ps: I have always believed that novels are stories, and novels are not essays. They don’t need to be too rigorous in wording, and they don’t need to be researched. Occasionally there will be typos, bugs, etc. It takes too much energy to perfect a world and a structure.

, the many settings can also be dazzling, and you can’t even see clearly what is written.

So I just use poor writing to tell an interesting story. As long as the story can be read through, read smoothly, and read happily, it will be considered a success, and I will naturally work hard in this direction.

That’s why this evil, unreasonable story in this book is born. So please don’t read and review this story with too harsh eyes. Just suddenly discover that this story is actually very interesting in your spare time. That’s enough.

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Night, dormitory.

Zhuang Mingge was lying on the bed, constantly thinking about what happened in the morning. Zhuang Mingge didn't care who saved him. It didn't mean that he was heartless, but there were more important things.

My identity as a mixed-race person is the most important thing.

Discrimination, disgust, even hatred.

After his mixed-race identity was exposed, he saw that the eyes of the people on the street were full of such emotions, and some extremists even wanted to kill him.

I wonder what the hell is going on.

If he had not understood this, Zhuang Mingge would never walk outside again, let alone appear in public.

It's about your own life, so you can't be careful.

And the last time I died, I was confused, so I finally got reborn, so I didn't want to die worthless.

In the following days, Zhuang Mingge locked himself in the room and painstakingly checked all the books in the room, trying to find some clues.

It's a pity that there are too few books in the room. There are only three books. One is student rules, one is dormitory rules, and the last one is basic courses. It has nothing to do with my identity. Even if I find Yi

Barrett's notes were all about magic problems and basic explanations, and they also did not record anything about his mixed-race identity.

Although the room is also equipped with a computer, Zhuang Mingge has traveled through time and does not have any memory of Barrett, so he does not know the address of the campus network.

I checked the travel records on my computer, and surprisingly there was nothing in them.

It's like you bought it and never used it.

The vacation time passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhuang Mingge found nothing.

The night before the vacation ended, Zhuang Mingge was in a daze in his room when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and a casually dressed man wearing sunglasses and a large vest walked in. "Hey, Yi, how have you been recently? Have you recovered?"

"Okay, much better, but may I ask you..."

The man wearing sunglasses showed a surprised expression, "Don't you even recognize me? It seems that the amnesia this time is really serious. Let me introduce you again. I am Maiya, the dormitory administrator of this dormitory. What's the problem?

Or if necessary, you can contact me at any time.”

"Okay, Maia, what do you want from me?"

"Yes, tomorrow is the day for you to resume school. I just want to remind you not to be late. If you are late, your credits will be deducted. You need the credits very much."

From the student code book in the dormitory, Zhuang Mingge has already understood the importance of credits. Students who clear all credits will automatically drop out of school. His current credits are only ten, and he only needs to make a few mistakes to drop out.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Maier."

Facing Zhuang Mingge's thanks, Maiya showed a refreshing smile and said, "It doesn't matter, these are all my work. It's getting late. You should go to bed early and don't be late if you get up early tomorrow."

"Wait, wait a minute..." Zhuang Mingge hesitated and quickly stopped Maiya, who turned around and walked to the door. "Is there anything else?" Maiya turned around and asked.

"Yes, Mr. Maier, although it's hard to say it, I forgot how my class should go."

From his student ID card, Zhuang Mingge learned that he was a student in Class Z of the first year, but he had no idea how to get to the teaching area.

Maiya was stunned and said with a smile: "Sure enough, I forgot everything. Open the last page of your student ID card, read your name and the place you want to go, and you will see the map. This is

Everyone in this college knows this, so, good night."

After Maiya left, Zhuang Mingge couldn't wait to find his student ID card and turned to the last page.

This is a blank page with nothing on it.

He read out his name, "Yi Barrett, Class Z, first year."

A strange road map gradually emerged in the blank space, with a few lines of English writing underneath.

The place you are now is a student dormitory, and it is still a long way from where you want to arrive. Maybe you should take the No. 4 bus, which will take you there quickly.

This is the so-called intimate tip, Zhuang Mingge sighed awkwardly.

sleep!

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The next day, early morning.

Golden light fell on the floor of the room through the window, and flying dust seemed to be visible in the beams. The alarm clock beside Zhuang Mingge's bed sounded a piece of music on time at the set time.

"You fell in love with that Sabi, that Sabi doesn't want you, you are more Sabi than Sabi..."

Zhuang Mingge opened his eyes, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

Turning off the music of the alarm clock, Zhuang Mingge vowed that if he figured out how this magic alarm clock worked, he would immediately change the music of Sabi.

