"Teacher McGana once told me that Class 7 of Magic was preserved by the dean under great pressure. The meaning of its existence is to give us children of Eastern descent a chance to learn magic, so that we can realize our dream of becoming an excellent magician!" Chen Zhui's voice was loud and powerful.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhui's goose bumps suddenly got up. He thought that he was a top-notch poor student, and he was a distance of 100,800 miles from a serious thing like Dream!

Although he only relayed the original words of Teacher McGana, and although he knew in his heart that it was to ease the conflict between Magic Class 7 and other classes, he had to say these words, but after saying them, he felt a faint sense of shame. What happened?

This reminded Chen Zhui that when he first started elementary school.

In the first class, the teacher asked: Students, what is your dream?

Some children said: I want to become a spaceflighter!

Some children said: I want to be the richest man in the world!

Some children said: I want to be a big star!

Chen Zhui said: I want to be a salted egg superman!

When the teacher heard this, he felt that the opportunity to educate everyone was here: Students, you should learn from Chen Zhui. Dreams cannot only think of yourself, but also benefit others. Just like Superman of Salted Egg, he defended the earth and killed monsters away. This is the greatest dream!

Chen Zhui was anxious when he heard this: Teacher, didn’t you say that if you were a salted egg, there would be a lot of salted eggs to eat?

Thinking of this, Chen Zhui couldn't hold it in his arms and burst into laughter.

Damn! The students from Magic Class 7 suddenly felt that they were in a bad state.

No, brother, is it because you suddenly talked about such a serious topic? Why did you laugh first? Do you dare to be more unreliable?

Feeling the idiot-like gaze that came from all directions, Chen Zhui immediately put away his laughter. He cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, don't care about these details, you must understand the spirit and understand the spirit!"

Everyone withdrew their gaze and began to reminisce about what Chen Zhui said, but still felt that it was a bit fucked to rise to the height of "dream".

After all, dreaming is like underwear. You can’t just wear underwear. If you don’t wear it, it will leak, but you can’t be shiny when you wear it in public: Look, I’m wearing underwear!

Yes, in today's society, the word "dream" has been ruined by people. If you tell people what your dream is, it will definitely attract the other party's nonsense.

But the message conveyed by Chen Zhui's words still made them silent thoughtfully.

Although the students in Class 7 of Magic are still young and their magical talents are generally not as good as those of the Magic Continent, they are all selected from a hundred children in the human world. It is not easy to come to the Magic Continent to learn magic. It is precisely because it is not easy that they know how to cherish it more.

People say that children of poor people become their families earlier. Why do they become their families earlier? Because they are earlier than children of rich families, they can understand the difficulty of life better and cherish what they have.

Before coming to the Magic Continent, many students in Class 7 of Magic knew about the existence of the "Magic Bloodline Theory", so they had long understood that once they chose to set foot in the Magic Continent and choose to learn magic, what would they face?

However, they came still because they were holding a sense of energy and a sense of unyieldingness in their hearts. They wanted to compete with the unique Western children like the Magic Continent in magic cultivation!

Magic is not only love for them, but also a kind of backbone, something that proves their existence!

Therefore, they worked so hard to practice the Ming Cultivation, listened so seriously, and restrained their sharpness so carefully, and lived a life of endurance in the strange eyes of some Western blood students!

They are not convinced! Why is the Western bloodline superior? Why is the Eastern bloodline humbly?

Although Chen Zhui did not mention the severe situation of "magic bloodline theory", the students automatically linked this big background. They began to understand more about some heavy things behind their class, not only the four light words "Magic Class 7", nor the bronze class door number, nor the document approved for establishment.

Some people silently devoted their efforts and sweat to the survival of Magic Class 7 behind their backs.

"Look at it carefully," Chen Zhui continued, "In fact, our Magic Class 7 is not opposite to the students of Western descent. They do not owe us money, and we do not eat their rice. There is no deep hatred between us at all, so why bother with enemies? On the contrary, we have one thing in common, that is, we all like magic and want to be an excellent magician!"

The reason why Chen Zhui said this is to emphasize the commonalities between the two sides. He wrote them in the history textbook. The great man at the Bandung Conference once said that "seeking common ground while reserving differences" is the basis for success in negotiations and cooperation.

Whether it is students of Eastern bloodline or Western bloodline, their common point is that they like magic, and they are learning magic in the same place now.

His words came from a long way, and even the Western students sitting in the corner heard it, and they all looked up at Chen Zhui.

In addition to those stubborn people, most Western students are just deceivers of magical bloodline theory, hoping to find a little illusory sense of superiority from this unfounded theory.

The students in Class 7 nodded in deep emotion when they heard this. Although Chen Zhui didn't say it clearly, they all recalled and understood Chen Zhui's meaning: the theory of magical bloodline is just a game for upper-class people and has nothing to do with us students! There is no need to break the relationship for these inexplicable things.

Moreover, children from different bloodlines and backgrounds gathered together for the same magician’s dream. What a rare fate!

But more students watched coldly. They looked at Chen Zhui like fools, looked at these childish and ridiculous people, and sneered and ate on their own.

Xia Zhengyang sat quietly on the chair and shook his head, thinking to himself: Chen Zhui, Chen Zhui, you are too idealistic. This world is the prey of the weak, and this is even more so in the Magic Continent! What equality and harmony do you want is simply childish and ridiculous!

But Xia Zhengyang did not dismantle Chen Zhui's platform. He understood that Chen Zhui was considering the current situation for Magic Class 7, after all, he himself was a member of Class 7.

There are also people in the Magic Class 7 who have similar ideas to Xia Zhengyang. They think they have a deeper understanding of the situation in the Magic Continent and human nature than others.

Seeing that most people were not responding, Chen Zhui didn't say much, nor did he look angry, because he knew that the freezing three feet of ice would not be a day, and the concept of "magic bloodline theory" has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and it is far from being able to be removed by just a few words.
Chapter completed!