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

Chapter 66 The Return Journey

The slight curve at the corner of her lips was quickly suppressed by herself.

I had a crazy night last night, and my lower body is in excruciating pain.

Damn it! This bastard doesn't even care about me!

No way! No matter what we say, we can't let this little rascal push his luck today.

Tang Yue raised her hand to tidy her slightly disheveled long hair, her tone gradually returning to its usual sternness: "Have you made enough of a scene?"

Mo Fan leaned against the headboard, looking at her lazily: "No."

"If you don't have it, keep it to yourself." Tang Yue glared at him, but her ears were still burning red. "I'm not in the mood to play your nonsense right now."

Mo Fan blinked, noticing a hint of seriousness in her tone, and his smile faded slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Yue was silent for two seconds, then lowered her head to straighten her clothes, without answering immediately.

The lingering warmth and ambiguous atmosphere in the room, along with an indescribable, cozy feeling, made her realize better than anyone that she couldn't stay there any longer.

If we stay any longer, we're really not leaving today.

"The matter in Xishui Town is over." Tang Yue's eyes weren't on Mo Fan, but rather on the window. "I should leave J2 too."

Yes.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow slightly: "So eager?"

"I wasn't here on vacation in the first place." Tang Yue finally looked up at him. "Neither are you."

"Me too?" Mo Fan chuckled dryly. "Is the teacher going to deny everything after taking the money?"

"Mo Fan."

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." Mo Fan raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, admitting defeat verbally, but his eyes were anything but honest. "Go on."

Seeing his expression, Tang Yue almost lost her composure. She took a deep breath, forcing back her embarrassment and annoyance, before continuing, "You should go back to Shanghai."

As soon as those words were spoken, the room suddenly became quieter.

Mo Fan's smile didn't disappear immediately, but his eyes clearly darkened.

He actually knew it was time to go back...

Mo Fan looked at Tang Yue and suddenly smiled: "I thought you would be reluctant to part with me."

Tang Yue's ears burned, and she said coldly, "How dare you say such a thing?"

"What do you mean, 'not'?" Mo Fan propped himself up on the bed and sat up a little straighter, his gaze towards her was a little mischievous, but also more serious than usual. "The person who held me tightly last night, it wasn't me, was it?"

"Shut up!"

Tang Yue's cheeks flushed red, and she reached out to hit him.

Mo Fan reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist and gently pulling her closer to him.

Caught off guard, Tang Yue lurched forward, her knees almost touching the edge of the bed, and her breathing became erratic.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a low voice, clearly trying to be fierce, but her voice still trembled slightly at the end.

Mo Fan looked up at her, his gaze so direct it made her uneasy.

"Nothing much," he said in a low voice. "I just suddenly felt that you look even more alluring right now than last night."

Tang Yue's breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.

But Mo Fan held on tightly, as if reluctant to let go.

Tang Yue stared at him for a few seconds, but ultimately gave in first, looking away and saying, "Mo Fan, be serious."

"I've been serious enough," Mo Fan said. "Otherwise, would you still be standing here talking to me properly?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yue's face almost burned red.

This guy never says a serious word.

I really want to kick this bastard off the bed.

Mo Fan, however, seemed certain that she wouldn't actually resort to violence. Instead of holding back, he squeezed her fingers and said in a low voice, "Teacher, have you forgotten that you can't just use your status as a teacher to intimidate me anymore?"

Tang Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly to look at him.

Mo Fan's eyes were full of laughter, but it wasn't the kind of superficial frivolity; rather, it was a deeper, more aggressive kind of certainty.

It was as if they had truly incorporated her into their own territory.

Tang Yue's heart raced under his gaze, and after a long pause, she managed to force herself to say, "So what?"

"Then I need some kind of official status," Mo Fan said.

"You're dreaming."

"He won't acknowledge his fiancée, and he won't acknowledge his girlfriend either." Mo Fan sighed, looking aggrieved. "Teacher, didn't you just sleep with me for nothing?"

Tang Yue's mind went blank for a moment, and she pinched him, saying, "Have you no shame?!"

"No, I don't want it anymore," Mo Fan replied matter-of-factly. "You've already slept with me, what right do you have to be so shameless?"

Tang Yue was almost laughing in exasperation at him.

How come she never noticed before that this bastard could be so shameless, with absolutely no bottom line?

Laughable as it may be, and playful as it may be, the slight restraint that had been building up in my chest because of the approaching dawn dissipated considerably during his nonsensical ramblings.

Tang Yue looked at him, her embarrassment and annoyance gradually fading, leaving only a trace of helplessness in the end.

"Mo Fan," she suddenly called out softly.

"Um?"

"About last night—" She paused, her voice lowering slightly, "Don't tell anyone yet."

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow.

Tang Yue bit her lip, seemingly aware that her words were somewhat disappointing, but she still continued, "It's not that I don't acknowledge it."

