Douluo: God-level cheat, invincible as soon as you get out of the mountain

Six months passed in the blink of an eye.

Just like in the original story, Mo Fan was able to cast the initial stage of the lightning seal in just half a year.

Winter break is over.

The new school year has arrived as scheduled.

Tang Yue, the mature woman famous for "sacrificing herself for a gentleman" in the original work, will also be coming to Bocheng Magic High School to provide professional guidance on magic practice courses.

Tianlan Magic High School.

In the teacher's office.

Fu Ye leisurely sprayed the dead with pesticide.

Before he could even continue his journey through the canyon...

When she looked up, her eyes met a pair of magenta eyes.

"You must be the new practical training instructor the principal mentioned for our class."

"I have to say I've long been tired of working with an old man, and you've come at just the right time."

Fu Ye put down his collection and sat in the armchair, carefully examining Tang Yue.

at the same time.

Tang Yue was also sizing him up.

According to a secret report her uncle received from higher-ups.

She learned about the seemingly harmless young man in front of her.

In fact, it is a terrifying entity that can wipe out the entire upper echelons of China at any time.

Their strength must be at least at the level of forbidden spells.

According to her uncle Tang Zhong's description, the other party was a terrifying being who single-handedly overthrew all the high-ranking officials of China.

Only the presiding judge, who controls the peace and security of important regions, is qualified to know about such matters.

According to the instructions from above, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to deliberately approach him.

She came to Bo City this time to investigate the whereabouts of the Black Vatican.

Observing Fu Ye up close was actually a side effect of the situation.

"Um, my name is Tang Yue, a mid-level level two fire mage. Please take care of me in the future."

She smiled and extended her hand to introduce herself.

The faint scent of gardenias wafted over from her.

She quickly changed the subject and started talking about Fu Ye.

"I heard that Teacher Fu is already a mid-level level three ice mage at the age of nineteen? He is truly young and promising."

He saw Tang Yue taking the initiative to approach him.

Fu Ye knew that the other party had most likely learned of his identity through his relationship with Judge Tang Zhong.

Looking at her posture, as if she wanted to offer herself up to the tiger.

He suddenly realized that the two-person configuration in this office seemed quite good.

"They're just empty titles,"

"Teacher Tang Yue, you flatter me."

An afternoon at Bo City Magic High School.

Fu Ye leaned back in his chair, a wisp of icy blue air swirling between his fingers.

Sometimes it condenses into a thin, six-pointed frost flower, as thin as a cicada's wing, and sometimes it spreads out silently.

It takes away the restlessness of a small area around it.

This is a skillful use of low-temperature control.

It was a little trick he used to pass the time during his meditation breaks.

There was a gentle knock on the door, which was then pushed open.

The first thing to be seen was a kraft paper document bag.

Next, there was a hand holding the bag.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and clean, with a healthy pale pink hue.

Then, the figure fully entered.

Tang Yue carried the slightly cool scent of the corridor outside.

There's also a very faint one.

It smells like the delicate fragrance of gardenias after the rain.

It spread quietly.

She wore a fuchsia knit sweater today.

It perfectly outlines the curves of the upper body.

She wore a smoky gray knee-length skirt.

His calves are straight.

She was wearing a pair of low-heeled, low-cut shoes.

Her hair was loosely tied back.

A few stray hairs fell around her neck.

She swayed slightly as she lightened her footsteps.

She looked up, her gaze sweeping across half of the office. Finally, it landed on Fu Ye.

Those eyes were bright, with a hint of a newcomer's scrutiny.

And a subtle, almost imperceptible sharpness befitting a mid-level mage.

"Teacher Fu Ye?"

She spoke.

The voice was clear and crisp, and the speaking speed was neither too fast nor too slow.

It sounded pleasant. She walked to the empty table opposite Fu Ye.

She put down the file bag, then turned around to face Fu Ye with a smile.

"Oh? Does Teacher Tang Yue need my help?"

The frost between Fu Ye's fingers melted silently.

Tang Yue seemed somewhat surprised by Fu Ye's question.

He sat in his seat somewhat awkwardly.

I chatted with him while tidying up my desk.

"I've heard the principal mention you,"

As she neatly arranged the books on the corner of the table, she casually remarked, "A nineteen-year-old mid-level level three ice mage is considered top-tier even in universities in Shanghai or Beijing. Why would you choose to teach at a high school?"

A slight smile appeared on Fu Ye's lips.

His gaze fell on her as she leaned slightly forward.

A delicate collarbone is faintly visible below the neckline of the knitted sweater.

He quickly looked away and gazed at the clouds outside the window.

“Guess,” he replied briefly.

"Ah, this." Tang Yue's expression froze.

Because she was nervous.

The chair legs made a slight sound as they rubbed against the ground.

"I actually find dealing with young people quite interesting. Although it can be a headache at times."

She twisted open the teacup, blew on the steam rising from the rim, looked up at him, and her eyes still held a smile.

However, the hidden meaning seemed to have deepened a little.

“Especially young people like Teacher Fu…”

“Special?” Fu Ye’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Young, highly skilled, and good-looking,"

Tang Yue spoke directly, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before her smile deepened, "Yet you choose to stay in such a 'quiet' place. Isn't that special?"

The probing meaning in those words was quite obvious.

Fu Ye met her gaze, and the two stared at each other for about two or three seconds.

The air in the office seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Teacher Tang Yue,"

Fu Ye suddenly spoke, his voice softer than before.

It even carried a subtle tone, almost imperceptible, somewhere between serious and casual.

"You're also interested in peace and quiet?"

Tang Yue paused almost imperceptibly in the hand that held the thermos, then took a sip of water and put the cup down.

"It depends on the situation."

"Oh?" Fu Ye leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table with his fingers interlaced.

As the saying goes, emptiness is form, and form is emptiness.

As he spoke, Fu Ye slowly conjured an ice-blue laurel flower at his fingertips.

"I wonder how much Teacher Tang Yue understands this statement?"

Fu Ye's words carried a hint of provocation.

Tang Yue was stunned after hearing his words.

God the hell, emptiness is form, and form is emptiness.

She came here to complete a mission, not to "sell herself".

Think of this.

Tang Yue was genuinely hesitant to chat with Fu Ye in the same office.

For a strongman like him, pinning her down on the table to play pool would be incredibly easy.

"Teacher Tang Yue, you haven't answered my question yet."

Fu Ye's words immediately brought Tang Yue back to reality.

Just as Tang Yue came to her senses...

Fu Ye was already sitting down beside her.

His left hand was already comfortably wrapped around her waist.

"Teacher Tang Yue, it is very impolite not to answer other people's questions."

"Or is it that you, Teacher Tang Yue, are approaching me to achieve some other purpose?" (End of Chapter)