Full-Time Magister: Rebirth of Mo Fan as the Primordial Evil Phoenix

After coming down from the back mountain, Mo Fan barely spoke a word the whole way.

The lights on the other side of the campus were still on, and there were still a few people scattered around the playground. From a distance, it looked no different from usual. A breeze blew by, carrying the smell of grass, wood, and dust, and even the light coming from the windows of the teaching buildings seemed lazy.

But the more this happened, the more tense he became.

In his past life, he knew nothing, and by the time he realized what was happening, many things had already come crashing down on him. But this time is different. Now that he had caught wind of things beforehand, he couldn't just stand by and watch Xin Xia and Mo Jiaxing stay in Bocheng.

Send the person away first.

Put everything else aside; this matter must be dealt with first.

When Zhang Xiaohou returned to the dorm, he was still awake, rummaging through his messy belongings on his bed. Hearing the door open, he asked without looking up, "Brother Fan, what did Teacher Tang Yue want with you?"

"I asked about some training-related things." Mo Fan casually closed the door. "Nothing much."

"Really nothing?" Zhang Xiaohou looked up at him. "Hehe, I thought Brother Fan had gotten into some trouble again and been arrested."

Mo Fan glanced at him: "Monkey, you've gotten bolder, huh? You dare to mess with your brother Fan now."

"No, no!" Zhang Xiaohou quickly waved his hand and said.

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't reply. He walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, rested his arms on his knees, and stared at the ground for a while.

It's definitely not right to say directly that something bad is going to happen in Bocheng.

Let alone Mo Jiaxing, anyone would think he's delirious after hearing this. Xin Xia might believe it, but what happens after she does? He can't just reveal everything about the Black Vatican, demons, and the collapse of the barrier all at once.

It's hard to explain, and it's impossible to give a satisfactory answer.

But if it's just an excuse to "go out and clear your head," Mo Jiaxing probably won't even bother to listen.

We need to find a plausible excuse.

Mo Fan sat for a short while before suddenly getting up.

"Monkey, I'm going home."

Zhang Xiaohou was taken aback: "Now? It's so late."

"I need to take care of something."

"Should I go too?"

"Go to hell, go to sleep."

Mo Fan finished speaking and left.

The streets were much less crowded at night, and most of the roadside stalls had closed up, leaving only a few with their small lights still on. Mo Fan walked quickly, his mind racing, while simultaneously complaining that he was thinking too slowly.

It should have been done a long time ago.

It shouldn't have been delayed until now.

The house was sold because he went to magic high school, and Xinxia is temporarily staying at her aunt's house. Mo Jiaxing will occasionally come here to stay one night.

When he pushed open his aunt's door, the living room light was still on. Xin Xia was sitting on the sofa, a thin blanket covering her legs, a book open on her lap. Hearing the noise, she looked up, glanced at his expression, and then softly called out, "Brother Mo Fan."

"Still not asleep?" Mo Fan changed his shoes and walked over to sit down next to her.

"Wait for Dad to come back." Xinxia closed the book and put it aside. "Why did you suddenly come back today?"

"Of course I miss my Xinxia," Mo Fan said, reaching out and casually pulling the blanket up her legs.

Xin Xia looked down at his hand, and after a few seconds asked, "What happened?"

Mo Fan chuckled: "You ask this as soon as I get back?"

"If you're acting the same as usual, I won't ask."

Mo Fan didn't respond immediately.

The living room wasn't big, and the light was a bit old, casting a yellowish glow. A bit of paint was chipped off the corner of the table, and next to it sat a cup that Mo Jiaxing hadn't had time to put away that morning. Mo Fan stared at the cup for a while, then suddenly said, "Why don't you go to Shanghai with Dad?"

Xinxia looked up: "Now?"

"Within the next two days, the sooner the better."

Why?

Mo Fan rested his elbows on his legs, rubbed his knuckles with his head down, and then spoke: "You can't keep dragging your legs like this. Bocheng is only so big, and we've tried almost everything we could. Go to Shanghai and see if you can find a more suitable doctor."

He paused after speaking, then added, "Our dad hasn't left Bocheng many times in recent years, so it's a good opportunity to take you out for a stroll."

Xinxia didn't say anything, just quietly looked at him.

Mo Fan wanted to say a few more words, but when he looked up and met her gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Xinxia knows him too well.

If he really only came back to discuss his leg, he wouldn't have looked out the window the moment he entered, and he certainly wouldn't have been unable to sit still.

"Brother," she said softly, "you're not in such a hurry because of this, are you?"

Mo Fan leaned back, looked up at the ceiling, and remained silent for a long time.

Some words are stuck in my throat; I'm desperately anxious, but I can't utter a single one. To tell the truth would be too outrageous, and to lie wouldn't be convincing.

