College life more than ten years ago was joyful.

More than ten years later, college life is a history of blood and tears for mixed-race children.

"I don't understand why they would do this." Xion looked around at everyone in the auditorium. "Is it for the pure-blood status, for the noble soul, or for the naturally superior attitude?"

"I also don't understand why mixed-race people have to be humble, discriminated against by everyone, and stepped on by everyone."

"I don't understand why pure bloods are ashamed to talk to us half-bloods. Will it make your magic retreat, cause your death, make you lose a piece of flesh, or cause you even a little pain?"

"No, not at all."

Xion shook his head and put his right hand in his palm.

He said calmly: "Please put your right hand on your chest, feel your heartbeat, and ask yourself, we are also living under the blue sky, we are also human beings, why do we mixed-race people have to be despised, and why do pure-blooded people have to be looked down upon?

You can wantonly discriminate and oppress mixed-race people."

"Is it a responsibility? No, is it a mission? No, is it the truth? It's impossible, then what kind of mentality does it have that makes you think that mixed-race people are lowly magicians?"

Silence, the auditorium fell into a rare ugly silence.

"well said!"

Suddenly, a senior man suddenly stood up from his seat and said with tears streaming down his face: "Three years ago, I was a mixed-race child who had just entered Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy. Pure-bloods, can you...

Do you understand my original excitement and thoughts?"

"I want to learn magic, I want to make friends, and I want to spend these five years happily. There may be ups and downs, there may be wind and rain, and there may be obstacles, but I want to overcome the ups and downs.

, through wind and rain, overcoming obstacles, I want to become an excellent magician."

"Play, study, and study magic with your friends. When you graduate in the future, you will leave a wonderful memory and recall your student days, your past, and your past without any regrets."

"Yes, I have the same idea." Another mixed-race man stood up and looked at Warfitt, our student president, with a sharp look. "Actually, you don't have to rush us out, student president.

, in fact you have succeeded."

He choked and said: "What kind of life have I been living in the college these past few years? It is gloomy, shadowy, disgusting, and discriminatory. Even if I say a word loudly, I am afraid of being ridiculed and despised by countless people. I have just stepped into the world of college."

In the year when I was studying at Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy, I came here with my dream. When I was very young, my father took out his graduation photo and said to me..."

"He said, my child, this is my alma mater, St. Laurent Private Magic Academy, the alma mater I am most proud of. During my five years of study, I cried, laughed, went crazy, and made trouble.

But I never gave up, because I found my dream and the future here. My friends and I spent five years together. Five years of growth made us mature, gave us an indestructible friendship, and changed

My whole life."

"Can you imagine what kind of charm adults' words have in the tender hearts of young children, and what kind of dreams are planted in a child's heart?"

"Time goes by, years change, I replaced my father and entered the college. That year I entered here with pride, and vowed that in the next five years, I will cry, laugh, go crazy, and make trouble.

Just like my father, I made a lot of friends, did a lot of stupid things, and then lived my five years and five years of youth without regrets."

"Maybe one day, I will grow up, get married, and have children of my own. I may take out my graduation photo with a smile on my face and repeat the same words to my children in a show off."

"Because at that time, I was a father, a father who wanted his children to thrive in the future. However, after coming here, I cried, never laughed, went crazy, and never made trouble.

I have never given up, but I have become desperate. I have thought about dropping out of school, but I cannot forgive myself for leaving here like a lost dog."

The simple words of this mixed-race man moved many people, and Zhuang Mingge even saw tears twinkling in the corners of countless people's eyes.

He said categorically: "I will stay here, struggling, struggling non-stop, struggling like an ugly ant, continuing to hide from the darkness, without a trace of light in my daily life, until the day I graduate."

"Then, I will grow up, get married, have a wife, and have children. At that time, I will still be a father. For the sake of my children, I will keep them away from Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy, and I will send him to ordinary schools.

Academy and no longer tell him anything related to magic."

"I will let him live his life like ordinary people, because I am a father, and I will never allow my children to live a gloomy life like myself, because I am a father and I have my dreams.

My dream is to let my children grow up like my father."

Mother's love is like the ocean, father's love is like a mountain.

The love that parents have for their children is a miracle, a love that is unreasonable and without any reason.

Even a person's love, a small amount of love, is the purest heart of a parent.

