The meaning of 50/50 is very simple, it means half and half.

Zhuang Mingge has a half chance of beating Rafis, and an equally half chance of losing to Rafis.

Although it was not clear what kind of calculations Xiang went through to reach such a conclusion, Zhuang Mingge did not have too much doubt and recognized the probability.

"Half?" He murmured in a low voice, raised his head and asked, "What can I do to increase the winning rate to 100%."

Xion said cheerfully: "Just beat Yun Ji."

Believe it or not, I sprayed you in the face.

Zhuang Mingge glared at Xiang, can he defeat Yun Ji? If I can win, You Xia will definitely not be my opponent.

"What other ways?"

"How do I know that kind of thing? Don't use me like Tinkerbell."

"That's called Doraemon." Zhuang Mingge corrected. He was a little surprised that Zhuang Mingge actually knew Jingle Cat. He thought that the magician's childhood was either magic or magic. It turns out there were comics.

"In short, I want some more powerful lower-level magic." After talking about his shortcomings and lack of effective attack methods, Zhuang Mingge said, "If I have lower-level magic, my winning rate should increase a little.

"

"Seventy percent!" Xion calculated and said, "This is based on the fact that Rafis has no other trump cards that I don't know about. Once there are other trump cards, your winning rate will plummet."

"All in all, fighting him is very dangerous, right?"

"All in all, yes."

Zhuang Mingge breathed out and fell heavily on the sofa, "I see, then I refuse. It's not the final battle anyway, so I have the right to refuse."

"It's really the most correct choice." Xion nodded.

Maggie sighed and said, "Aren't you afraid that the other party will take advantage of you if you back down like this? And it's so spineless."

"I threw away that kind of thing a long time ago." Zhuang Mingge waved his hands and said, yes, under the pressure of Chu Qingsi a long time ago, he threw away everything, whether it was moral integrity or integrity.

That terrible woman, I hope never to meet again in my life.

"Okay, that's the end of this matter. Let's change the topic. Speaking of which, all classes have entered a state of actual combat recently. It is probably to cope with the upcoming Christmas chief battle..."

Xion tried to change the topic, and everyone was immediately attracted and immediately forgot about the matter.

The club's activities ended, the sun set, and the stars lit up the sky, emitting bright light.

Zhuang Mingge returned to the dormitory in full glory. As soon as he entered the door, he was blocked by several tall men, "Yi Barrett, our president wants to see you!"

President? Zhuang Mingge was slightly stunned. Xion beside him took the initiative and said: "Sagawa Zhenwu, do the people from the Mixed-Blood Alliance have anything to do with my vice president?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Xion." The man named Sagawa Matake replied bluntly. He was over 1.8 meters tall with bulging muscles. He looked like a warrior who had practiced martial arts for a long time, not a magician.

division.

Xion sneered and said: "Ming Ge is the vice president of our club. How can your mixed-race alliance find him if he has nothing to do with me? Has your IQ degraded to the level of a third-grade elementary school student?"

"Go away, this is none of your business." Sagawa Zhenwu said coldly, with an unconcealed disgust in his tone. Then he said coldly to Zhuang Mingge: "Don't think about escaping, we can't let you go.

Come with me, Barrett."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Zhuang Mingge's shoulder.

Zhuang Mingge took a step back and avoided the opponent's hand. Sagawa Zhenwu's hand froze in mid-air, and his face became colder. "What exactly does this mean, Barrett, do you want to resist?"

Resist?

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help laughing for a moment, "You actually resist such a word. Who do you think you are? Do you really think of yourself as a superior person? Get lost. If you want to see me, ask your president to come in person."

"You!" Sagawa Matake was furious, and the magic power hidden inside his body began to spread.

Zhuang Mingge said nonchalantly: "The use of magic is prohibited in the dormitory area. Do you want to violate the rules?"

Gradually, Sagawa Masu took back his magic power.

Zhuang Mingge showed a disdainful smile, turned around and chatted and laughed with Xiang, then left the livid-faced Sagawa Matake aside and entered the dormitory.

Sagawa Matake wanted to take action several times, but remembering the rules of the dormitory, he couldn't help but clenched his fist tightly and kept banging.

"Who is that guy?" Zhuang Mingge asked Xiang after getting rid of Sagawa Zhenwu.

"Matake Sagawa? A very proud man. His parents are ordinary people, not magicians. He was able to enter this academy because of his talent, which also caused his pride."

Most of the students at Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy are descendants of magicians, but there are also some people who are ordinary people, whether they are themselves, their parents, or their ancestors are ordinary people for eighteen generations. The reason why they can enter this academy is the opportunity

,Talent is indispensable.

