He still broke up with Miss Kui at the same place. During the next section of the journey, Zhuang Mingge was more vigilant and looked around at the tree-lined paths around him. No one rushed out of the surrounding woods to intercept him.

——That’s right. If you suffer a loss the first time, you won’t be stupid enough to try it a second time.

Zhuang Mingge breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he had really thought too much.

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

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

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

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

"Do you have the fish-flavored shredded pork?"

"No." The chef's face froze slightly.

“Where’s the Kung Pao Chicken?”

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

"Then bring me a piece of twice-cooked pork."

"Are you here to make trouble, Yi?" The chef said angrily: "Today's dinner is Western food. There is no Chinese food you want. If you want to eat, uncle will cook it for you tomorrow."

Zhuang Mingge chuckled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle Pauling, um... just give me a piece of whatever you want, no matter what, I'm already starving."

"Okay, Haman, Haman..." The chef called a few times, and Zhuang Mingge saw a young man running out of the kitchen at the back, "Are you looking for me, Uncle Pauling?"

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

"Hello, Haman, nice to meet you." Zhuang Mingge looked at the other person carefully. From the appearance, he should be of English and French descent. Zhuang Mingge would never have recognized him before. In his eyes, he should be a Westerner.

The same one.

But now, it can be clearly distinguished.

"Hello, Yi."

Not sure if it was 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.

——Maybe it’s because of shyness.

"Haman." The chef spoke again, "Go and prepare a set menu No. 9 for Yi. Remember, ask for the most luxurious one."

"No, just plain!"

When Zhuang Mingge talked about luxurious dinners, he reflexively thought of dinners that were all meat and no other food could be seen. Even though many days had passed, dinners that were all meat still made him feel sick, and it was all Maiya's fault.

The shadow that my uncle brought upon me was too great.

"So the normal one is fine. Please, Harman-san."

"Well, since you said so to Yi..." The chef seemed a little unwilling. "Okay, Haman, let's give Yi Lai a portion of the eighth set meal."

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

Barrett, it’s actually Barrett.

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

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

Haman put his hand in his pocket and tightened his grip on the black bottle containing longan water. His hands were so nervous that they were covered with beads of sweat.

He took a few deep breaths, pretended to be normal, and strode forward. After a while, he saw a blond chef, "Sister Yalin, help me prepare a set meal No. 8."

The blond chef turned his head in surprise, "Oh, it's Haman. Why do you suddenly want set meal No. 8?"

"Uncle Pauling asked me to get it for classmate Yi Barrett."

"I see, it's Yi. Just wait a moment and I'll prepare it for you right away."

As he spoke, he quickly prepared the No. 8 set meal and handed it to Haman, "By the way, ask Yi for me."

"I will."

"etc……"

Suddenly stopped, Haman's palms were suddenly covered with sweat, and he was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"Is...is something wrong?"

——Should it have been discovered? Shouldn’t it have been discovered?

When he thought of this, Haman became more and more nervous.

"Look at how sweaty you are, let me wipe it clean for you!" He said, taking out a towel to help Haman wipe all the sweat from his forehead, "Okay, let's go."

Haman breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and quickly left the kitchen. In an unknown corner, holding a plate in one hand, he reached 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.

After all this, Haman pressed the cork on the bottle, put the bottle into his pocket, took a few deep breaths and strode out.

"Your dinner, classmate Barrett."

"Thank you." Just when Zhuang Mingge had been waiting for a long time, his dinner finally arrived, and the person who delivered it happened to be Haman, whom he met tonight.

He took the dinner and asked, "When did Harman come to the kitchen to help."

"Two days after you left, I made a small mistake and my credits were very dangerously deducted. I cried in a corner where no one knew about it." Recalling the scene at that time, Haman blushed a little, "

Later, Uncle Maiya discovered it, and he asked me if I wanted to help, and I agreed."

"Uncle Mai Ya is a good man." Zhuang Mingge himself also received many kinds of care from Uncle Mai Ya and couldn't help but say with a smile.

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

So, in a place unknown to Maia, two men were issued good guy cards in succession.

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

"Sister Yalin." Zhuang Mingge was a little touched. Yalin was the only woman in the kitchen. She was a typical American, pure-blooded, but warm and hospitable. Apart from being a little fat, she seemed to have a son, a daughter, and a loving wife.

My husband, career, and family are all happy.

My son has now graduated from the Saint Laurent Private Academy and has become a glorious solo magician.

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

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

"Then, I won't disturb you anymore. Please enjoy your dinner, classmate Barrett." Haman stood up to say goodbye, turned around and walked away. When he entered the kitchen, he looked back and happened to see Zhuang Mingge eating, with a smile on his face.

He couldn't help but reveal a smile that he didn't know was mocking, but something else.

——Sorry, Barrett-san!

…

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

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

The practice of the Cross Star.

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

This is the performance of the cross star after entry.

As he breathed, the magic power rolled in and out, seemingly echoing the stars in the sky.

The four light spots on the body also flickered on and off.

Everything was silent, and his mind was wandering. Zhuang Mingge felt that his soul seemed a little lighter, as if he could leave his body at any time. All the messy business in his ears disappeared, and the only sound was his own heartbeat, which was like a drum.

non-stop.

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

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

With every collision, a trace of magic will be destroyed.

It was as if it had never existed before, completely disappearing from his body.

What, what, what happened?

Zhuang Mingge reluctantly quit the meditation, and was surprised to find that his magic power was about 10% less than usual, and this weird situation continued to happen.

Zhuang Mingge, realizing something was wrong, took a deep breath, drove all the magic power back, and instantly returned to the magic seed.

Although the transparent gases are invisible, Zhuang Mingge can feel their existence. The magic power in his body rolls back into the magic seeds, and these gases rush towards the magic seeds as fast as crazy.

How could this happen? What happened?

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

Boom!

When the two collided, a violent reaction occurred.

As if the heavy snow met the sunshine, the magic power in his body was instantly melted by the transparent gas, and he was completely defeated in almost a breath.
To be continued...