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

Chapter 35 Damn it, my hand is being controlled by a crayfish!

"Girls from big cities are definitely prettier," Mo Fan commented seriously, stroking his chin.

"What a scoundrel!" A cute JK girl walked past him, her eyes filled with disdain.

"Hey, who are you calling a hooligan?" Mo Fan was about to retort when the girl disappeared as soon as he turned around.

"Forget it, I'll just go home first," Mo Fan muttered, picked up his backpack, and headed towards the address Xin Xia had given him.

When the door opened, Xinxia was sitting in a wheelchair.

She wore a light-colored dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. The moment she saw Mo Fan, she seemed to be trying hard to suppress her emotions, but her eyes couldn't hide her joy.

"Brother Mo Fan!"

That shout instantly dispelled Mo Fan's fatigue from the journey.

"Hey, missed me?" Mo Fan came in, threw his bag on the ground, bent down and pinched her cheek. "You've gotten even prettier in just a few days. Shanghai is a pretty good place to grow up."

Xinxia brushed his hand away, her pretty face slightly flushed: "No way~~"

Suddenly, a noise came from the kitchen. Mo Jiaxing poked his head out with a spatula in his hand, saw Mo Fan, and was stunned for a moment.

"You brat, you didn't even tell me you were getting there."

He was cursing as he quickly walked out.

Mo Fan grinned: "I just wanted to give you a surprise."

Mo Jiaxing looked him up and down a few times, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "Sit down first, the food will be ready in a little while."

"No thanks, it's no fun eating right after we arrived." Mo Fan pulled his bag aside, walked behind Xin Xia, and put his hand on the wheelchair handle. "Xin Xia, want to go for a walk? I'll treat you to something good. You've come all the way to Shanghai, it would be a shame not to eat something decent."

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Xinxia turned to look at him: "Dad's almost done cooking. Let's eat at home. Eating out is a waste of money."

Mo Fan acted as if he hadn't heard her, and pushed her toward the door. "Dad, let's skip dinner for now. I'm taking Xinxia out for a treat."

Mo Jiaxing opened his mouth, but in the end shook his head: "Don't go too far, come back soon."

"understood."

Once I stepped out of the building, the streetlights were already on.

Mo Fan pushed Xin Xia forward. There were quite a few people on the road. He glanced at them and clicked his tongue.

"Wow, the quality here in Shanghai is pretty good."

Xinxia turned her head to look at him.

"That long-legged beauty is pretty good, and that one seems alright too," Mo Fan commented seriously. "But really, all of them combined can't compare to my Xiaoxin Xia."

Xin Xia rolled her eyes, which was uncharacteristic of hers: "Brother Mo Fan, can you be serious for once?"

"I'm being very proper," Mo Fan said confidently. "Besides, it's not illegal to look around. I'm just getting used to the big city in advance so I don't look like a country bumpkin later."

Xinxia suppressed a laugh: "You always have been like that."

"Hey, that's going too far." Mo Fan looked down at her.

"Then don't look around."

"Okay, I won't watch anymore." Mo Fan agreed quickly, then added two seconds later, "Hmph, she's not as pretty as my Xin Xia."

Xinxia didn't answer, trying to appear calm, but a slight blush betrayed her inner turmoil. The two walked along the street and finally stopped in front of a shop.

Several plastic tables were set up outside, and people were sitting both inside and outside the shop. The aroma of chili oil and garlic wafted on the evening breeze, making everyone's stomachs rumble. Several tables were piled with bright red crayfish shells, and people were putting on gloves and calling out to the owner to order more food, creating a lively atmosphere.

Mo Fan glanced inside and immediately decided, "This is the place."

Xin Xia tilted her head slightly to look at him: "Why?"

"Is that even a question?" Mo Fan said, looking like Di Renjie reincarnated. "The aroma wafts halfway down the street, and with so many people here, it can't be bad. Since we're already here, we should at least eat something decent."

As he spoke, he pushed Xinxia to a spot further inside and parked her: "Tonight you're in charge of eating, and I'll take care of peeling."

Xinxia looked at him, a slight smile curving her lips: "When did you become so caring?"

"I've always been able to, but I'm just too lazy to show it off." After saying that, Mo Fan turned around to order. "Boss, two servings of crayfish, one with garlic sauce, one with spicy sauce, a few side dishes, and two bottles of drinks."

Xinxia reminded them from behind, "Don't order too much."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Mo Fan waved his hand without turning his head.

Before long, he returned with food, and the table was quickly filled. Two large plates of bright red crayfish, one plate of golden garlic sauce, and one plate of glistening red spicy sauce, all steaming hot.

Xin Xia stared at the table, her eyes wide with disbelief: "Brother Mo Fan! You call this knowing what's what?"

"Isn't this just right?" Mo Fan sat down and casually unwrapped a pair of disposable gloves. "One for you, one for me."

Mo Fan smiled, put on gloves, and skillfully peeled open a crayfish, removing the head and shell, and put the whole shrimp meat into her bowl. "Try it, it smells delicious."

Xinxia looked down at the shrimp in the bowl and whispered, "You can eat it yourself."

"I'll eat mine, you eat yours." Mo Fan peeled another one, his tone casual. "I brought you out here, I can't let you struggle with the shell by yourself, can I?"

Xinxia didn't say anything, she just quietly picked up her chopsticks and ate.

