, so he couldn't help but ask.

"The Half-Blood Alliance!"

As expected, Xion knew a lot and said: "The Alliance is formed by a group of naive mixed-race children. Unfortunately, it is not recognized by the student union. It is considered an illegal organization."

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

"Why, they seem to be working on the hybrids?"

"It's useless. These are all useless. The ideas of these guys are too naive." Xion shook his head and said: "I was also one of these people at the beginning. We mixed-race people have been unfairly treated in the magic world.

Discrimination also means oppression, and it’s the same here. Everyone wanted to change and resist, and eventually the Tongmenghui was formed.”

"Isn't this great?" Zhuang Mingge didn't understand why Xiang 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 relies on temporary enthusiasm. More importantly, their ideas are too naive.

Such an organization is so vulnerable that it will collapse without even the student union taking action."

All in all, the so-called mixed-race alliance cannot be a big deal.

Zhuang Mingge remained silent for a long time.

Xion seemed to be thinking about other things, his eyes wandering.

There was silence all the way, and they soon arrived at the palace-like teaching building. The two people got out of the car one after another. When they were about to separate at the entrance, Xiang suddenly stopped Zhuang Mingge.

"Is something wrong?" Zhuang Mingge asked.

"I have a question for you, Mingge, what do you think of the status of mixed-race people?"

What do you think?

Zhuang Mingge was silent, recalling that he had been detained for several days without any reason, without even a sip of water, and the student union's tyranny and all kinds of discrimination.

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

Xiang laughed instantly. He was obviously a boy, but his smile was as beautiful as a country's. "Hey, Ming Ge, actually I don't accept it either, so... do you want to resist? Let us start, let us do it."

Form a behemoth to fight against the student union, and let us fight against all injustice and oppression."

Xion stretched out his hand and smiled brightly.

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

At this moment, unknown changes began.

Like the darkest world, a small flame appeared and kept jumping.

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

Who knows the fate of the future world? Maybe.

Zhuang Mingge told Xiang, "We don't want to liberate all mixed-race people, because that is unrealistic. What we resist is not the rules, but oppression. We should live with more dignity and be able to act unscrupulously when others slap us.

A slap...slap back!"
Chapter completed!