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

The open-air playground was as hot as a furnace in the afternoon.

The air was filled with the smell of dry dust, mixed with the acrid odor of the rubber track after being exposed to the sun. Dozens of students stood haphazardly in several rows, their sweat stench hitting them like the back of their hand.

But at this moment, few boys felt the heat, and no one cared about the unpleasant smell. Their eyes were completely fixed on the woman in front of them.

唐月。

Today she wore a black, form-fitting pencil skirt, her white blouse stretched taut. As she moved, the skirt swayed against her stunningly curvaceous body. Her wine-red, pear-shaped curls cascaded over her shoulders, exuding a mature, womanly charm that was irresistible.

This doesn't look like a high school teacher at all.

Mo Fan stood at the back of the line, his gaze unwavering, instead sweeping directly over Tang Yue's straight legs encased in black stockings.

Having lived a second life, he knew all too well just how formidable this beauty was. She wasn't just some pretty face; she was a genuine mid-level mage, an elite member of the Inquisition.

For an average teenage boy, looking at Tang Yue is either a sign of lust or an uncontrollable urge to have wild fantasies.

But now, Mo Fan looks at Tang Yue as if she were a perfect trophy.

"I tried using the Evil Phoenix's flames before, and my right arm was almost ruined. Luckily, Little Mudskipper saved my life. The Evil Phoenix's fire is too explosive; my mortal body can't withstand it right now." Mo Fan clenched his fist, feeling the unattainable power deep within his soul. "In this life, I'm not only going to control the strongest fire, but I'm also going to win over the hottest woman. Teacher Tang Yue, in my past life, I didn't get to 'eat' you for various reasons, but in this life, you must be my wife, Mo Fan's wife."

Just then, Tang Yue stopped in her tracks.

She seemed to notice the boys' restless gazes, and her originally gentle face suddenly darkened.

"Quiet."

Just those two words.

She didn't seem to shout much, but a sudden burst of scorching heat erupted from beneath her feet, carrying a gunpowder-like smell. It slammed into the faces of the boys in the first row.

Several boys stumbled back from the heat, their cheeks burning. All the jumbled thoughts that had been swirling in their minds were instantly incinerated by the heat.

The whole class fell silent.

"Put your heads back. Magic isn't for playing house," Tang Yue said coldly.

No sooner had she finished speaking than a muffled thud came from inside her body.

Unlike the slow, outdated magic teacher from before, Tang Yue extended her fair right hand, fingers spread wide. Seven red stars danced wildly in front of her palm, distorting and warping the air.

The fire element was gathering, making crackling sounds.

"Fire - Burning".

Tang Yue gave a low shout and flicked her wrist.

A ball of crimson flame shot out from his hand and slammed into the heavy, humanoid puppet fifty meters away.

"Bang!"

The flames struck the puppet.

Strangely, the fireball didn't explode immediately. Instead, it seeped into the wood grain like water. The puppet swayed slightly.

one second.

two seconds.

A few students didn't understand and were about to speak up, muttering to themselves.

"boom--!"

Suddenly, a blinding red light burst forth from inside the puppet. Immediately afterward, a raging fire engulfed the nearly two-meter-tall solid wood puppet. Flames shot up more than three meters high, filling the air with the smell of burning and scorching black smoke.

They charged directly at the student formation.

heat.

Extreme heat.

Students who were standing close by felt like their hair was about to curl up.

In just three seconds, the training dummy turned into a puddle of black ash on the ground. A gust of wind blew it away, leaving nothing behind.

There was not a sound on the playground. Only the flames in the distance were still crackling.

It's too cruel.

If that hit someone, their ashes would be scattered.

Zhou Min stood at the front of the line. She usually disapproved of Tang Yue's seductive attire, always finding it lacking in decorum. But now, she stared intently at the puddle of black ash on the ground. Her pretty face was flushed red from the residual heat, her eyes filled with fervor!

"This is the true fire element..." Zhou Min murmured to herself, her palms sweating profusely.

She turned around abruptly and shouted, "Teacher Tang Yue, I'm a fire element! I'm a fire element!"

Her shout woke up the whole class.

"Teacher, I'm a fire-type too!"

"Wow, fire magic is so cool! Teacher, teach me!"

"Even though I'm a water-based student, I want to learn!"

A group of boys went completely mad. Just moments ago they were harboring inappropriate thoughts about Tang Yue. Now, their desires had all transformed into an extreme craving for this raw, violent power. This was the absolute dominance that power brought.

Looking at the playground, now completely ignited with emotion, Tang Yue withdrew her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips. The coldness dissipated, and she transformed back into a mature and alluring female instructor.

"Alright, fire-type students, step forward!" Tang Yue dusted off her hands.

Mo Fan slowly walked out from the back of the crowd. He glanced at the black ash on the ground, his heart unmoved. Tang Yuehuo's technique was indeed textbook-level. Very standard, very beautiful. But if he had used the Evil Flame to smash it out, it wouldn't have just burned this puppet, but half of the playground.

Mo Fan walked up to Teacher Tang Yue, grinned, and said, "Teacher, I'm also a fire elementalist. I'll have to learn from you a lot in the future."

Tang Yue glanced at the handsome but slightly roguish boy in front of her. For some reason, she felt that this student named Mo Fan looked at her differently than he did at other people.

Not exactly sleazy, but extremely aggressive. Like a wolf eyeing its prey.

"Return to the team," Tang Yue said without much thought, pointing to the team behind her.

Mo Fan nodded and strode back into the crowd.

.......

School's out. The students noisily squeezed their way out of the school.

"Hey Fan, wanna go to the internet cafe for some games? We're one short!"

"I'm not going, I have plans." With that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of the school gate with the flow of people.

It was stiflingly hot outside. The concrete road outside was steaming, and you could feel waves of heat as you stepped on it. The cheap, oily smell emanating from the street-side fried food stalls mixed with the hot exhaust fumes from the buses, giving me a headache.

Mo Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and headed towards the old town. He had to see Xin Xia today.

After months of continuous lightning-based meditation, he had indeed accumulated a considerable amount of magical energy, but his mind was constantly on edge. Only when he went to see that girl would the overloaded, stinging pain in his head subside a little.

After crossing two streets, Mo Fan turned into the old alley of Mingwen Girls' Middle School.

The hardware store at the alley entrance was running a cutting machine, the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping was irritating. The further you went in, the narrower the alley became, and the moss at the base of the walls emitted a foul stench from the sewers.

He and Xinxia agreed to meet under the old locust tree.

Mo Fan slowed his pace. Xin Xia was nowhere to be seen on the low swing under the shade of the trees ahead.

Just as Mo Fan thought he had arrived early, a rough and unpleasant male voice suddenly came from the alley next door, mixed with the sound of playing cards being slammed.

Could it be that bunch of scum...?