Nine a.m., Student Union Office.

"What are you kidding!!"

With such a roar, the anger of the student council president, Warfield Vincent, had risen to the point where it could not be stopped, and a huge amount of magic power swept out in an instant, like a terrible storm, instantly messing up the entire office.

Papers, chairs, tables, and books all spiraled in this terrible storm of magic.

Vincenzo leaned his back against the office door, almost suffocating, struggling to hold on to this terrible magic.

"President ......"

He struggled to speak, but the voice was completely conveyed to Warfit's ears, and the enraged Warfit hated almost all the half-bloods, and the magic storm became more and more intense.

"What are you doing crazy!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the direction of the sofa in the office, and a man wearing the uniform of the executive department of the student union stood up and looked at Warfield coldly, "If the madness is useful, then continue, if the madness is useless, then please stop, President!"

Warfield turned his head angrily and stared at the man who spoke.

The man stood straight, staring straight at Warfitt without fear, the storm of magic blowing through his hair, flying messily.

Valfit's pupils glowed with a golden glow, the effect of the magic power working to the extreme, and after a few seconds, the golden light gradually dimmed, and the magic storm stopped, and the furniture and books flying in the storm fell to the ground with a clatter, making the room a mess.

"I'm sorry, Silas, I was overdoing it. Warfit eventually calmed down.

He stretched out his hand a little, his lips squirmed, as if he was chanting some incantation, and a strange fluctuation enveloped the entire room, as if going back in time, and the messy room began to return to its original appearance in an orderly manner.

The paper that fell on the ground automatically flew away, stacked together, and placed on the upper right side of the desk, and the ink that had been sprinkled on the ground also flowed back into the ink bottle, flying to the upper left side of the desk, and the books automatically flew to the bookshelf in the corner, and the broken chair was pulled by an invisible force, glued together, and stood up from the ground and slid all the way to the side of the desk, where it was quietly placed.

In just a few seconds, the office was clean as if nothing had happened.

As the student council president sat in the chair under him, his hands on the desk, stacked on top of each other, supporting his chin.

"This time I was really bitten by them, those lowly half-breed dogs. ”

"It's you who underestimate the enemy, since you are the enemy, you shouldn't underestimate them, the lion treats his prey, even if it is a rabbit, he will go all out, not to mention that your enemy is a half-breed of the entire academy. ”

Silas seemed to say such things in a tone of lesson, but Warfield was not displeased, on the contrary, he nodded and said: "That's right, I underestimated the enemy, I didn't expect that group of people to have such a hand, re-election, although I don't think this will make me ousted, but after all, it is a shame." ”

Warfitt still had some resentment and anger in his heart, how should he think of himself if he let his father and eldest brother know that he was actually forced to such a point by a group of lowly half-breed children.

As soon as he thought of this, he was furious and wanted to kill all the half-breeds with one punch.

"Silas, hasn't your father come back yet?"

"No way, I asked him yesterday, and he said that he might have to postpone the time, and he would probably come back with the head of the house, and he couldn't help us anymore, so we had to rely on ourselves next. ”

The Saint Laurent Private Academy of Magic has a total of one president and two vice presidents. Silas's father was another vice president, which was the main reason why Warfield treated him differently than everyone else.

Of course, what is more important is Silas's scheming and strength, which is not worse than him.

Sighing, Warfield said, "Re-election...... Looks like you can take advantage of it, Vincenzo. His gaze fell on the white-haired man who had been waiting for a long time.

"I'm here, President!"

"I have a task for you that must be completed, you know?"

"Yes, even if I fight for this life, I will do what the president commands. Like a serious knight in the Middle Ages, said the silver-haired man.

"Very good, the specific situation is ......"

Two flowers bloom, one on each table.

The fact that the re-election had been recognized by the academy and that the voting was about to start this morning spread to the entire academy, and it immediately set off a twelve-level storm.

In the hundreds of years since the establishment of the private school of magic in Yves Saint Laurent, this measure to curb the excessive power of the student council president has been officially put on the table.

In the past, the student council president was conscientious, although there were several mediocre presidents, but it did not touch the interests of most students, so this rule always seemed to not exist, and even most students did not know that the college had such a rule, and now it was suddenly revealed, and the storm caused can be imagined.