After a long while, he said in a low voice, "Things haven't been peaceful outside lately."

"What's it to you?"

"A little."

"Is it dangerous?"

Mo Fan turned to look at her, his smile a little forced: "Don't ask such detailed questions, it'll be even harder for me to make up a story."

Xinxia wasn't swayed by his words. She simply gripped the edge of the blanket tightly and whispered, "So that means you're pregnant."

Mo Fan looked at her, and finally reached out to ruffle her hair: "Don't worry about me for now. It'll be much easier for me if you go out with Dad."

"Are you afraid something will happen to us, or are you afraid we'll be a burden to you?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan paused in his actions.

He stared at Xinxia for two seconds, then suddenly laughed: "You're getting harder and harder to fool these days."

Xinxia's eyes crinkled slightly, but she didn't actually laugh.

"So I guessed right, didn't I?"

Mo Fan didn't answer directly, only saying, "Listen to me, let's go first. As long as you're on my side, things will be much easier with Dad."

Xinxia was silent for a moment, then nodded gently.

"it is good."

Mo Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the sound of a key clicking in the lock at the door.

Then, the door was pushed open.

Mo Jiaxing entered the room carrying an old cloth bag, his cuffs still dusty, and his shoes made a "crack" sound on the floor tiles. He put the bag on the table, and a few coins inside clinked together.

"Still not asleep so late?" he muttered as he bent down to change his shoes. "Xinxia, ​​don't sit like that for so long. Mo Fan, what are you doing back here again?"

Mo Fan's lips twitched slightly: "Nothing, I just missed you?"

"Stop being sarcastic." Mo Jiaxing straightened up, casually draping his coat over the back of the chair. "Have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

"After you've eaten, just stay put and don't disturb Xinxia's rest as soon as you get back."

Seeing him busy, Mo Fan didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Dad, why don't you take Xin Xia to Shanghai?"

Mo Jiaxing paused in pouring water, turned around and looked at him: "What did you say?"

"Going to Shanghai to get my legs checked, and staying for a few days while I'm at it."

"What's wrong with you, kid? Going to Shanghai just like that? Free travel? Free hotel stay? Free medical treatment? You make it sound so easy for you to ask."

"Dad, I have money."

"You're talking nonsense." Mo Jiaxing slammed his cup on the table. "Do you think I don't know what kind of money you have? It's enough for you to live on. Shanghai, my foot! Do you think you're going out shopping?"

Mo Fan had already guessed that he would react this way, and his expression didn't change much: "I recently wrote a novel with Uncle Luan, and the money I earned is enough for you guys to spend. If all else fails, I'll go kill a few more demons."

Mo Jiaxing's face darkened immediately. "You dare! You're not going to study anymore? You don't care about your life? You think you're so great now that you've learned a little something?"

Before Mo Fan could speak, Xin Xia softly called out, "Dad."

Mo Jiaxing turned to look at her, his tone immediately softening: "Don't interrupt, let me find out what this kid is up to this time."

"I didn't have any ulterior motives," Mo Fan said, suppressing his anger. "I just wanted you to go out for a bit."

"What do you mean by 'go out for a bit'?" Mo Jiaxing stared at him. "Explain yourself clearly."

Mo Fan pressed his tongue against his cheek, suppressing his agitation: "Xinxia's leg really needed to be checked elsewhere. You've been running around Bocheng for so many years, has it helped? No. So why not try your luck in Shanghai?"

"Take your chance? That depends on your family's circumstances." Mo Jiaxing frowned. "You think a trip to the hospital and getting an appointment is all it takes? Where will you stay? What will you eat? Have you even considered the round-trip transportation costs? I still have work to finish, how am I supposed to get there?"

"Can we put the work aside for now?" Mo Fan's voice was a little hard. "It's been so many years, do you really have to tie yourself to this little patch of land?"

"You make it sound so easy!" Mo Jiaxing retorted, getting a little angry. "Don't you know who usually earns the money in this family? You just leave like that? How are we supposed to live after this?"

The air in the living room suddenly became tense.

Mo Fan pressed his hands on his knees, his knuckles turning white. He had originally intended to speak calmly, but as soon as he got to this point, the anger and urgency in his chest surged up.

It's always like this.

The same thing happened in my previous life. I always thought about waiting, taking it easy, and making arrangements, but what I ended up with was the sky falling down.

"Dad," he stared at Mo Jiaxing and said, word by word, "This time you listen to me, take Xinxia away first."

Mo Jiaxing was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected Mo Fan to speak to him in such a tone.

"What's your rush?"

Mo Fan opened his mouth, but all the prepared remarks became meaningless. He lowered his head, wiped his face, and when he looked up again, his voice was very low: "Just consider it me being stubborn this time, okay?"

"Don't ask anything else yet."

