The first-year class A is located in the last room in the north on the second floor of the teaching building. To Zhuang Mingge's surprise, this room is small and has only about twenty tables. It is very different from the classrooms in the new teaching building.

If you compare them forcefully, one is like a palace and the other is like a toilet.

There is a huge difference between them.

"Speaking of our teachers." After entering the classroom, William sat down near the window, glanced around a few times, and said, "We don't have teachers to teach, right?"

"This is also possible." Xion walked around the classroom, as if looking for something, and said as he walked: "Although the student union can throw us here, it has no right to command the teacher. If no teacher is willing,

We will indeed not see a single teacher in the future here."

"Hey hey hey, this is a bit..."

"It's no pity. Anyway, the first-grade courses can no longer satisfy me." Xion interrupted William's complaint and said confidently: "Even if there is a teacher willing to come here to teach first-grade courses, I am not interested.

, what I am interested in now is nothing else but the notes here."

Zhuang Mingge suddenly said: "No wonder you keep wandering around. How about it? Did you find it?"

"How could it be found so easily? It seems like this classroom is doomed." Xion walked around a few more times, and after confirming that nothing had been gained, he sat down and crossed his legs, "Go to the library after class.

Let’s take a look.”

The library that Xion mentioned was not the huge library of Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy with a collection of books as large as the ocean, but the library inside the teaching building.

Although the collection of books in the library is rich, compared with the library, it is in the sky and on the earth.

The collection of books in the library does not even reach 30,000 volumes, but in comparison, every book is a classic, which is of great help to the students.

Don't forget that in the distant past, when the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy was established, Western humans had not invented printing at that time, and all magic books were handwritten.

These manuscripts are all the hard work of magicians. Every copy taken out is a priceless treasure.

"President, don't apply your standards to me."

William complained on the side and said: "I am not a descendant of the mixed-race Crown family, nor am I a mixed-race child of the Crown family. I am just an ordinary student. I haven't finished the first-grade course. What should I do if there are no teachers?

ah."

"It's okay, I will help you." Noah walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "I know about the first-year courses. If you have anything to ask, just ask me and I will answer you one by one."

"real?"

"certainly."

"Great, long live, long live!"

There was a crash, and the classroom door was suddenly pushed open. A woman, Miss Maggie, who was familiar to everyone, walked in. She looked at the extremely excited William in surprise and asked: "What is Long Live, William?

What are you shouting about?"

"No, it's nothing."

"Oh oh oh, what a coincidence, Maggie, are you also a student in this class?" Zhuang Mingge asked in surprise.

"Of course, please take care of me in the future, Vice President. Also, in fact, not only me, but Miss Aoi is also a student in this class." Maggie spoke as if Aoi Futaba walked in from outside.

She kept her expression expressionless as usual, and it seemed that nothing could make her show other expressions.

"Miss Kui, this way, this way." Zhuang Mingge raised his hand and waved a few times, pointing to the seat next to him. Kui Shuangye nodded slightly, walked over and sat down.

Xion clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention, "In this way, all the members of our club are gathered together. Regarding that matter, I hope everyone can treat it with caution. This is our only chance to turn defeat into victory."

"What's going on?" Maggie asked curiously.

William hurriedly talked about the re-election in an attempt to gain Maggie's favor. At the end, he asked, "Maggie, do you know such a big shot?"

"I don't know him!" he answered simply. "Like you, I am an ordinary mixed-race person. How could I possibly know such a big shot?"

After leaving the academy, the student presidents of the past generations will become prosperous in the magic world by relying on the relationships and connections they accumulated in the academy. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are big shots. Some student presidents even occupy positions in the Magic Council.

There are only a few who are down and out.

"Then ask around, maybe you will get something unexpected." Xion said this casually, and his ears suddenly stood up, "Someone is coming."

As soon as his voice fell, the classroom door was pushed open.

Several mixed-race students walked in. One of them was obviously stunned when he saw someone in the classroom, "This should be the classroom of Class A in the first year." Then he asked, "Well, that's right." William asked in return:

"Are you also students in Class A of the first year?"

"Well, I'm Keller, this is Fang, and this is Stella, this is Crumi, and this is Nuco." The man named Keller is about the same age as Zhuang Mingge and others, but

He is obviously more mature and seems to be a very stable person, and he is of mixed English and French descent.

