Chapter 80 Riot
Lu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully: "Dui and Biero are both commoners, right? And Afro is a noble surname..."
Afro, a famous noble surname.
Unlike aristocrats like Klein who started out as rich nobles, the Avro family has an extremely rich history and heritage.
And Saman Afro is the most talented main bloodline of the Afro family in modern times, and is almost a foregone conclusion.
Even if he had to take sides, he shouldn't have chosen two civilians as deputy heads of the class.
Even if you don't want to appoint two nobles, the most appropriate option is to appoint a noble and a commoner.
It just so happens that the two deputy heads of the second grade have no background at all and are complete commoners.
But it is not entirely true to say that Saman betrayed his status as a great noble and completely stood on the side of the common people.
After all, whether it was the third-year prefects group composed of all commoners, or the fourth-year prefects group composed of all nobles, Saman's relationship with them was just average.
As for Saman, the second-year chief who had very individualistic ideas, he did not show any bias from beginning to end.
Lu Yi found it hard to believe that Saman was just a passer-by who was carried forward by the unspoken rules as he had just said.
"Saman Avro, however, chose two civilians as his deputies."
Lu Yi looked at Saman, with inquiry and pursuit in his eyes that he himself was not even aware of.
He was about to step into an invisible dark river, heading towards a dark and unpredictable road ahead, searching for a win-win solution that might not even exist.
"Whether someone is a passer-by should not be determined by one person. The unspoken rules are not absolutely unchangeable. If one year doesn't work, then two, three, or even decades."
However, Saman turned his head slightly and looked away to avoid Lu Yi's scorching gaze.
He lowered his eyes, stood up and walked to the tea table on the other side, slowly pouring himself a glass of water.
"Perhaps it's not just Braceside that needs to change." Lu Yi said softly.
Saman's action of pouring water trembled, and his sleeves were wet by the splashing water.
He looked up at Lu Yi and handed him another cup full of water.
"You have more ideas than I do." Saman smiled.
Lu Yi took the water and took a sip, "Naive thinking, I understand."
"Naive? I think that's even more valuable. Maybe you can really do it."
"Then I'll lend you my good words, Senior."
Saman raised the glass of water in his hand towards him, and then drank the water in the glass.
"You know the Twelve Seats, right?"
Lu Yi nodded.
"The twelve seats are distributed roughly 2442, with two seats for first-year students and fourth-year students, and four seats for second- and third-year students."
"Senior, are you talking about the changes in the twelve seats?" Lu Yi grasped the point in one second.
Saman nodded with a subtle expression.
“In my first year, I was automatically promoted to the 12th seat as the chief prefect. At that time, the other seat was nominated by a great nobleman from the academy.
"Although nominally it is recommended by the colleges - after all, the distribution of each college must be considered when selecting the twelve seats, but it is hard to say what is actually going on."
Samant shrugged.
"And now in the second grade..." He paused, "I am trying my best to help Dui and Biero get the two newly added seats."
Lu Yi did not ask about the chances of success because he saw that Saman's expression was not optimistic.
He then asked, "What is the current situation of the twelve seats?"
"Two nobles in the second grade, three commoners and one noble in the third grade, two nobles in the fourth grade, and the remaining four seats are temporarily vacant."
The pressure instantly fell on the two grade leaders who needed to fill in the gaps, Lu Yi and Saman.
"If I'm correct, once you get to the chief's office on the second floor, a fourth-year student will invite you to chat."
"Fourth grade?" Lu Yi said.
"Yes." Saman's expression became more subtle.
"Although it seems that the great nobles still have an absolute advantage, there is a third-year civilian leader in front of you and I, a second-year student who is out of control, behind you. As the new first-year leader, Lu Yi Klein, your choice is particularly important."
"Lu Yi, no matter what you think, just practice Tai Chi first. Those two chiefs are not easy to get along with."
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Just as Saman said, Lu Yi had just found the chief office on the second floor and hadn't even sat down on the sofa when there was a knock on the door.
After a brief conversation, Lu Yi walked with him to the higher floors of the building.
The motor staircase stops at the eleventh floor, the top floor of the Student Conference Building.
The man in the red school uniform stopped at the staircase and said apologetically, "Chief Klein, I am not qualified to enter the eleventh floor. You will have to go in alone."
Lu Yi nodded slightly and said, "I understand."
There are no independent rooms on the eleventh floor. All walls have been opened up to form a complete large space.
There are no unnecessary facilities in this large space, only a huge square table in the center.
There are twelve sofa chairs of various colors placed next to the square table, corresponding to the name tags of the corresponding grades on the table.
Lu Yi walked towards the table and chairs in the center.
There are twelve sofa chairs, and directly above them are two dark red chairs, one slightly in the center and one slightly to the side.
Further down, there are four white sofa chairs on the left and four black sofa chairs on the right. The end is similar to the arrangement above, with two gray chairs placed accordingly.
Eleven of the twelve chairs were empty at the moment, with only a man sitting on the dark red sofa chair in the middle.
The man's long dark blond hair was neatly combed behind his head, revealing his smooth forehead and majestic eyes.
