Saint Laurent School of Private Magic, March.

The school festival finally started.

Under the white sky, an island floating in the sky with almost 100,000 square kilometers is surrounded by a huge enchantment.

This is a magnificent college that brings together young magicians in the magic world of more than 90 %. Every young man in the magic world will study in this luxurious magic world.

The St. Roland School of Private Magic is a milestone in the magic world and the Peugeot of the magic world.

Like London in the United Kingdom, Paris in France, Beijing in the heavens, and New York in the United States, it is an indispensable symbol.

Today, in this college, a week -long carnival is held ... Academy Festival.

Early in the morning, the stations in the north of the college ushered in tens of thousands of people.

Car, pouring into the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy.

The traffic has reached more than 500,000 in an instant.

It can almost compare a bustling city.

There are flowers everywhere in the sky, no matter where they look like the platform platforms at the peak time, it can be seen how popular this activity of St. Roland's school festival is.

Within seven days, a variety of activities go in turn. The hundreds of thousands of students will enjoy the joyful festivals with their parents within these seven days. It is an unusual scene.

St. Roland is a accommodation college. Parents rarely enter here on weekdays. Students live here safely and enjoy college life.

The days when you can reunite with parents, only the academy sacrifice.

In the days when the weather was fine and the clouds were hanging, Zhuang Mingge was busy like a dead dog, and he kept stretching his tongue to spit the heat.

"No. No, it's terrible." He ran back and forth on the wide streets, and there would be hundreds of questions every moment to invade his head, making him even more panting.

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"This is simply hell."

Zhuang Mingge sighed while speeding up.

There are more than ten kilometers away from his current location, and a traffic accident occurred. He had to rush to the rescue field. In just one hour today, there were more than 100,000 visitors entering St. Roland.

It is more complicated than the college, and the contradiction between the mixed -race and pure bloodline is also more acute.

This traffic accident was caused by a mixed -race and a pure blood.

Things like this. In a short period of time, countless happened, which caused Zhuang Mingge, the president of the Student Council, had to go to the battle in person to accept this matter.

He rushed hard, and his speed was like lightning. However, all kinds of reports came from his ears.

"Chairman, fight, a fighting incident in the second square, currently spreading."

"President, all parking spaces in the North Station are already full. But there are more vehicles waiting outside."

"President, it's not good, several parents in the first grade school district are confronting, and they may be fighting at any time."

"Chairman ..."

"Chairman ..."

Zhuang Mingge rolled up a white eye. Most of these problems were caused by the parents who came in outside, which caused the students to become busy, so that the whole college would be made into a mess.

Zhuang Mingge immediately contacted his king.

"This is Sophia, I would like to ask ... what is it, it's a little knight, what's the matter?"

"The dean, the college has become a mess."

"This will be the case every year, and you have worked hard." Sofia said that Dean Sophia said unexpectedly.

"There is no better way to stop this unnecessary trouble?" Zhuang Mingge saw very clearly. Most of the troubles were caused by the unwavering communication between people, not much of the natural disaster.

"Is there any way to do this? Every year, you should be used to it as soon as possible."

"At least it should stop those troubles that did not need to happen." Zhuang Mingge worked hard to persuade.

"What do you plan to do."

Zhuang Mingge heard a question from the other party, thinking about it, but his footsteps kept on.

Sophia seemed to have a little interest and asked, "What do you think I should do?"

Zhuang Mingge said: "You stand up directly and warn them not to come in the college's intangible chaos."

Sofia did not agree immediately, but thought quietly.

Zhuang Mingge didn't care. He raised his head and looked straight ahead. He quickly saw the location where the traffic accident occurred. In the bustling street, several magic -oriented speeds hit together, causing a chaotic traffic accident.

Now these vehicles are parked on Malaysia. Several car owners are hostile to each other. They keep quarrels. The crowd around them surrounds them. It seems to be watching lively.

Zhuang Mingge rushed in like a lightning, falling in the center of these people.

"Don't make noisy, I am Yi Barrett, the Student President of the St. Roland School of Private Magic, now accepting this accident, what's going on told me, first move the car away and restore the traffic of traffic."

