"No, we can't do it, we've tried it." After a brief silence, President Alves shook his head and said, "Anger, your confidence is great, but the truth is that we haven't done it. This is not what we can do, nor is it you can do it."

After saying that, he turned around and chatted with a group of members of the Macao Macao Macao to discuss how to assist in the formation of a new Macao Macao.

Some were indignant, some were helpless, and some complained. The scene was hot. But no one paid attention to Angel's suggestion just now.

Angel could only stand quietly. After a while, he stepped back step by step until he left the crowd and turned around and left.

Moshalili, who was a little panicked, followed closely behind.

...

The mottled spots that sprinkled from the canopy of the sacred wood shone on the Magic Academy, and the angle slowly changed.

Everything is in chaos.

Flowerbed outside the administrative building.

Angel stood quietly with his hands crossed his hands, turning his face to the third floor of the administrative building.

Through the corridor window, he could clearly see a group of vascular committee members crowding there, still fiercely arguing.

"I think we can do it." Angel's words were filled with a hint of anger.

"But we really can't do it. We've tried it every day in the past month. The results are getting worse and worse." Moshalili blinked at Angel: "I can't even go back to the dormitory."

Looking at Moshalili, Angel said coldly: "There are many ways, but they are not willing to try."

"Well...what are you referring to?"

"Weapon. Why not solve the problem with force?"

"Martial power... isn't it good?" Mosha Lili said hesitantly: "That's a violation of school rules."

"Look at your surroundings, are there any school rules?" Angel asked, "Why are they the only ones who can violate school rules, but we can't?"

"Because we are the defenders of school rules..."

"That was before. When school rules no longer maintain us, we don't need to maintain them. In extraordinary times, extraordinary means must be taken."

As the maintainer of the school rules, he said in person that "there is no need to maintain the school rules"... To be honest, Moshalili was a little shocked. But she refuted unintentionally, just blinked her eyes and looked at Angel carefully.

Angel still stood quietly, looking a little angry, half-squinted as if thinking about something.

The two of them stood quietly in the flowerbed.

Perhaps because it took a little longer, the atmosphere was a little awkward. Mosha Lili whispered: "Actually... after you won last time, no one would accept the duel. So even with force, it would not be solved. They are just a group of poor students and cannot beat others. Once they lose, it may be even worse."

Angel glanced at Moshalili and said coldly: "Then replace all the bad students."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Moshalili was still standing there, staring at Angel's back blankly.

"Have you really thought of a solution?" the devil asked after Angel.

"Probably, right."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Although they call you a 'genius', there are actually many magic apprentices in the academy who can beat you. Especially those in the senior year. If you wait until you are almost graduating, I believe you can surpass all magic apprentices, but it is definitely not possible now."

"I know, but I have other ways. Since I already know that it is not a one-on-one fight, then follow the rules of group fights." Angel replied lightly.

...

"We must first announce this news so that all students know that there is such a thing. Then... and let them vote. The person with the highest votes will become the president of the new Macao Council. He will organize the new Macao Council and we are responsible for assisting. Everyone can run for the election. Yes, this is our suggestion." After that, President Alves pursed his lips and smiled.

"Isn't that exactly the same request as the one named Guerr made to you some time ago? I was watching upstairs at that time." Bernis asked expressionlessly.

"Uh..." Alves shrugged awkwardly: "I don't deny that the practice is similar to what he proposed."

"Then how do we make sure that he can perform our requests well?"

"You hold the funds, and for the sake of the funds, they will definitely listen to you. And we will state that the Academic Affairs Office has absolute discretion over the New Maritime Management Association."

"But he was elected through student voting, and students also have 'discretion' over him. How do you ensure that the students do not want to continue to mess around, but that they simply follow the students' wishes?"

Hesitating, Alves replied: "We can't guarantee this. But... if this happens, you can remove him from his position."

"Ha." Bernis smiled: "You asked the magic apprentice of the whole school to select a president of the Macao Management Association, and then I will remove him from his post? Do you want me to become a public enemy of the whole school? This plan doesn't work, change it."

Alves sighed helplessly.

...

Just when Alves' plan was rejected by Bernice, Angel had already begun to act.

"Your matter does sound interesting, but you want me to bring my people to you... It sounds unreliable. Everyone just wants to make money, not want to be a public enemy of students, nor do they want to spend too much time affecting their studies. After all, we are not here to make money, but to study, right?" said the burly and unkempt "school foreman".

Angel's eyes flashed slightly, and he recited the spell, and a faint magic power floated towards the opposite side.

"Uh...what did you do just now?" The foreman was stunned for a moment.

"What did I do? I did nothing." Angel denied.

