Chapter 3: The Map on the Student ID

In the blink of an eye, the holiday time has passed, and Zhuang Mingge has noticed nothing.

This is the teaching building used by the first grade, which appears like a majestic palace from the West. It is entirely white and has more than 300 steps. At the top of the steps, there are four enormous circular arches open wide, welcoming students from all directions

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

The breakfast combination consists of milk and a sandwich. To be honest, Zhuang Mingge does not particularly like this pairing; he prefers soy milk and fried dough sticks. However, this is the West, and the various exotic buildings remind Zhuang Mingge that he has left his homeland and is studying in a foreign land

On the eighth floor of the palace-like teaching building, Zhuang Mingge found his classroom, Class 1Z

A peculiar roadmap gradually emerged in the blank space, accompanied by several lines of English text written below.

It is much better, but may I ask who you are...

From the moment my mixed-race identity was exposed, I could see the looks of those people on the street filled with such emotions, and even some extremists actually wanted to kill me

Maiya was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Indeed, you have completely forgotten. Open the last page of your student ID, read out your name and the place you wish to go, and you will see the map. This is something everyone in this academy knows, you know. Well then, good night"

Sleep

... ...

Yes, tomorrow is the day you return to school. I just wanted to remind you not to be late, as being late will result in a deduction of credits, which you really need.

Zhuang Mingge lay in bed, constantly reflecting on the events of the morning. He did not care who had saved him; it was not that he was heartless, but rather that there were more important matters at hand

There are also some facilities that require a fee, but it is not a monetary transaction; rather, it is based on credits

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

"Alright, Maya, may I ask what you need from me?"

Zhuang Mingge suppressed the urge to complain, staring blankly out the window, yet his mind was in a state of confusion

The next day, in the morning

Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Maia

As time passed, more and more people filled the classroom; however, everyone was the same, quickly turning away when their eyes met Zhuang Mingge's, as if they had not seen him at all. No one spoke to Zhuang Mingge, clearly indicating that he was isolated.

In the days that followed, Zhuang Mingge locked himself in his room, diligently searching through all the books in the room, hoping to find some clues.

Turning off the alarm music, Zhuang Mingge vowed that if he could figure out how this magical alarm clock operated, he would immediately replace this annoying music

Golden rays of light streamed through the window, casting a glow on the floor of the room. In the beams of light, one could seemingly see dancing dust particles. The alarm clock by Zhuang Mingge's bedside rang at the set time, playing a piece of music.

What on earth is going on

The identity of a mixed-race individual seems to be even less well-received than one might imagine

Around 7:20, Zhuang Mingge finished his breakfast, left the dormitory area, and waited at the bus stop by the main road at the entrance for the arrival of bus route 4.

If this point is not clarified, Zhuang Mingge will absolutely not venture outside, let alone appear in public.

"Wait a moment, just a second..." Zhuang Mingge hesitated for a moment and quickly called out to Maiya, who was turning to leave. "Is there anything else?" Maiya asked as she turned around.

When Zhuang Mingge entered the classroom, it caught the attention of several students, but they quickly shifted their gaze away, as if afraid of touching something dirty

Zhuang Mingge raised his head to gaze at the teacher

Get up, get dressed, wash up, the cold water soaks his face, the penetrating chill instantly dispels the lingering drowsiness, and Zhuang Mingge's spirit is suddenly invigorated. Dressed in a white robe, which is the uniform for first grade, there is a violet flower on the chest of the white robe, making him look quite handsome

In response to Zhuang Mingge's gratitude, Mai Ya revealed a refreshing smile, "It's nothing, this is all part of my job. It's getting late, you should rest early. Don't be late for your early start tomorrow."

Humans, when compared to this enormous teaching building, appear as terrifying as ants do to elephants

Evening, dormitory

Zhuang Mingge immediately eagerly took out his student ID after Mai Ya left and opened to the last page

The man wearing sunglasses displayed a look of surprise, "You don't even recognize me? It seems this amnesia is quite serious. Let me reintroduce myself, I am Maia, the dormitory administrator. If you encounter any difficulties or need assistance, feel free to contact me at any time"

He pronounced his name, "Yi Bailet, Class Z of Year 1"

Many people are already dining in the cafeteria of the dormitory. Zhuang Mingge found a good spot to sit down, ordered a breakfast, and quickly enjoyed today's meal, disregarding the peculiar gazes from those around her

At the Saint Laurent Private School of Magic, money holds no significance; academic credits are the only passport to everything. Without credits, one can be said to be unable to make any progress.