As soon as he came up, he suppressed other people as identity. Although everyone was unwilling, he drove away the car obediently and stopped at the corner of the street without hindering traffic.

Zhuang Mingge gathered all of them and asked what happened.

Third, the four car owners hold their own words and describe themselves as victims, asking Zhuang Mingge to severely punish other car owners. Zhuang Mingge has been reasonable for a while, so that it can be regarded as the source of the matter.

The cause of the incident was that the two owners met on the streets on the streets, thinking of each other, and hitting each other. As a result, it affected other speeding cars, and everyone began to quarrel and even prepare to do it.

What made Zhuang Mingge feel helplessly that the two owners who had collided at the beginning were the enemies when they were student, so they caused this traffic accident. Fortunately, the flight defense was very complete.

There is not much damage.

Zhuang Mingge severely warned the two car owners and asked them to apologize to several of the later car owners.

The two were unhappy, and even planned to ignore Zhuang Mingge's words.

At this moment, a terrible coercion swept the entire St. Roland. Like a deity, the terrible aura almost pressed everyone on the ground.

Subsequently, a majestic voice spread throughout the entire St. Roland.

"I am Sofia Shilstia, the dean of the School of Private Magic, St. Roland. Now, I warn from the school as the president.

St. Roland's regulations affect the normal order of Saint Roland, otherwise we will expel you with the right to expel you. "

After hearing this, Zhuang Mingge was relieved. After the dean of Sophia's study issued such a notice, the intense atmosphere of St. Roland suddenly had a lot of session.

They wiped the breath of ten thousand times, even if they were bustling people, they were honest.

Obviously cooperated with the guidance of the members of the Student Union, completed the work, and even the two owners. They also honestly apologized and disappeared into the crowd.

Zhuang Mingge evacuated the lively crowd. Finally, he found a leisurely time. The automatic vending machine on the street side was invested in a credit. He changed a bottle of drink and opened the lid to drink.

The notification in his ear stopped, and the college finally entered the right track. More and more people poured into the college, adding firewood to the school festival, burning to explosion.

Looking at it, there are dense people on the street. In the sky, there are back and forth, the endless magic -oriented speed.

Zhuang Mingge threw the beverage jar into the nearby trash can, and slowly moved forward with some tired body. Although some accidents had stopped. However, there were still many problems waiting to be solved.

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At the same time, the station in northern Saint Laurent, this should be the most lively place so far, every minute, every second, more people gathered from all directions. Then pouring into St. Roland.

Here, the Student Union has sent 150 members of the Student Union to maintain the order here.

Among the crowds that are disturbed, Hailar Anim wore a white suit. Although the clothes were simple to design, you can see the taste of the high -end brand.

This man is about 27 or eight years old. He is a healthy youth. A golden short hair set off his spiritual temperament.

There is no expression on the face, and the whole body reveals the style of a soldier.

Around him, everyone was careful to keep a certain distance from him.

He exudes a strong sense of oppression. Anyone who is close to him will accelerate his heart, cold hands and feet, sweating in his body, and very uncomfortable.

His aura is very powerful, enough to suppress most people present.

He himself seemed to have no awareness of this inexplicable sense of alienation, as if the white crane standing in the chicken group was very conspicuous.

"Excuse me, how should I get to the third grade school district?"

He found a member of a student union and asked for inquiries.

Gundam's figure and terrible aura made the student union members crumbling, sweating cold, and quickly explained the route, and escaped this place.

"Thanks."

Hailar Anim thank the members of the Student Union.

According to the address given by the members of the Student Union, he found the third -year school district, as well as the most prominent teaching building, Tongtian Tower.

Under the gate of the Tower of Heaven, a man has been waiting for a long time.

"Welcome to the prosecutor of Hailar Anim." The man said respectfully to Hailar.

"It's been a long time since I saw it, Markus Soniasen."

The two people talked a brief conversation, and Markus led the prosecutor to visit the school festival. Markus himself seemed to have no care about the other party's terrible aura.

Zhuang Mingge heard this news, it was already an hour later.

He was rushing to the student union, and suddenly received Kalin's notice.
To be continued...