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

Chapter 52 Renting a House

Mo Fan didn't delay, but went directly to the first apartment at the address Zhao Manyan had just given him.

As soon as he entered the building, he regretted it.

The building is new, with a shiny exterior, and the elevator is filled with a cheap-smelling perfume. At first glance, it seems quite legitimate.

The moment the agent opened the door, Mo Fan's expression darkened.

The living room was small, with two-tone curtains that, once drawn, made it pitch black. The so-called two bedrooms were smaller than each other; once the bed was placed inside, there was barely enough room to turn around.

Not to mention the decor, with shiny tiles and gold accents throughout the room, it was so bright it hurt Mo Fan's eyes.

"How about this one?" the agent asked with a broad smile. "It's close to Mingzhu University, lots of young people rent it, and it's great value for money."

Mo Fan stood at the doorway, glanced around, and gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"What makes it so cost-effective?"

The agent hesitated for a moment, but still forced himself to continue, "The location is great, and the renovation is new, fully furnished, and you can move in right away."

Mo Fan nodded.

"Yes, it's quite complete."

"After living here for a while, my neck just starts to feel like it's having a tug-of-war with a rope."

The agent chuckled twice: "You're really joking."

Mo Fan didn't bother arguing with him and turned to leave.

The last two are more pleasing to the eye than the first.

The place was quiet, the landscaping was nice, and the interior was fairly tidy. The problem was that the landlord was too much trouble because he pulled out a three-meter-long housing contract.

The other location was in a good spot, closer to Mingzhu Academy, but the layout was too fragmented, with several rooms crammed together and the living room was pitifully small, making it feel cramped even when standing inside.

After running around all afternoon, he finally understood.

Old Zhao is really unreliable.

Mo Fan came out of the apartment building and stood by the roadside, rubbing his temples.

He had originally planned to visit one last place, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly became a little too lazy to continue.

Since we're already in the Mingzhu Academy area, we might as well wander around a bit.

The afternoon sun wasn't too strong anymore, and a breeze blew in from the street corner, carrying a refreshing coolness rarely found in the city.

Mo Fan, with his hands in his pockets, strolled slowly along the roadside.

The streetscape in this area is pretty much the same: shops, apartments, residential areas, green belts, and further away, the building outlines of the Mingzhu Academy Qing Campus.

But as he walked, Mo Fan's pace gradually slowed down.

The road ahead looked somewhat familiar to him.

The location of that convenience store at the intersection also looked somewhat familiar.

Further ahead, there's that warm-toned apartment building, the neatly manicured greenery at its entrance, and those familiar, almost unrecognizable, building lines—

Mo Fan stopped and looked up.

He stood there, stunned for a moment.

These are just four ordinary words, but when you look at them, it feels like a lot of time has been stretched out.

In his previous life, during his time at the Mingzhu Academy's Qing Campus, he had rented this place. Later, when he had some spare money, he simply bought it.

The building doesn't look particularly luxurious or the most eye-catching, but it has a good location, a quiet environment, and most importantly, the rooms are spacious and comfortable to stay in.

Mo Fan's gaze fell on a window upstairs, and some fragmented images suddenly flashed through his mind.

A spacious living room, floors bathed in afternoon sunlight, and the occasional sound of footsteps echoing from the top of the stairs.

There's also that girl who always likes to leave snacks and cushions scattered on the sofa and who can't stop chattering.

And another one, who, despite living under the same roof, always had a cool and aloof demeanor, as if shrouded in moonlight. She didn't talk much, but whenever she stood there, it was hard to ignore her.

It was quite lively back then.

It was noisy and chaotic, with chickens flying and dogs barking.

But when you really think about it, it surprisingly makes you feel at ease.

Mo Fan stood downstairs, looking at the familiar exterior of Jinyuan Apartments, and suddenly smiled softly.

"After going around in circles, how did we end up here?"

Without thinking further, he stepped inside.

A woman in her thirties was sitting at the front desk on the first floor, looking down at her phone. She only looked up when she heard footsteps.

She glanced at Mo Fan casually at first, probably because he was young and dressed plainly, so her tone wasn't particularly warm.

"Renting a place?"

"Yes." Mo Fan nodded. "Are there any rooms available?"

"We still have single rooms and small two-bedroom apartments available," the woman said, adding, "If you want to rent a larger one, it depends on your budget."

Mo Fan didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Are there any duplexes left?"

The woman was clearly taken aback for a moment, then looked at him again.

"A duplex?"

"Yes, the four-bedroom type."

This time, she finally dropped some of the casualness on her face.

At Jinyuan Apartment, there are quite a few people renting the regular apartments, but the duplex four-bedroom apartments are not something students can just ask about casually. The price is there, and there aren't many people who are really interested.

"I do have one," she said. "The floor is nice, and the orientation is good, but the rent isn't cheap."

"Let's take a look first," Mo Fan said.

The woman stood up and took the keys.

"Okay, come with me."

The elevator went all the way up.

After the door opened, the two walked down the corridor and stopped in front of a door.

As the key turned and the door was pushed open, Mo Fan's eyes paused slightly.

It's the same old routine from the previous life.

The spacious living room features a high ceiling and a floor-to-ceiling window that allows ample natural light to stream in, illuminating the floor brightly and cleanly.

The staircase spirals up from one side, extending to the second floor, which divides the space into several bedrooms, ensuring that they are not too crowded or disturb each other.

The house is a duplex with a total of four rooms.

The living room is spacious, and the kitchen and dining area are clearly separated. The balcony faces the perfect direction, and you can even vaguely see the outline of the buildings on the other side of Mingzhu Academy from there.

Mo Fan walked in, his steps slow, but his eyes scanned every corner of the house.

Looking at the stairs, the living room, and the balcony, old images would uncontrollably pop into his mind.

It felt as if someone would come running down from upstairs in their slippers the next second.

Or perhaps, on the balcony, stands a cool and quiet figure, the curve of her hair in the wind as clear as in my memory.

The receptionist was still explaining the rent and deposit payment methods, but Mo Fan was barely listening anymore.

He stood in the center of the living room, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly spoke.

"I'll rent this one."

The woman was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting him to make the decision so quickly.

"Aren't you going to check the price?"

Mo Fan looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor, his gaze momentarily unfocused before slowly settling back down.

"The price is negotiable."

"But we don't need to look at any more houses."

In some places, the answer is already known the moment you step inside.

Moreover, after going around in circles, he finally returned here.

Does that mean that some people and some things in this life will come back to him earlier than he remembers?

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