The voting period is one week.

During the week, all students will vote at the various polling places set by the college, and can agree, veto, or abstain, depending on their preference.

On the contrary, it is also one of the best ways to test the prestige of the student council.

It was about 10 a.m., and polling places were finally set up.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, the quarantined mixed-race children appeared in droves at the polling place set up in the quarantine area and cast their votes.

At the same time, there were some ordinary students who showed up at the polling places set up elsewhere and gave their votes.

Until the end of the voting on the first day, the voting situation was immediately displayed on each student's student card, and three lines of numbers appeared on the blank page of the student card.

Re-election.

Number of consents...... 49,999 people.

Number of negators...... 13,348 abstentions...... 1340 people.

The result of this ballot surprised everyone, and no one expected that the number of people who agreed to re-election would outweigh the number of people who voted no, and although many people did not vote, such a result was indeed unexpected.

"49,999 people? Amazing, just amazing!"

At night, in the last room on the third floor of the old school building, William looked at the voting situation on his student ID card and shouted excitedly. "I really want to see what kind of face that stinky student council president is, it must be ugly now, ugly. ”

"You don't have to say yes twice, and William, do you really think we've won, it's just the first day of voting. Of the 300,000 students of the Saint Laurent Private Academy of Magic, only more than 60,000 students have voted, and a little more than 230,000 have not made a move. ”

Compared with William's excitement, Theon was much calmer, he looked at the bright moonlight outside the window with a calm expression, "If it goes on like this, we are likely to lose, lose in a mess." ”

Noah sat on his bed and said, "The president is right, the current situation seems to be powerful, but in fact it is a phenomenon created by our half-breeds with all their might, and once the student council fights back, the situation will not be so optimistic." ”

Zhuang Mingge rubbed his temples that had a bit of a headache and asked, "Sion, there should be many neutral students in the Saint Laurent Private Academy of Magic, is there a way to pull them over." ”

No matter where you are, there will be three factions for support, opposition, and neutrality, and it is impossible to defeat the student council with half-breeds alone, which has been clear from the very beginning of the voting, so it has become the key to action to win over the free neutrals.

Theon pondered, and said after a while: "Although there are some difficulties, but it is not impossible, in the Saint Laurent Private Academy of Magic, there are many societies, some large societies have tens of thousands of people, if we can win them over, our strength will undoubtedly increase greatly, and the more likely it is to defeat the student president." ”

Speaking of this, he pointed to himself and Zhuang Mingge, "It's a pity that you and I are both in quarantine and there is no way to leave here, otherwise we can talk to the presidents of these societies face to face." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to get out of here. Zhuang Mingge said disapprerovingly: "Don't tell me, you can't help it." ”

Theon smiled confidently, "I do have a solution, but I need your help, Mingge." ”

"Say it. ”

"It's a little hard to say, but in order for us to defeat the student council, please become a little white face who eats soft rice, Mingge. ”

Zhuang Mingge suddenly let out a puzzled sound, and looked at Xiang in a daze, not knowing why.

"What do you mean, Theon. ”

Theon grinned and asked suspiciously, "Did I express it badly?" ”

"No, you're saying it clearly, but you don't know what it means. ”

"What is the meaning of the meaning, just like the literal meaning, become a little white face, eat soft rice, and we can go out. Theon said with a sincere face.

"How is that possible!"

Zhuang Mingge absolutely didn't believe it, but Siang said that he confidently told Zhuang Mingge that as long as he did what he said, he would definitely be able to leave here.

So, the next morning.

Outside the old school building, Cherry Blossom Avenue in the first-grade school district.

"Then, come to me when you're done with your business, Mingge. Clea Curus smiled and said to Zhuang Mingge, who was full of gloomy face, and turned to leave.

It wasn't until she herself disappeared into Zhuang Mingge's vision that Zhuang Mingge bent forward in frustration and said bitterly: "The shame of a lifetime!"

Theon snorted a few times and kicked him, "Stop playing, is it so reluctant to date a beautiful teacher, you honest guy, and, hurry up, we're going to visit the largest club of the Saint Laurent Private Academy of Magic now." ”

(To be continued)