It's really unbearable. This kind of Sabi's music is really intolerable to the former owner of my body.

After getting up, getting dressed, and washing up, the cold water soaked into his face. The chill that penetrated his bones immediately dispelled the lingering sleepiness. Zhuang Mingge's spirit was suddenly shaken. He was wearing a white robe, which was the first-grade school uniform, and the chest of the white robe was still wet.

There is a violet, which looks very handsome.

There were already many people eating in the lobby of the dormitory. Zhuang Mingge found a good seat to sit down, ordered a breakfast, and quickly enjoyed today's breakfast regardless of the strange looks around him.

By the way, many facilities at Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy are free, such as breakfast, lunch and dinner, bus rides, playgrounds, textbooks, etc.

There are also some facilities that charge a fee, but they are not monetary transactions, but credits.

At Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy, money is meaningless. Credits are the passport to everything. Without credits, it can be said that it is difficult to move forward.

There are many ways to earn credits, such as through some tasks issued by the college, such as gambling battles between students, such as winning the favor of teachers with excellent grades, there are many ways to earn credits, and you will always find one that suits you.

of.

The breakfast pairing is milk and sandwiches. To be honest, Zhuang Mingge doesn't like this pairing very much. He prefers soy milk and fried dough sticks. But this is the West, and all kinds of exotic buildings remind Zhuang Mingge that he has left and left himself now.

of my motherland, studying in a foreign country.

At about 7:20, Zhuang Mingge finished his breakfast, left the dormitory area, and waited for the arrival of the No. 4 bus at the bus stop on the avenue at the door.

Five minutes later, the bus arrived as scheduled. Zhuang Mingge got on the bus and found a seat to sit down.

Next to Zhuang Mingge sat a blond beauty with long hair hanging down to her waist. She was concentrating on the book in her hand and did not notice Zhuang Mingge's arrival.

However, the other passengers on the bus noticed Zhuang Mingge's long black hair and blue eyes, and they avoided him. Within one meter of Zhuang Mingge, there was no one except this blond beauty who was concentrating on reading.

other passengers.

Am I some kind of terrible scourge?

Zhuang Mingge suppressed the urge to complain and looked out the window in a daze, but his head was confused.

What is going on?

Is being of mixed race so unpopular?

The bus drove slowly, passing gardens, woods, fountains, bridges, artificial lakes, long rivers... and other various buildings, and finally stopped in front of a huge teaching building.

This is the teaching building used by the first grade. From the outside, it looks like a majestic palace in the West. It is pure white and has more than 300 steps. Above the steps are four huge circular arches that open to welcome students from all over the world.

Compared with this huge teaching building, humans are as terrifying as ants and elephants.

When he got off the bus, Zhuang Mingge seemed to hear many passengers heaving a sigh of relief, which cast a shadow over his journey to school.

The identity of a mixed-race person seems to be more...unpopular than he thought.

On the eighth floor of the palace-like teaching building, Zhuang Mingge found his classroom, Class Z of the first year.

The structure of the classroom is a staircase, with layers going up. There are not many students in the empty classroom, because it is still some time before class starts, and most of the students are probably still on their way.

When Zhuang Mingge entered the classroom, he attracted the attention of several students, but they quickly looked away for fear of touching something dirty.

Even the people in the classroom are biased against me.

Zhuang Mingge sat down at the back of the classroom thoughtfully, quietly waiting for class time.

As time went by, there were more and more people in the classroom, but everyone was the same. When they caught Zhuang Mingge's gaze, they quickly turned away, as if they hadn't seen him. No one had ever talked to Zhuang Mingge, so he was obviously isolated.

Not only that, not even a single student dared to sit down around Zhuang Mingge. Some people would rather squeeze in with others than sit next to Zhuang Mingge.

The situation is the same as on the bus, except that the classroom is bigger and the empty seats around Zhuang Mingge are getting bigger and bigger.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

The pleasant school bell rang, and almost at the moment when the last note of the school bell disappeared, a serious and beautiful teacher wearing female OL clothing and rimless glasses appeared.

This lecturer with short red hair, a hunched figure and a pointer in his hand walked into the classroom and took a glance, and immediately frowned in displeasure.

"What are you doing?" She glanced at everyone in displeasure, her sharp eyes cutting through everyone like a knife. Zhuang Mingge even felt his skin hurting from her gaze.

Finally, she seemed to give up on something and sighed: "Easy Barrett!"

Zhuang Mingge raised his head and stared at the teacher.

She said in a clear voice: "Welcome back."
Chapter completed!