He was wearing a dark robe, and on his right hand, which was placed on the table, were three rings. Two plain silver rings were worn on his index finger and little finger respectively, and on his middle finger was a ring inlaid with a huge red magic stone.
The name tag in front of him read "Fourth Grade Prefect: Cromwell".
Seeing Lu Yi walking up to him, Cromwell's right hand, which had been tapping the table from time to time, stopped completely. He pointed to the empty seat opposite him, as if he was either uninterested or suddenly interested.
"Louis Klein, that's your place."
He had a kind smile on his face, but his tone was light as if he meant something.
Lu Yi nodded slightly and sat down gracefully and calmly on the gray chair at the end.
There was also a name tag with words on it placed in front of him.
"First-year class leader: Lu Yi"
Lu Yi's gaze passed the blank name tag beside him and fell on the name tag in front of the white sofa chair in front of him on the left.
"Second-year prefect: Samantha"
There is also no surname suffix.
Seeing Lu Yi's eyes fall on the name tag, Cromwell spoke slowly.
"Are you curious why there are no surnames?"
Without waiting for Lu Yi to answer, Cromwell explained on his own: "Because there is no need."
"Most of the surnames of great nobles are long and complicated, and it is really troublesome to write them down."
Cromwell changed the subject, "And there is no need to write down the surnames of common people."
"No commoner ever seemed proud of his vulgar surname."
He spoke this with ease, as if he was not arbitrarily classifying people based on their surnames, but was just discussing today's weather.
Lu Yi's expression remained unchanged. He looked up at him with a very calm tone.
"I'm not actually curious."
Lu Yi looked straight at Cromwell, "No matter what the surname is, the signature only represents TA itself."
"Really?" Cromwell could not deny it.
"But I am a little surprised that you, a noble as well, would have such thoughts."
Lu Yi smiled and said, “Really?”
"Then you might be a little fussy..."
Cromwell gave a somewhat helpless smile.
"It seems that you and Saman have reached some agreement?"
Lu Yi asked in confusion: "What agreement? Do I need to reach an agreement with him?"
Cromwell frowned slightly when he heard this and looked carefully at Lu Yi's expression at the moment.
The confusion on his face was so real and natural, and there was a kind of arrogance in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows that came from being spoiled.
This almost cruel naivety made everything he said seem extremely logical, as if things were supposed to be as he said.
Did he really not reach any agreement with Saman? Was he really, as the outside world said, an arrogant nobleman with strong power and good looks but a wanton and flamboyant personality?
Cromwell had always heard that this first born was extremely handsome, and many people even privately spread rumors such as "the goddess of beauty has descended" and "the god loves her".
Cromwell scoffed at these statements, but when Lu Yizhen stood in front of him and looked at him straight with his crystal clear blue eyes.
He decided to retract his previous idea, and some radical measures that he was originally considering also quietly faded from his mind.
Cromwell glanced at Lu Yi's face. He wanted to take a closer look, but Lu Yi showed an impatient expression on his face.
"Do you have any doubts about what I said? Senior Cromwell? Chief?"
"Of course not, Lu Yi, and please just call me senior."
Lu Yi nodded to him modestly, "Senior."
Perhaps the Klein family is not as old as other old noble families, but its extremely rich family background attracts the attention of all noble families.
Lu Yi appeared calm on the surface, but he sighed silently in his heart.
On the surface, it seemed that the two were competing against each other with no difference in strength, but in fact, Lu Yi had a deeper understanding of the specialness of the aristocratic class.
The reason why he could stand here fearlessly today and confront Cromwell, the fourth-grade prefect and the central chief of the twelve seats, was not because of his unprecedented talent, nor his current rudimentary strength.
And it's just the family behind him, his noble surname Klein.
From a certain perspective, his victory at this moment even further proves his loss.
This realization made Lu Yi feel a little annoyed, and his patience in arguing with Cromwell was greatly reduced.
"But these are just insignificant little things. What did you originally want to talk to me about?" Lu Yi took the initiative and said.
"It's nothing, actually." Cromwell lowered his eyes and silently turned the ring on his middle finger.
He took off the ruby ring on his middle finger, leaving only two silver rings on his fingers.
Cromwell placed the ring next to his name tag, looked up at Lu Yi and spoke slowly.
"I just wanted to ask if there is anything the new headmaster doesn't understand, such as the choice of deputy headmaster."
"There is nothing I don't understand for now." Lu Yi's expression remained unchanged.
"What about the deputy prefect's choice?" Cromwell pressed.
Lu Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at him, "This should be my right."
The implication is that you have no right to interfere.
The two men faced each other silently, their eyes filled with a firmness that could not be ignored.
Lu Yi's complete lack of control caused the smile on Cromwell's face to gradually fade.
He could tolerate or even ignore Lu Yi's arrogant words, but he could not accept Lu Yi's complete loss of control.
This bad feeling reminded Cromwell of the conversation he had with Saman at the same time last year.
The top families are equally uncontrollable and equally evenly matched.
Then Saman picked out two civilians from the crowd as deputy prefects.
Cromwell's expression changed slightly, and the oppressive feeling of being a superior began to be released without any restraint.