As soon as she uttered those three words, the tips of her ears turned red again.

Mo Fan, who had initially seemed a bit nonchalant, instantly became serious.

Tang Yue didn't look into his eyes, but said softly, "It's just not the right time yet. You understand what I mean."

She had a special status, and he wasn't an ordinary student either.

If their relationship were to be made public, trouble would only follow one after another.

Moreover, she herself had not yet fully adapted to the sudden changes that had occurred overnight.

Mo Fan stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled.

"I know," he said. "Don't worry, I'm not stupid."

Tang Yue breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

When the two finished getting ready and went out, it was already close to noon.

The sun was much brighter in Xishui Town than it had been in the early morning, and the streets were gradually becoming lively. The unique atmosphere of the town was palpable, a stark contrast to the danger in the reservoir and the idyllic atmosphere in the hotel room the previous night, as if they were two completely different worlds.

Tang Yue has almost fully recovered.

Apart from the occasional slightly unnatural pauses while walking, there is almost no difference from his usual self.

Mo Fan saw this and was about to smile when Tang Yue seemed to guess what he was thinking and gave him a cold look.

"If you make that face again, I'll cut your genitals off."

Mo Fan coughed lightly, then immediately became serious: "I don't have any expression on my face."

"That would be best."

The two walked towards the station.

Xishui Town wasn't big, and there were small shops selling breakfast and sweet soup along the street. Mo Fan originally wanted to grab something to eat with Tang Yue, but she clearly didn't intend to give him much leeway on this matter, simply saying "We'll talk about it on the way," thus shutting him down.

Mo Fan was itching to tease her as she tried to appear calm, but he knew he couldn't go too far today, so he had to restrain himself and slowly follow beside her.

As they approached the town entrance, Tang Yue suddenly slowed her pace.

Mo Fan glanced at her and knew that this was probably the time to part ways.

Sure enough, Tang Yue stopped the next second.

"I'll leave you here."

The sunlight fell on her face, making her already radiant features even more striking.

Mo Fan looked at her and suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

It was as if all the restlessness, emptiness, and deepest feelings suppressed in my heart from past and present lives were gradually filled in this morning.

"Alright then." Mo Fan's lips curled up slightly. "Then I'll head back to Shanghai."

Tang Yue looked at him and softly hummed in agreement.

Tang Yue wanted to say something more, but she suddenly stopped herself from speaking.

There's nothing to be sentimental about when it comes to parting ways.

Moreover, if she said a few more words, this little rascal who was taking an inch and then a mile might just take advantage of the situation.

But when the moment actually arrived, she realized that she was actually a little reluctant to part with it.

Tang Yue lowered her eyes, about to speak, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

She looked up.

Mo Fan had already walked up to her.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yue asked.

"It's nothing," Mo Fan said. "It's just that I feel like you still owe me something."

Tang Yue's eyelids twitched: "What is it?"

Mo Fan lowered his head and, before she could react, quickly kissed the corner of her lips.

The impact was not heavy; it was like a dragonfly skimming the water before rising again.

But even this one move made Tang Yue freeze completely.

"Mo Fan!"

"Let's give each other a goodbye kiss." Mo Fan took a half step back, smiling innocently. "Otherwise, I'd be at a huge loss the whole way."

Tang Yue's ears suddenly burned again, and she raised her hand to hit him.

Mo Fan was prepared, and dodged back, his smile becoming even more cheeky: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore."

He waved his hand, his tone full of satisfaction.

"He's really gone."

Tang Yue stood there, her hand still raised, not lowering it for a long time.

Only after Mo Fan turned and walked a few steps away did she whisper, "Mo Fan."

The boy paused, turning back to look at her.

Tang Yue looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions for a moment, but in the end, she only uttered a very soft sentence.

"Don't cause trouble."

Mo Fan smiled but didn't reply.

He waved his hand and didn't turn back.

Tang Yue stood there watching his back until he completely disappeared into the bustling street corner before slowly turning her gaze away.

She raised her hand and touched the corner of her lips where she had been kissed. Her fingertips paused for two seconds before she finally let out a soft sigh.

"You little rascal."

The journey back to Shanghai from Xishui Town is not short.

The scenery outside the car window receded into the distance, the small town, mountain roads, and scattered villages were gradually replaced by wider roads and denser city skylines.

Mo Fan leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

But a brainstorming session is going on in my head.

The images from last night were still vivid in his mind: Tang Yue's reddened eyes, trembling eyelashes, the hands wrapped around his neck, and even the way she looked in the morning, both ashamed and angry but still reluctant to actually hurt him—all flashed before his eyes frame by frame.

Mo Fan's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

Clearly, Mo Fan's thoughts were wandering in a world of gentle pleasures, and just as the most beautiful scene was about to unfold, the fire nebula in his spiritual world suddenly trembled.