As this mixed-race man said, his father graduated from here and is proud of this place, so he hopes that he can enter the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy and live a happy life like himself.

More than ten years have passed slowly, and it cannot be stopped or blocked.

Today's Saint Laurent is very different from before. The hopeful young man despairs in the ruthless reality.

Xion patted his chest and made a crackling sound. His high-pitched voice penetrated the sky and echoed in front of everyone.

"The future and dreams, the future and hopes, this is true for us mixed-race children, and the same is true for you pure-bloods. Maybe in the future, you will also become parents, open your graduation photos, and tell your children that in Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy, you once

You have been oppressed and discriminated against, and you have used the pain of mixed-race children to build your happiness! You..."

"enough!!!"

A huge roar swept through the auditorium like a violent gust of wind.

Warfit Vincent stared at Sion with cold eyes, "This is not a place for you mixed-race people to express their emotions. This is the auditorium. We still have important things to do. The alliance will study necromancy and there are already victims.

For the sake of the stability and lives of the college students, the mixed-race students must be expelled!"

What he said was categorical and there was no room for turning around.

"Is this your reason? Is this your idea? It's so childish."

Xion sneered at him, ignoring the cold-faced student council president, and slowly walked up to Raphael, who had turned into an ordinary person and was unwilling to continue lying down, standing upright.

"Answer my question, Rafis, is your alliance really studying necromancy?"

"No!" He answered resolutely.

"I trust you!"

Warfitt sneered and said, "Believe him. You, a loser, don't have such qualifications. Don't forget, you and Rafis established the alliance together to study necromancy. You are also suspected." As he said this, he

While glancing at Zhuang Mingge with a hidden look, he said, "You are all suspicious."

"If this is your capacity, it's too disappointing." Xion turned around and chuckled, his tongue cutting hard on Warfitt's body like a blade, walked to the edge of the stretcher, and looked at Rui

Te's face said: "I know better than you why this member of the Alliance dropped out of school. What I'm curious about is why he fell into your hands."

"An abnormality has occurred in the student union, and it is normal to start an investigation." Hua Feit didn't want to answer, but for the sake of his own plan, he still suppressed his disgust and answered.

Xion sneered and said: "Rhett fell into your hands, and then something like this happened. Can I suspect that you are studying necromancy and want to frame it and blame it on the Alliance?"

"Slander, stop spitting here." Hua Feit was so angry that he even wanted to teach him a lesson, but as soon as he took a step, he saw Zhuang Mingge walking to Xiang's side.

Warfit was extremely afraid of the magic power that was so huge that he had no resistance. He guessed that such good luck would not happen again, but the fear in his heart still made him stop teaching Sion.

What if it happens again?

He felt that he had never been so frustrated.

"Sion, you seem to have forgotten that this matter was admitted by Sith himself. He is the vice-president of the Alliance, second only to Rafis, and is fully aware of the dirty things of the Alliance."

"That might be a lie," Xion said.

Hua Feite sneered and said: "You are getting better and better at lying. I don't have extra time to tangle with you. There must be an explanation for the matter of necromancy and ghosts!"

"Yes, there must be an explanation. I believe Rafis!"

"You are on the same team, how could you not protect each other?"

"Then let the dean make the decision. The dean is the Golden Mage. Let him open the memories of Rafis and Sith and determine who is lying, Rafis or Sith!"

Xion made a suggestion.

Hua Feite's face changed slightly and he said calmly: "There is no need to alarm the dean about this matter!"

"This matter must be personally handled by the dean. You want to expel all mixed-race children. This is completely inconsistent with the founding philosophy of Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy. Your actions have shaken the foundation of the academy. The dean must be personally involved.

ruling, judgment.”

Xion didn't give in an inch, staring coldly at Warfit.

Zhuang Mingge's heart moved, and he said loudly: "Whether it is a pure-blooded child or a mixed-race child, you all know the horror of necromancy magic and the horror of ghosts. This matter must be personally handled by the dean, and the dean must personally examine Rafis."

memory, to determine whether he studied necromancy, to determine how many people were involved, and to determine how many people learned necromancy."

Speaking of this, his voice was low and firm,

"For the innocence of our mixed-race children, and for the lives of your pure-bloods!"

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Chapter completed!