"You seem to have cast a spell on me."

"No, no, what method can I use on you?" After taking a deep breath, Angel said: "Let's go back to our question. You are right, the important thing is learning. But it is undeniable that silver beans are very important. With silver beans, you can buy magic materials, and experiments can speed up the progress of learning. If controlled well, it will also be helpful for learning. The subsidy this time is very high. Maybe you should consider it carefully."

"Well... I'll consider it." The foreman frowned and said with a smile: "I don't know why, but my interest in your suggestions has increased suddenly. Although I actually don't agree with it. This is different from part-time jobs outside the school, and everyone doesn't want to get too much trouble. Of course, I will still consider it, and I will consider it carefully."

"Okay, then please be sure to think about it seriously." Angel nodded with a smile.

When she left, Angel heard the foreman muttering something: "Why am I interested in this suggestion? It's strange."

"Did you cast a spell on him?" the devil asked Angel.

"Yes." Angel nodded: "A little hypnosis will increase his favorability for me and for the suggestions I made."

"But he refused."

"Because of interests, hypnosis cannot overcome the objective interest problems." After thinking about it, Angel continued: "Maybe we can consider starting with interests."

...

"Give me the whole piece of cake? Are you serious?" The short material dealer looked at Angel suspiciously.

"Yes, of course, it's not without a price." Angel said seriously: "First, you have to mobilize all your resources to support me. Then, I have to divide all the sales."

"Well... this sounds great. I have no problem with the rest, but... this should be called monopoly? Monopoly can generate high profits, but monopoly can also lead to resistance. How do you solve the complaints of others?"

"If we have to suppress, why not suppress it more thoroughly? If we are to force the restoration of order, then our opponents are almost every magic apprentice. If we succeed, they are all losers. We are just sharing the interests of the losers."

The material dealer looked at Angel in a daze. After a while, he smiled and said with a smile: "I agree, I am very willing to support you. But the premise is that you let me see the hope of success. As long as you let me see the hope of success, I will do my best. There are many people who can help me distribute, and I can let them all support you. As for the short-term support, it is even more inevitable. But the same thing is true, you have to let me see the hope."

"You'll see." Angel replied with a smile, then rushed to another meeting.

"Hahaha, this idea is good." The devil screamed in excitement: "You have begun to break through the taboos and use your power for personal gain! We can package and sell all the authority of the new Macao Council president before taking office! However, we must solve one of the most basic problems, that is, the first step, how to make them believe that you are possible?"

"Yes, so we have to find the most uneasy and most depressed people. They have nothing to lose." Angel replied.

...

In a blink of an eye, Angel had arrived at a flower bed east of the college.

Compared to other messy places, this flowerbed is relatively quiet. There is only one person.

A handsome young man wearing retro clothes and holding a guitar was singing gently. The technique was perhaps the most skillful thing Angel has ever seen, and his singing was also melodious and beautiful.

Whenever he plucked the strings, wisps of light floated into the air, flying around him like a flower elves, leaping around him. The picture had an indescribable beauty.

However, the singing was sad.

This is the former president of the Music Magic Association, Ivan, who was jointly killed by the Midnight Peak Singing Association and the Midnight Peak Singing Association.

Angel stepped into the flower garden, hesitated for a moment, retreated, and then pretended to applaud: "It sounds so nice, not only good, but the picture is full of beauty. It's not comparable to those guys singing at midnight."

As he said that, Angel had already sat beside Ivan.

Ivan stopped his hand that was plucking the strings, looked up at Angel slightly: "Who are you?"

"Anger." Angel replied with a smile.

"Maybe we can add something to enhance each other's favor." The devil whispered: "The down-and-out people need comfort the most."

So Angel added: "I am your fan."

"Are you my fan?" Ivan seemed a little surprised.

"Yes, of course. Everyone who has heard you sing will become your fan." Angel had long since his lie.

"But you have been to the Midnight Singing Association?" As he said that, Ivan lowered his head again, plucked the strings on his own, looking melancholy.

"Uh... I've never been there."

"But you said they are incomparable to me."

"I don't have to go and know they are incomparable to you."

"Um...you're very smart." Yifan pursed his lips and smiled.

"Time is tight, let's start talking about the serious matters." The devil murmured in a low voice.

Then, Angel said: "I have a suggestion that the Academic Affairs Office is organizing a new stewardship committee, and I am going to be the president of the new stewardship committee. At that time, I want the Midnight Singing Association, whether on the top or at the foot of the mountain, to disappear forever. The Musical Magic Association is eternal orthodox. I promise you that I have the determination and confidence to do it. As long as you support me."

"How to support it?" Yifan was stunned for a moment and raised his head again.
To be continued...