The identity of being a mixed-race individual is what matters most

However, the other passengers on the bus noticed Zhuang Mingge's long, jet-black hair and blue eyes, avoiding her and keeping their distance. Within a one-meter radius of Zhuang Mingge, there were no other passengers except for this blonde beauty who was engrossed in her book.

Is the identity of a mixed-race person really so unwelcomed?

The night before the end of the vacation, Zhuang Mingge, who was lost in thought in the room, suddenly heard a series of knocks on the door.

From the student handbook in the dormitory, Zhuang Mingge has come to understand the importance of credits. If a student’s credits reach zero, they will be automatically expelled. Currently, he only has a mere 10 credits, and just a few mistakes could lead to his expulsion

Upon reviewing the browsing history of the computer, it is astonishing to find that there is nothing incriminating at all

When it comes to one's own life, one must not be careless

The lecturer, with short red hair and a curvaceous figure, holding a teaching stick, walked into the classroom and scanned the room, immediately frowning in displeasure

Zhuang Mingge sat quietly in the back of the classroom, seemingly lost in thought, patiently waiting for the class to begin

Even the people in the classroom have biases against themselves

She said in a clear voice: "Welcome back"

As Zhuang Mingge got off the bus, he seemed to hear many passengers exhaling in relief, which added a layer of shadow to his journey to school

Although the room is also equipped with a computer, Zhuang Mingge has crossed over and has no memory of Barrett, so he does not know the address of the campus network

Yes, Mr. Maiya, although it is difficult to say, I have forgotten how to get to my class

Not only that, but even around Zhuang Mingge, no student dared to take a seat. Some people would rather squeeze in with others than sit next to Zhuang Mingge

In the end, she seemed to give up something, sighed, and said: "Yee Barrett"

Zhuang Mingge opened his eyes; the time was 7:00 in the morning

It is truly unbearable, this ridiculous music; the former owner of this body had such a heavy taste.

You have fallen in love with that fool, that fool does not want you, you are even more foolish than the fool

The structure of the classroom is tiered, ascending layer by layer. In the sparsely populated classroom, there are only a few students, as there is still some time before the class begins; most of the students are likely still on their way.

The pleasant sound of the class bell rang out, and almost at the very moment the last note faded, a beautiful teacher dressed in a female office lady outfit, wearing rimless glasses and with a somewhat serious demeanor, appeared

You are currently in the student dormitory, and there is still quite a distance to the destination you wish to reach. Perhaps you should take Bus Route 4, which will take you there quickly

By the way, many facilities at the Saint Laurent Private School of Magic are free, such as breakfast, lunch, and dinner, public transportation, amusement parks, textbooks, and so on

Ding ding dang dang

This is a blank page, with nothing on it

Unfortunately, there are indeed too few books in the room, only a mere three. One is the Student Code of Conduct, another is the Dormitory Regulations, and the last one is a Basic Course, none of which relate to my identity in any way. Even if I were to find notes by E. Barrett, they would only contain some magical problems and basic explanations, similarly lacking any mention of my mixed-blood identity.

This is what is referred to as a thoughtful little reminder, Zhuang Mingge sighed in exasperation

The bus slowly drove past gardens, forests, fountains, bridges, artificial lakes, and long rivers, among various buildings, ultimately stopping in front of a massive teaching building

Sitting beside Zhuang Mingge was a blonde beauty, her long hair cascading down to her waist, deeply engrossed in the book in her hands, completely unaware of Zhuang Mingge's arrival

Discrimination, aversion, and even hatred

Similar to the situation on the bus, except that the classroom is larger, and the empty seats around Zhuang Mingge are becoming increasingly spacious

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

What exactly is the situation

There are many ways to earn credits, such as through tasks issued by the college, through competitions among students, or by gaining the favor of teachers with excellent grades. There will always be a method to earn credits that suits you.

It is as if it has never been used since it was purchased

Please come in

Am I some kind of terrifying flood beast?

"What are you all doing?" She cast a displeased glance at everyone, her sharp gaze slicing through them like a knife. Zhuang Mingge even felt his skin sting as if pierced by her stare

Moreover, the last time I died, it was in a state of confusion. Having finally been reborn, I refuse to die without purpose again