"Let's go first."

After hearing these words, Mo Jiaxing stared at him for a long time, and the anger on his face gradually subsided a little, but his brows furrowed even more deeply.

At this moment, Xinxia spoke softly, "Dad, I want to go and see too."

Mo Jiaxing turned his head: "You're going to follow his reckless behavior too?"

"It's not reckless." Xinxia shook her head. "My leg problem has been dragging on for too long, and what my brother said is right. If I can really go this time, I'll go."

"Can--"

"Besides, don't you always say that you've asked everyone you can in Bocheng?" Xinxia looked at him, her voice gentle yet steady. "We can't just keep doing nothing because it's troublesome."

Mo Jiaxing was speechless as she kept silencing him.

He could scold Mo Fan, but he could never bring himself to speak harshly to Xin Xia.

Mo Fan sat to the side without saying a word. If he interrupted at a time like this, they would probably start arguing again. Xin Xia was more talkative than him, and she was also better at touching on Mo Jiaxing's softest spot.

Sure enough, Mo Jiaxing's tough stance softened a little, but he still insisted, "Even if I really have to go, I need to arrange what I'm doing first. There's no need to rush and just leave."

"No need to wait," Mo Fan immediately replied.

Mo Jiaxing suddenly looked at him: "What do you mean by 'not waiting'?"

"Leave in the next couple of days, the sooner the better."

"Mo Fan!"

The sound was so deep that no one in the living room responded.

Mo Fan's Adam's apple bobbed. He turned his head and stared at the chipped enamel mug on the table. After a long while, he whispered, "Dad, I wasn't arguing with you."

"You can take it as me begging you or forcing you, but just take Xinxia out first."

"I'm not comfortable leaving him here."

Mo Jiaxing looked at him, his eyes gradually changing.

He knew this kid's character all too well. He was always rude, loved to talk nonsense, and would act like nothing happened even when he got into trouble. When had he ever spoken to him in such a tone?

He didn't talk back or act tough; instead, he seemed genuinely confronted by something.

Mo Jiaxing remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "Did you run into some trouble outside?"

Mo Fan paused, not continuing the conversation, and simply said, "I can handle it myself."

"You're not going to handle this, my foot," Mo Jiaxing muttered under his breath, his voice no longer as harsh as before. "Your wings haven't even fully grown, yet you've already learned to shoulder the burden yourself."

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth but didn't say anything.

The old wall clock ticked away, its click-clack making the room even quieter.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mo Jiaxing finally let out a sigh of relief, as if admitting defeat, and waved his hand: "Alright, go."

Mo Fan relaxed slightly and immediately replied, "Then we'll buy the tickets tomorrow."

"You're really not being polite." Mo Jiaxing glared at him. "I have to ask for leave, pack my things, and sort out the medicine that Xinxia needs to take first."

"I'll collect it."

"Stop causing me trouble, get out of here." Mo Jiaxing was still cursing as he got up and walked into the inner room. "Where did you put your ID again...?"

As he spoke, he went to rummage through the cabinets, muttering to himself, "I need to ask about the hospital first, and where to stay is another matter... You little rascal, one word from you and the whole house is in chaos."

Mo Fan chimed in from behind, "I'll take care of these."

Mo Jiaxing didn't even turn his head: "You'd better really understand."

"able."

"Also, don't waste money."

"understood."

After Mo Jiaxing went into the inner room to rummage through things, the living room suddenly became quiet.

Xin Xia turned her head to look at Mo Fan, her voice very soft: "There really isn't much time left, is there?"

The smile on Mo Fan's face slowly faded.

He didn't try to brush it off like before; he just looked at her for a few seconds and nodded.

"Um."

Xinxia gently twirled her fingers along the edge of the blanket twice, then asked, "And what about you?"

"I have to stay here," Mo Fan said.

"I know," she said, looking at him. "But don't always try to fool me with that 'I can do anything' attitude. If things really don't go well, don't pretend you can."

Mo Fan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "You're getting better and better at managing me now."

"So, are you going to listen or not?"

"Listen." Mo Fan reached out and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry, I'm not that easy to get into trouble with."

Xinxia didn't say anything more, she just looked at him, her worry undiminished.

Mo Fan knew what she was thinking.

The more casually he spoke of it, the more serious the matter often was. But there were some things he simply couldn't say; saying them would be useless and would only cause her worry.

In the inner room, Mo Jiaxing was rummaging through the drawers, making a clattering noise, and occasionally asked, "Do you still have those medical bills from last time?" "Come early tomorrow, or you won't be able to find me again." "You also need to bring a warm coat for Xinxia; who knows what the weather is like in Shanghai."

As Mo Fan leaned back on the sofa and listened to these sounds, the tension that had been building up inside him finally eased a little.

At least we've made it this far.