In the evening, the dormitory.
Zhuang Mingge was lying in bed, constantly thinking about what had happened in the morning. Zhuang Mingge didn't care who had saved him. It wasn't that he was heartless, but there were more important things.
It's who you are as a hybrid that matters.
Discrimination, loathing, even hatred.
From their mixed-race identity exposure, you can see that the people on the street look at their eyes full of such emotions, and even some extremists want to kill themselves.
Holy Shit, what the hell is going on.
If we don't understand this point, Zhuang mingge will never go out to walk again, let alone appear in public.
It's a matter of life and death. You Can't be careless.
And the last time he died in a daze, finally reborn, do not have no value to die.
In the following days, Zhuang Mingge locked himself in the room and toiled over all the books in the room, trying to find some clues.
Unfortunately, there are so few books in the room, only three books, one is a student code, one is a dormitory code, and the last one is a basic course, which has nothing to do with my identity, even when I dug up E. Barrett's notes, they were riddles and basic explanations of magic, and they didn't say anything about his hybrid identity.
Although the room is also equipped with a computer, but Zhuang Mingge is through, there is no memory of Barrett Firearms Manufacturing, so the campus network address also do not know.
Check the computer's travel records, it is surprising that there is nothing innocent inside.
It's like buying it and never using it.
In a twinkling, the time for vacation passed, and Zhuang Mingge found nothing.
The night before his vacation ended, Zhuang mingge, who was in a daze in his room, suddenly heard a banging on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and in walked a casually dressed man in sunglasses and a large waistcoat. "Yo, Yi, how you doing? You feeling better?"
"That's better, but who are you?"
The Man in dark glasses looked surprised, "Don't even recognize me? It seems that this amnesia is really serious. Let me introduce you again. I'm Maia, the dormitory administrator of this dormitory. If you have any difficulties or need, you can contact me at any time."
"Yes, Maia, what can I do for You?"
"Yes, Tomorrow is the day you go back to school. I just came to remind you never to be late. You'll lose credit if you're late. You need it."
Zhuang mingge has learned the importance of credit from the student handbook in his dormitory. Students will drop out if they clear the zero. His credit is only 10, and he only needs to make a few mistakes to drop out.
"Thanks for the heads-up, Mr. Mayer."
Facing Zhuang Mingge's thanks, Mai Ya showed a refreshing smile, "It doesn't matter, these are my work, time is not early, you sleep early, don't be late tomorrow morning."
"Wait, Wait. . . . . . ." Zhuang Mingge hesitated for a moment, hurriedly called to stop the Mai Ya who turned and walked to the door. "Anything else?" Maya asked, turning around.
"Yes, Mr. Mayer, it's hard to say, but I've forgotten where my class is."
From his student card, Zhuang Mingge knew that he was a student in Class Z in year one, but he didn't know how to get to the teaching area.
Mai Ya was stunned, "You've forgotten all about it. Open the last page of your student ID card, Say Your Name and where you want to go, and you'll see the map. Everyone at this college knows that. Good night, then."
Zhuang mingge immediately after Mai Ya left can not wait to find out his student ID, open the last page.
This is a blank page. There is nothing on it.
He read out his name, "E. Barrett, year one."
The blank space gradually revealed a strange road map with a few lines of English writing underneath.
You're in a student dormitory, and it's a long way from where you want to be. Maybe you should get on the No. 4 bus, which will get you there quickly.
This is the so-called intimate tips it, Zhuang Mingge embarrassed to sigh.
Sleep!
...
Next day, early in the morning.
Through the window, golden light fell on the floor of the room. In the beams of light, dust could be seen flying. The alarm clock beside Zhuang Mingge's bed played a piece of music at the set time.
"You're in love with that sappy, and that sappy doesn't want you, and you're more sappy than sappy..."
Zhuang Mingge opened his eyes. It was seven o'clock in the morning.
Turn off the alarm music and Zhuang Mingge swears he will change the Sabi music as soon as he figures out how the magic clock works.
It's really unbearable, ah, this kind of Sabi music, his former owner of this body is really strong taste AH.
