"Cyril, Cyril..."

In the pure white avenue, the empty corridor echoed with the voice of a light girl. What she called was a girl with long green hair. She wore a light blue coat and a black tight top, the same color as the coat.

The matching skirt fully shows off the girl's graceful figure.

Stopping and turning around, Cyril turned around and saw a girl in a red skirt running towards her.

"What's the matter, Alila Ransik?"

"You're really a foreigner, just call me Alila." The girl in the red skirt had a familiar expression and patted the girl with long green hair on the shoulder, "Where are you going now?"

"library."

"Hey, it's that place again."

Ariela showed an expression that really couldn't do anything to you, and muttered: "What's so good about that place? You have to go there every time. The battle for the chief position of the third grade is about to begin. Aren't you ready?"

"No, I don't care about that."

"As expected of a lightning witch, she is so skillful. Can you please come over here? You clowns, I will beat you until even your mother can't recognize you."

Cili suddenly showed a dumbfounded expression, "No, I don't mean that."

The two walked side by side and soon walked out of the third-grade teaching building and walked straight to the nearby bus stop.

"Cyril, speaking of which, have you seen your brother recently? What is his name, Yi Barrett, right?" Alila said as she walked.

Cyril paused for a moment, slowed down a beat, and then continued walking as if nothing had happened, "Arila, if you don't get rid of this habit of opening each other's wounds as if nothing happened, you will never have friends."

The girl's face was slightly embarrassed, and she said forcefully: "I... I don't need friends or anything like that. I just need Cyril. By the way, Cyril, you haven't answered my question yet."

"I refuse to answer!"

"Hey, how can this be done? They care about you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need!"

"Looking at it like this, you really haven't communicated well with that younger brother."

As if an invisible sword had pierced her chest, Cyril was shaken violently.

Alila seemed to be completely unaware and said: "Cyril is always a little shy in this regard. What are you afraid of? He is your younger brother. You will observe him every day where no one is paying attention, but you refuse to go to bed."

Talking to him in front of him, in the eyes of outsiders, he is no different from a stalker. It was also the time on the playground. You obviously mustered up the courage to wave, so why didn't you simply rush up to him instead of standing there stupidly?

Oh, ah ah, I can’t figure it out at all, Cyril, Cyril..."

Feeling that the girl beside her suddenly fell silent, Ariela turned around and looked around, and was surprised to find that Cyril was a few steps behind her, as if her body was full of swords and was about to burn out.

After finally recovering from her depression, Cyril looked at the naturally poisonous-tongued Alila with lingering fear, showing a wary expression.

"Ah, I naturally remembered that there are some things to do today, so goodbye, Alila, I'll treat you to dinner when I have time..." After saying a mantra, a pair of white wings spread out from behind, and in an instant, they went straight into the sky and disappeared.

Within Ariela's sight.

Even though the other party, Cyril, screamed, she didn't dare to look back.

"What, what, what, in the eyes of outsiders, a stalker, wouldn't I be a complete pervert?"

The green-haired woman who was thinking casually was moving quickly in the sky, not noticing that her arrogant appearance was clearly seen by many people.

"What a guy, how dare you speed through the college openly and without regard for our student union." A man who was patrolling the sky was suddenly overtaken by a green-haired woman who came out from behind. He was suddenly surprised.

While yelling at the person in front of me to stop, I accelerated and chased after him.

The ideal is very full, but the reality is very basic.

The man was racing all the way, but he could only see the gap between the two sides getting wider and wider, and reluctantly contacted his companion.

"Third team, third team, this is the second team, I am team member Wu Luo, I just found a woman blatantly driving at high speed in the academy, violating the academy's regulations, please cooperate with the interception. Repeat, this is the second team

The team..."

"This is the third team. I am team member Mka. I have seen the woman you mentioned. Stop, stop... No, the speed is too fast. I can't catch up. Contact others immediately."

"This is the fourth team. I am the captain Gilton. Do you see who that woman is?"

"This is the fourth team, captain, I am Zia. I saw the woman driving towards me quickly."

"Zia, stop her, stop her immediately."

"No, it's too fast, I can't stop it."

"asshole!!!"