The pressure from the fourth-level magician was like a surging tide that came overwhelmingly, and in just a moment, Lu Yi's originally stable magic power began to become restless.
Lu Yi pursed his lips and mobilized all the magic power in his body to resist Cromwell's pressure.
The huge gap spanning nearly four stages made Lu Yi's resistance like a kitten showing its claws in Cromwell's eyes.
Rather than a serious competition, this is more like a game where one side suppresses the other.
Cromwell consciously and gradually released his magic power, which caused Lu Yi's cheeks to turn pink.
Cromwell seemed to be pleased by the powder on his face, and the overwhelming magic showed a slight relaxation.
Lu Yi did not miss this moment of his trance. He quickly converted all the magic power in his body into fire magic power and attacked Cromwell at lightning speed.
"Blazing fire!" Lu Yi shouted in a low voice.
The pale flames swept over in an instant, and the sparks it created burst into flashing light.
Cromwell did not dodge but stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to take Lu Yi's attack with his bare hands.
Lu Yi's eyes flickered slightly.
What I am afraid of is cautious defense. Being so conceited and even completely defenseless is exactly what Lu Yi wants!
Everything was over in an instant.
The pale flame pierced straight through Cromwell's palms, burning his soul with a coldness as cold as a glacier.
Cromwell instantly felt a frost in his soul, followed by a burning sensation like fire.
For a moment, the burning sensation burned away all his thoughts.
But he quickly reacted and used his magic energy to force the flames back.
The awareness of the four major realms was enough for him to repel the attack from the trainee magician within a breath.
But even so, Cromwell was still struck by great shock.
He was actually injured by an apprentice magician? ?
Even though the actual damage caused to him by the attack was nothing, the wound remained on his body in an extremely real way.
It was just an attack from an apprentice magician.
Not to mention that he is now a fourth-level magician with extremely stable and powerful magic power. Even when Cromwell was a first-level magician, he had never been hurt by a small apprentice magician.
But such a ridiculous thing actually happened to him today.
The huge sense of absurdity and gap made Cromwell unable to react to what was happening before his eyes.
His mind was in a state of great confusion at this moment.
From now on, everyone in Braceside will know that he, a fourth-level magician, was actually injured by a small apprentice magician!
No, not only Bryceside, but even the entire Isaiah continent will spread it. He has always known the power of public opinion. After all, those stupid civilians only know how to spread rumors and have no ability to think at all!
This may be completely unacceptable to him.
Lu Yi, who was gasping for breath in front of him, suddenly changed his appearance.
The red at the corners of his eyes was no longer a desire that made people want to touch him, but a fire that was enough to burn a person's soul.
It was the sword that nailed Cromwell to the pillar of shame.
Cromwell's magic began to run wild.
The huge magical power, no longer suppressed, was sweeping violently in this space.
The square table was overturned and smashed heavily on the wall. Thanks to its high quality, even though the wall was slightly dented, the square table was still intact.
But the next second, the magic power splashed everywhere and nailed into the hard square table. In just a moment, the square table turned into powder and quietly dissipated into the air!
The twelve sofa chairs were immediately dismembered by the magic power running rampant throughout the room, and instantly turned into shattered fragments that exploded in all directions!
Fragments and magic aftershocks attacked him from all directions. Lu Yi forcibly mobilized the still dry magic power in his body to resist the magic fluctuations that were raging in the room.
The "Blazing Fire" just now drained all the magic power in his body. Now Lu Yi was completely unable to resist the riot of the fourth-level magician Cromwell.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Lu Yi's mouth, his brows were tightly furrowed, and even the blue veins on his forehead became particularly obvious because they were bulging.
The magic power has been dried up to the extreme.
The barrier he raised with magic power is about to break!
With the fourth-level magician's magic completely out of control and raging, he, an apprentice magician, would be torn to pieces in an instant!
Lu Yi gritted his teeth and prayed in his heart that someone would come and discover the tragic situation here soon!
He really didn't expect that Cromwell was so fragile inside.
If you say riot, then riot!
Is he dynamite?!
It was Cromwell who took action first, but now he is the one who broke through the defense!
Lu Yi's expression became more and more ugly, and he even cursed Cromwell in his heart for being crazy and bringing him along.
[“857! Come out and save me! If you don’t cheat, I’m going to die here today!”]
857 responded immediately and quickly selected several props for Lu Yi that were most suitable to solve the urgent problem.
Lu Yi spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly glanced at the props in front of him.
Just as he was about to buy the props, a calm voice suddenly sounded like thunder.
"Certainly."
The voice was light, but it penetrated all the rioting magic and noise and fell steadily into Lu Yi's ears.
Lu Yi's heart instantly calmed down at this moment.
All riots fell silent at this moment.
The flying seat debris all disappeared into the air. Because they disappeared so quickly, even the moment when they turned into powder could not be captured by the naked eye.
The rioting magic power seemed to be plunged into endless darkness and disappeared completely in just a moment, without any fluctuations at all.
Cromwell spat out a mouthful of blood, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground unconscious as if he had been seriously injured.
Lu Yi reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly turned his head.
It's like a slow motion freeze.
His eyes met with Ares, who was dressed in a black robe.
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