Generally speaking, if such people don't perish along the way, they will become very outstanding in the end.

As long as you are careful, it is not difficult to be accepted as one of the superior pure bloods.

Generally speaking, a guy with such a promising future would disdain to join the mixed-race alliance, but he not only joined the alliance, but also held an important position...the captain of the first team.

"Sa, who knows, maybe he was kicked in the head."

Zhuang Mingge asked this question, and Xiang also gave a vague answer. He knew that Xiang did not know, but was unwilling to answer, and did not continue to ask, but changed the topic.

In the evening, after dinner, Zhuang Mingge returned to his dormitory. In the restaurant of the dormitory, he did not see Haman who drugged him. This made Zhuang Mingge somewhat regretful. He originally wanted to teach him a lesson.

Although he was not the mastermind, this accomplice almost hurt himself.

Let’s talk about it next time we meet.

With this thought, Zhuang Mingge returned to his dormitory and started practicing. The recent Cross Star Secret Technique was very fast to master, and it was very fast to establish four magic points and cause four kinds of resonance. It is estimated that before the Christmas battle for the chief begins.

can reach.

Now Zhuang Mingge finally knows how difficult it is to cultivate magic power. If he didn't have the help of this secret method, he would probably still have a headache for arousing a resonance, let alone causing three different kinds of emotions as easily as he does now.

Resonance, even the fourth type is almost successful.

This is a state that only a few sophomores can achieve.

However, the subsequent practice is expected to be much more difficult. The later the magic point is established, the more difficult it becomes. When Zhuang Mingge first established the second magic point, it took him three days, and the third magic point was used about five times. That is

Fifteen days.

The fourth magic point takes more time, the fifth magic point...

Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy has a lot of formulas, or secrets, on how to create magic points and cause different resonances, and they will distribute them once you reach the second year.

Following this ordinary secret method, even ordinary students will establish more than ten magic points in their bodies by the fifth grade, causing ten different resonances.

Some outstanding students will be more.

But Zhuang Mingge is certain that the secret technique he practices called [Cross Star] will be able to condense at least twenty magic points in his body and cause twenty different kinds of resonance once he reaches the fifth grade.

If I work harder, I can probably get closer to the number thirty.

So Zhuang Mingge was very grateful to Teacher Salina for giving him this set of secret techniques.

Bang bang bang...

According to usual habits, when Zhuang Mingge finished practicing, he would wash up and go to bed. Just when he finished washing and came out of the bathroom, there was suddenly a very regular knock on the door.

"Who, Sion?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door before a voice answered: "Hello, Barrett, I'm Rafis."

The president of the Mixed-blood Alliance!

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but frown, "It's so late, what can I do?"

"Won't you invite me in?" Rafis said outside the door.

Zhuang Mingge frowned again and walked over to open the door. To his surprise, except for Rafis, there was no one else outside.

"come in."

The use of magic is prohibited in the dormitory area. Rafis looks very strong. If it is a hand-to-hand fight, he will probably suffer a lot. Maybe he can use magic at a critical moment. Anyway, he still has a lot of credits.

Zhuang Mingge thought so and welcomed him in.

"Excuse me." Rafis said and walked in.

Zhuang Mingge closed the door with an unhappy expression and walked back to the room. He sat down on the bed and asked, "So, do you have anything to do with me, Mr. President of the Mixed-blood Alliance?"

"Won't you ask me to sit down?"

"Sorry, I'm not used to bowing down to those who are hostile."

Rafis couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I have never had any hostility towards you, Barrett. Even this meeting seems to be fate. I don't hate you."

I always felt like I would lose if I said "I hate you". Zhuang Mingge showed an impatient look, "There are chairs there to sit on. Also, tell me what's going on quickly."

Rafis pondered for a few seconds and said, "Actually, Barrett, you know the purpose of my coming."

"Is it about the credits?"

"Yes, although it's a bit shameless, can you return these credits to us?"

"Since you know it's shameless, don't say it anymore." Zhuang Mingge refused without hesitation.

"The negotiations have broken down."

"You had no intention of successfully negotiating in the first place, right?"

Facing Zhuang Mingge's sarcasm, Rafis stood up. The originally gentle man seemed to tear off his disguise in an instant, revealing his true posture.

Arrogant, fierce, and even with a faint hint of domineering.

"In that case, let's make a bet, Barrett! I will use the five hundred points in my hand to make a bet with the five hundred points in your hand. The winner can win everything."
Chapter completed!