Suddenly, a terrible roar broke into the conversation between the members, as if a huge mountain was directly pressing down, and all the sounds were suddenly cleared.

"I am Captain Sov. Tell me, who is the woman who violated the rules? I will personally confine her."

"This is the fifth team, I am Na Luo, I saw it, I saw it, that... is her!!"

Naro's voice suddenly peaked, rising dozens of degrees, and he was indescribably frightened.

"who is it?"

"Yes Yes……"

"Don't be afraid, tell me who it is, no one can be above the student union!"

After swallowing a gulp of saliva, Naro trembled and said, "Yes, it's thunder and lightning... the electric witch, Cyril Barrett."

For a moment, everyone was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Captain Sov's voice sounded again, "Well...it's getting late. Let's all take a shower."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and almost shouted long live.

No one wants to be the enemy of the Thunder Witch.

That is a legend. Although he is only the chief student of the third grade, his strength is beyond everyone's imagination. No one can forget what happened a few months ago.

…

On the blackboard, Connila, the summoning teacher, listed out strange formulas one after another.

Although magic cannot be explained by science, it still has its own unique equations. Especially for alchemical magic, the equations required are even more complicated.

Zhuang Mingge can naturally understand these formulas written by Kang Nila. They are all written in demon language, so how could he not understand them.

If we look at it according to Cornilla's formula, summoning magic has indeed seen some new improvements.

The summoned monster will change from one to two, which means that if Zhuang Mingge summons the Hundred-Armed Giant again now, he will summon two Hundred-Armed Giant at once.

Although the magic power consumption is a bit higher, it is completely cost-effective.

Many classmates noticed this and immediately gave out praises of varying lengths. Connilla seemed to enjoy these compliments. She flicked the chalk dust and said, "Actually, among many specialized schools, like mine,

This kind of magic is not the most outstanding, just like the [Beast Fang] School, they have a unique magic that can summon ten different monsters at one time. Compared with mine, it is nothing to mention, but...

"

He paused here and looked around the classroom, "But those magics are the secrets of the school. It is impossible for ordinary magicians to learn that kind of magic. In comparison, I am more practical."

This is quite true.

Zhuang Mingge learned from his young teacher You Xia that the school of magic and the academy of magic are completely different. The academy of magic has to teach everything, and the learning is very messy, including elements, alchemy, summoning, sealing, and mystery. In addition to these five must-learns

, and many elective courses.

Schools generally only learn one kind of magic, and the others are only slightly involved.

They have brought this kind of magic to the extreme and evolved various techniques, which are exquisite and dexterous. The school is far beyond the academy.

It's just that the school is very strict in accepting magicians, even to the point of harshness.

Among ten thousand magicians, there may not be one person you can like.

Those who can enter the school are some lucky ones, the proud ones of heaven. It is completely different from the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy. There is no distinction between education and distinction. As long as they are magicians and have the qualifications to learn magic, they can enter it.

Of course, being erudite also has its benefits. The number of strong people who have come out of the magic academy in the past generations is no less than the strong ones from the school.

Sometimes some magicians will compile a set of knowledge based on what they have learned. These are valuable treasures that can be spread enough for ordinary magicians to treat them as treasures.

Legend has it that the highest floor of the library contains the manuscripts of more than 1,600 silver-level magicians.

It is no exaggeration to say that whoever gets one of these manuscripts will be able to become a master of Zongheng Academy.

Even if he leaves the academy, he is still respected by countless people.

And there are only a few thousand people in the entire academy who can see these manuscripts.

Among them are the chief students of each grade.

In order to get a place to read the manuscript, the battle for the chief position every year is definitely the most brutal duel. Although no one will die, there is also a feeling that there are no taboos beyond life and death.

As long as you don't kill anyone, you can use what you have learned during the battle for the top position.

No matter how despicable the method is, it can be used.

Luck, strength, wisdom, and means are all indispensable.

It's not that the academy is stingy and doesn't allow ordinary magicians to read these manuscripts, but that it is not only useless but also harmful for ordinary magicians to view these manuscripts.

The silver magician's manuscript is like a doctor's thesis. Ordinary magicians can only understand it if they are primary school students.
Chapter completed!