Get Up, dress, wash, cold water soaked his face, bone-chilling cold immediately dispel the entangled sleepiness, Zhuang mingge spirit suddenly shocked, wearing a white robe, this is the school uniform of grade one, white robe with a violet on the chest, looks very handsome.
Many people were already eating from the hall of the dormitory. Zhuang Mingge took a good seat, ordered a breakfast, and quickly enjoyed the breakfast regardless of the strange eyes around him.
By the way, many facilities in the private magic college in Yves Saint Laurent are free, such as breakfast, lunch and dinner, taking the bus, playing field, textbooks and so on.
There are also facilities that charge a fee, but not for money, but for credit.
At the private magic college in Yves Saint Laurent, money is meaningless, and credit is the passport to everything. Without it, you can't get anywhere.
And there are many ways to earn credit, such as tasks awarded by the college, such as gambling among students, such as winning the favor of teachers with excellent grades, there are a lot of ways to earn credit and there will always be one that works for you.
Breakfast is served with milk and sandwiches. To be honest, Zhuang mingge doesn't like this kind of combination. He prefers soybean milk and fried dough sticks. However, this is the west, and various exotic buildings remind Zhuang mingge, he has now left his native country to study in a foreign country.
At about 7:20, Zhuang Mingge finished his breakfast, left the dormitory area, and waited for the No. 4 bus at the bus stop near the gate.
Five minutes later, the bus came as promised, Zhuang Mingge took the bus to find a seat.
Beside Zhuang Mingge sat a beautiful blonde, her long hair hanging down to her waist. She was so absorbed in her books that she didn't notice Zhuang Mingge's arrival.
However, other passengers on the bus noticed Zhuang Mingge's long black hair and blue eyes, and they ran away from her. Within one meter of Zhuang mingge, except for this blonde beauty who was concentrating on reading, there were no other passengers.
Am I some terrible monster?
Zhuang mingge suppressed the impulse to complain, lost in thought and looked out of the window, but his head was at a loss.
What the hell is going on.
Is being a half-breed so unpopular?
The bus moved slowly, passing gardens, woods, fountains, bridges, artificial lakes, Long Rivers... ... and so on and so forth, and finally stopped in front of a huge school building.
This is the school building used by the first graders. From the outside, it looks like the Majestic Palace of the west. It is all pure white and has more than 300 steps. Above the steps are four huge circular arches that are open, welcome the students from all directions.
Humans are as scary as ants and elephants compared to this huge school building.
Zhuang mingge seemed to hear a lot of sighs of relief from passengers as he got off the bus, which cast a shadow over his journey to school.
Half-breed identity seems to be more than... ... not to be liked.
On the eighth floor of the palace-like teaching building, Zhuang Mingge found his classroom, class Z of a year.
The structure of the classroom is a ladder-like, layer upon layer, empty classroom with few students, because there is still a period of time before class, most of the students should still be on the way.
Zhuang mingge attracted the attention of several students when he entered the classroom, but they quickly looked away for fear of touching something dirty.
Even the people in the classroom are prejudiced against themselves.
Zhuang Mingge sat down at the back of the classroom thoughtfully and waited quietly for the time of class.
With the passage of time, the number of people in the classroom increased, but everyone was the same. When they touched Zhuang Mingge's eyes, they quickly turned away, as if they hadn't seen, and no one had ever talked to Zhuang Mingge, apparently, he was isolated.
Not only that, but even around Zhuang mingge no one dares to sit down. Some people would rather huddle with others than sit next to Zhuang Mingge.
As in the case of the bus, but with bigger classrooms and bigger empty seats around Zhuang Mingge.
Jingle bells...
Sweet School Bell rang, almost on the last note of the school bell disappeared the moment, a dressed in female clothes, with rimless glasses, some serious beauty teacher appeared.
The lecturer, with short red hair, a stooped figure and a pointer, walked into the classroom and took a quick glance, frowning in displeasure.
"What are you doing?" She glared at everyone, her eyes piercing like knives, and Zhuang Mingge felt her skin prick.
Finally, as if she had given up something, she sighed and said, "Yi Barrett!"
Zhuang mingge looked up at the teacher.
"Welcome back," she said in a crisp voice