Although everyone is very puzzled, Zhuang Mingge is indeed insisting.

It's so uncomfortable, it's really uncomfortable.

Zhuang Mingge covered his belly and had already turned the river. He couldn't do it. It felt like drinking the wine in his stomach filled his stomach and stomach, and then poured to his throat.

I will spit it out soon.

Zhuang Mingge covered his mouth with his other hand, biting his lips to not let himself spit out.

But no, it's almost okay, it's going to vomit.

Zhuang Mingge turned his eyes, trying to find some when he could distract, so that the brain would never care about this uncomfortable feeling.

The host asked: "Student president, are you still awake now?"

"Ah, um, I'm still sober." Zhuang Mingge said, his eyes shifted to the host's body, a combined black suit, a bright blond hair, with borderless glasses, giving people a sense of Wenben Binbin, saying that it was the host, which was the host.

It is better to say that it is more appropriate to say that the high society.

"You should not be a student of St. Roland." Zhuang Mingge asked.

"Uh ... yes." The host replied, and asked curiously: "How do you know."

"Because I have no impression of you, I have seen all the students of the Saint Laurent School of Private Magic, and I have said something, so I can probably come out if it is St. Roland students."

"It's so amazing, can you recognize 300,000 students, can you recognize it?" The host asked amazing amazingly. The audience under the stage exclaimed.

"Almost." Energy was scattered. Zhuang Mingge felt that he was much more upset. At least, the feeling of turning over the sea was not so uncomfortable. He seemed to pull the box, drinking wine, and chatting with the host.

One cup of wine is poured into your belly.

"Now, host, let's play a game, okay, it doesn't mean to drink alcohol." He deliberately said in order to disperse his attention.

The host asked the audience to ask the audience, "Do you want everyone?" So the audience said loudly, "Willing."

"Okay, the president of the student, everyone is willing, I don't know what game you want to play."

"Just play the game we just said. I have a rough impression of 300,000 St. Roland students, so please come to the stage in order in order, whether it is St. Roland students, I can recognize it at a glance."

The host yelled, "After drinking 240 glasses of wine, you can also distinguish St. Roland students. Whether it is bragging, please be interested in the audience.

Let's check it. "

The first is a handsome guy wearing a black trench coat.

"No." Zhuang Mingge shook his head "I have never seen you."

The handsome guy shrugged humorously, and when he walked down, the audience suddenly exclaimed.

The second appearance is a woman wearing a white skirt.

"No." Zhuang Mingge shook his head.

The woman said, "Guess wrong, student president, but I am a fifth grade student."

Zhuang Mingge said: "There is definitely no you among the fifth grade. If I don't believe I can adjust the information of the fifth grade students to compare with you."

The woman said in surprise: "How do you know I am not."

"Okay, the next one."

A group of girls ran to the stage cheerfully, standing in front of Zhuang Mingge in turn, a total of eight women.

Zhuang Mingge pointed to the three of them and said: "You, you, and you, except you, except you, all of which are our students in St. Roland."

The host immediately asked: "Is there any wrong, do our student president say wrong?"

Five women shook their heads, and the crowd suddenly made a deafening cheers.

Zhuang Mingge drank one cup after another. Although it was still uncomfortable, after being separated, it felt like it was about to spit out like that. He just started to vomit.

There are more and more audiences who come up from the stage. Zhuang Mingge just glanced at whether it was St. Roland's students. This incident soon caused a huge sensation.

The Minister of News, who felt the topic, moved, and came with a group of men.

The performance on the stage continues.

A woman wearing Saint Laurent stepped onto the stage and stood in front of Zhuang Mingge.

"The clothes are borrowed, you are not a student of St. Roland."

Another man wearing Saint Laurent's uniform went to the stage.

Zhuang Mingge glanced at: "The clothes are borrowed, but you should be a second -year student."

The man immediately saluted and exited.

Zhuang Mingge drank a glass of wine every time he distinguished a person, and he had exceeded 300 cups without knowing it.

At this time, a makeup clowns in the crowd stepped onto the stage and stood in front of Zhuang Mingge. The crowd under the audience was suddenly heard. Want to see if Zhuang Mingge could recognize this person.

Zhuang Mingge hesitated to observe him for a few seconds and said, "What is your name?"

"There is no case." The clown said.

Zhuang Mingge laughed, "I have heard your voice, you are a student of St. Roland, it seems to be in the third grade."

The clown suddenly "even the sound can be distinguished."

"Sometimes it can."

The crowd suddenly made a deafening cheers. Everyone called the Student President.

Today, everyone has witnessed a miracle. Thirty thousand students of the Saint Laurent Private Magic College can be distinguished by the Student Council of more than 300 glasses of wine. Even the makeup clown has not succeeded.

"There is one hand." Auna stared at Zhuang Mingge interested. She had already drank more than 300 glasses of wine, which was similar to Zhuang Mingge, but it had to be one more, twenty cups.

Just then, the crowd suddenly exclaimed, and a giant bear walked to Taiwan.

Zhuang Mingge cried and laughed and asked: "Deformation magic?"

The giant bear nodded.

"Are you so confident in me? True and false combinations, makeup clown, and even deformation magic are rectified. This is simply difficult to be."

Zhuang Mingge drank another glass of wine. Drinking until now, Zhuang Mingge was drinking drinks. He carefully observed the giant bear. The gray eyes flickered with a very wonderful light.

"You don't die our St. Roland students." Zhuang Mingge said.

"Haha, you guess wrong." The boulder laughed, his body slowly narrowed, and he became a man in the uniform wearing the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy. The audience immediately set off a burst of exclaiming.

Many people recognize this man, the famous figure of the college ... a member of the Temple of Truth.

The host has learned from everyone's exclaiming "very regrettable, our student president finally guessed, but the boulder is really too difficult, let us give warm applause for the student's president."
Chapter completed!