Several other people had different expressions. The girl named Stella was of Italian descent, and the other was an American. Since she came in, all her eyes were on Xion.

"Na na na, you are Xion, Master Xion Yemei, right?"

Like a groupie, the girl ran to Xion's side, lowered her head and looked at Xion's face, and asked excitedly.

"It's me, that's right."

"Sure enough, it's Lord Xion." After hearing Xion admit his identity, the young girl Stella immediately showed a look as enthusiastic as seeing an idol. This kind of Zhuang Mingge thought of Noah. The way he looked at himself was the same as the way the girl looked at Xiang.

Ang's eyes were exactly the same.

"Xion. Ye Mei!!!"

Several other people were obviously surprised. Among the mixed-race people, the Yemei family was an unattainable noble, and they were the pride of the mixed-race people.

From the outside, the man named Fang looks like a pure Oriental without any Western ancestry, but here he shows that he is also a mixed race. When he first came in, Fang had nothing on his face.

His expression changed, but when he heard Xion's name, his face changed.

He instantly fell on Zhuang Mingge with his sharp eyes, "If that is Xion, then you are Barrett, Yi Barrett."

His English is very strange. How should I put it? Although I can clearly hear what he is saying, my pronunciation is not standard.

Zhuang Mingge felt a hint of hostility from this young man, but he couldn't remember when he had sinned against this person. "It's me. Excuse me, have we met somewhere?"

"No!" Fang answered decisively, "But from now on, you will be my enemy."

"Ha?" Zhuang Mingge expressed surprise and confusion at such unclear words.

Keller on the other side quickly pulled the other person's clothes, "Fang, don't be like this."

Fang shook off Keller's hand and said stubbornly to Zhuang Mingge: "Be prepared, Barrett, I will always keep an eye on you, follow you, and then surpass you. You are just my way to the peak of magic.

It's just a small stumbling block that you encounter on the road, I will step over you and prove that you are nothing more than that!"

Zhuang Mingge: "..."

——What the hell is going on with this guy?

Stella curled her lips, pointed to her head and said, "Don't pay too much attention, that guy is just like that. He has a disease, it seems to be a disease called [Second Two]."

Chuunibyou?

Zhuang Mingge seemed to have heard of this disease. He remembered that when he was still at the college in his hometown, many people in the class discussed this disease. He was completely self-centered, did not care about other people's eyes, and lived in his own world, as if the world

Everything revolves around him, which is a kind of mental illness.

Although there are no abnormalities in self-understanding, learning ability, or physiological behavior, it is still a disease.

"You guys who talk too much, women should behave like women. It is your job to stay at home and take care of the house and have children."

He is worthy of being the master of the second grade disease. He offended all the women in the class with just one sentence.

Stella sarcastically said: "I don't know who can't even beat a woman, and is beaten until she cries and begs for mercy. People like you are a waste of air."

As if he was hurt by the words, Fang, a young boy with secondary disease, blushed and said, "That's just me giving in to her, otherwise I would have defeated her long ago."

"You can only talk behind her back. If you have the ability, tell her in front of her, saying that you are just letting her. As long as you are serious, you can crush her to dust with one finger."

Stella screamed sarcastically at the other party, making the boy with chuunibyou more and more angry.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, you hateful woman, shut up!" This sentence was not spoken in English, but in Japanese.

Zhuang Mingge immediately understood that this man named Fang was probably a Chinese-Japanese mixed race, with the same sex.

As a descendant of an anti-Japanese veteran, Zhuang Mingge had no good impression of the Japanese. He agreed with Aoi Futaba to join the mixed-race club because he did not want to refute Xiang. At the same time, he identified other ancestry of the other party, thereby ignoring that the other party had Japanese ancestry.

Because from the outside, Aoi Futaba’s Western ancestry is obvious.

In the process of getting along, Zhuang Mingge also developed a certain affection for this girl.

But for this middle-school boy who clamored to surpass himself, Zhuang Mingge clearly disliked him more than he liked him.

Facing the angry young man, Zhuang Mingge said nothing and looked on with gloating.

(To be continued).
Chapter completed!