Mo Fan ate quickly, clearly having barely eaten anything properly on the journey. He alternated between garlic and spicy sauce, his hands never stopping, while he joked, "Shanghai, to say nothing of anything else, really has some high-quality late-night snacks. If Bocheng had this kind of food, I'd gain at least two pounds."

Mo Fan spoke without batting an eye, peeling two more for her, "Eat more, you've lost some weight since you left."

Xinxia looked at the mountain of shrimp meat in the bowl: "Stop peeling for me, you haven't eaten much yourself."

"I'm peeling and eating at the same time," Mo Fan said.

"But you peeled more for me than you ate yourself."

"My hand was controlled by that wretched crayfish."

Xinxia couldn't help but laugh: "Where do you get all these twisted arguments?"

"How can that be called fallacy?" Mo Fan said seriously. "Taking care of your younger sister is a traditional virtue."

Xinxia lowered her head, her ear tips slightly red, and she didn't argue with him anymore.

The restaurant was noisy, but there was an inexplicable sense of tranquility around the table. Mo Fan ate quickly, occasionally glancing up at her. Seeing that she was eating slowly, he would push the plate of garlic sauce towards her.

"This isn't spicy, you should eat more."

"Um."

After a while, Xinxia looked at him and said softly, "Brother Mo Fan."

"Um?

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"What exactly happened in Bo City?"

Mo Fan paused for a moment, then quickly bent down to peel the shrimp shells again.

"What else could it be? Just like the Magic Association reported," he said, putting a peeled shrimp into his mouth with a relaxed tone. "Some demons have stormed into the city, but your brother is a great magician. I can take care of these little demons with just two punches."

Xinxia didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly.

Mo Fan chuckled dryly: "It's not as exaggerated as you think."

Xinxia gently held the cup with her fingers.

Xinxia's eyelashes drooped gently.

She knew Mo Fan's personality all too well. The more casually he spoke, the worse things were.

When Mo Fan saw her like this, he felt a little uncomfortable and reached out to flick her forehead lightly.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Your brother is tough as nails. I'm going to make a name for myself in Shanghai. I'm not going to be so easily defeated in Bocheng."

Xinxia looked up at him and said, "Then don't carry this burden alone anymore."

"Who said I'm carrying this alone? I still have you and Dad."

"But you don't tell me many things."

"Some things, even if I tell you, will only make you worry." Mo Fan shrugged. "It's easier for me to handle them myself."

Xinxia looked at him, and after a few seconds, she said softly, "Then at least let us know that you're still here."

Mo Fan was taken aback.

Those words were spoken softly, yet they seemed to fall instantly into my heart.

He paused, then deliberately tried to steer the atmosphere back on track: "Okay, from now on, if I'm going to do anything important, I'll let you know first. For example, if I get a fancy from some girl today, I'll let you know immediately."

Xinxia was genuinely annoyed this time, and raised her hands to gently tap him a few times: "Can't you say more than three serious sentences?"

"No," Mo Fan answered decisively.

Xinxia looked at him for a while, and finally smiled.

Mo Fan laughed along, and casually peeled another shrimp and put it in her bowl: "If you're laughing, eat more. Don't waste your brother's hard work."

By the time I got back, it was already quite late.

Mo Fan pushed Xin Xia home slowly. When they passed a stall selling roasted chestnuts, he bought a bag and muttered to himself that these were the best thing to help with digestion after a meal.

When they arrived home, Mo Jiaxing was still awake and was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"You're back?" he asked.

"Hmm." Mo Fan pushed Xin Xia into the room. "Dad, how's it going over there?"

"It's fine," Mo Jiaxing said. "You should wash up first and get some rest."

Mo Fan responded.

After Xinxia fell asleep and the room became completely quiet, Mo Fan took a bottle of water, pushed open the balcony door, and went out.

Mo Jiaxing was standing by the railing, looking at the buildings outside.

Mo Fan unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and said, "Still up so late? Thinking about something?"

"You didn't sleep either," Mo Jiaxing said.

"I'm young and in good spirits."

Mo Jiaxing laughed and scolded, "You brat, you think your dad's too old, huh?"

Mo Fan didn't respond.

The two stood there for a while, then the iron gate downstairs, where the stalls were closing, rattled loudly, and neither of them spoke first.

After a moment, Mo Jiaxing asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Mo Fan thought for a moment and answered calmly, "Let's settle down in Shanghai."

Mo Jiaxing turned and glanced at him.

"There's no point in going back to Bo City," Mo Fan said. "There's a much bigger world here."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Mo Jiaxing paused, then added, "You're not a kid anymore; you have to choose your own path."

Mo Fan hummed in agreement.

Mo Jiaxing didn't spout any grand theories; he was simply figuring out how the family could get back on track.

"I've heard there's a prestigious academy around here called Pearl Academy," Mo Jiaxing suddenly said. "It's quite famous. Want to give it a try?"

Mo Fan nodded: "Okay, I'll check the eligibility criteria later."

Mo Fan turned his head to look at the lights outside.

Mo Jiaxing: "Also, keep an eye on Xinxia. She may not ask, but she knows exactly what's going on."

"Um.

""

Go to bed early.

"understood."

Mo Fan stood alone on the balcony for a while longer.

He finished the last drop of water in the bottle, turned around to go back inside, and suddenly a message came in.

Signed: Tang Yue.

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