Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death.

Chapter 3: If they're mages, let's fight!

Looking at Mu He in front of him, Xu Fang could tell from his appearance alone that he was a smug and arrogant man who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

But who could know that his true identity was Tiger Deacon of the Black Vatican, and that he was involved in both the Bo City Bloodbath and the Ancient Capital Catastrophe?

They really hid it well...

Mu He, unaware of Xu's thoughts, continued to chatter on: "My Mu Bai has awakened the ice element, and his future is limitless. Even Mo Fan, that good-for-nothing brat, got lucky and awakened the fire element."

What about you? Light element, tsk tsk, such a trash attribute, why would you even train it? Even if you train it to the intermediate level, you'll just be a coward.

Your parents didn't earn that much money from you. If you ask me, why don't you sell your house to me, take the money, and become a rich country bumpkin?

"None of your business." Xu Fang ignored him completely. He was just living here, not a servant of the Mu Family Manor. Who gave him the right to boss him around?

As for the kid disguising himself to assassinate him, that's even more impossible.

He was a martyr's family member, and the entire military in Bo City was watching. If he dared to make a move here, Salang, whose plan had been ruined, would dare to silence him.

Mu He snorted coldly: "You're still young, you haven't experienced the harsh realities of life."

"Looks like you've gotten quite a few beatings."

"you!"

Mu He hardened his fist and took a deep breath: "Think about it again. If you want to sell, contact me anytime."

After saying that, he turned and left, ignoring Mo Jiaxing who was smiling and apologizing beside him.

"Sigh..." Mo Jiaxing sighed, his eyes drooping. "Fangzai, it's not that I want to lecture you, but you really need to change your temper. He's the head of the Mu family, so we should just bear with it."

Having lived in this era of rigid class divisions for a long time, Mo Jiaxing completely lacked the concept of equality for all.

Or rather, people who hold this belief are the real outliers.

For example, Mo Fan, and for example, myself.

Xu Fang didn't want to persuade him any further and changed the subject, asking, "Uncle, now that the house is sold, where will you live?"

"Sigh, I guess I'll just rent a place." Mo Jiaxing said, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at his beat-up pickup truck.

Xu Fang understood that the "house" Mo Jiaxing was referring to was most likely this pickup truck.

"Uncle, how about this? I have another house that my grandparents left me. If you don't mind, you can stay there for now."

"No, no, that won't do!"

Mo Jiaxing waved his hands repeatedly.

"Uncle, don't rush to refuse," Xu Fang said. "That house is in a rather remote location, in a town on the outskirts of the city. Normally, it's hard to rent it out even if you want to."

Besides, it's an old house, quite dilapidated, and hasn't been lived in for many years. Your visit will bring some life to the place. There are also two trees in the backyard planted by my grandfather, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree. Could you water them for me sometime?

After hearing what he said, Mo Jiaxing was actually a little tempted.

"Also, you shouldn't work for the Mu family anymore. The military has a procurement convoy that goes from the city to Xuefeng Mountain. The pay is pretty good, and the transport points are inside Anjie, so it's very safe. The person in charge is a friend of my mother's, and I asked her to help add your name to the list," Xu Fang said.

Mo Jiaxing was in a dilemma. On the one hand, what Xu Fang said was exactly what he needed, but on the other hand, it was difficult for a middle-aged man to accept the kindness of a child, especially since the child was an acquaintance of his son.

Xu Fang could basically guess his thoughts.

He was willing to help Mo Jiaxing not because he was Mo Fan's father. More importantly, Mo Jiaxing was a very respectable person—honest, kind, optimistic, and as tolerant as possible towards younger generations.

Putting everything else aside, even though he himself looked sallow from malnutrition, Mo Fan and Ye Xinxia never lacked for food, clothing, or other necessities. When Mo Fan wanted to go to high school, he sold the house without hesitation.

For Xu Fang, who was concerned about his parents' memorial service, he was willing to say a few more words.

"Uncle, although Mu He likes to talk nonsense, there's one thing he really said. If Mo Fan wants to become a beginner mage, he absolutely needs the right resources. A single magical tool costs at least 100,000. How can he manage without money? Uncle, you don't want Mo Fan to never become a mage, do you?"

Mo Jiaxing was completely convinced, and he rubbed his hands awkwardly: "Then, thank you for letting me go. I'll pay the rent as usual..."

"That's all a small matter, but Uncle, I have to tell you in advance that the house is very small, Mo Fan and Xin Xia..." Xu Fang said.

"No problem!"

Mo Jiaxing quickly said, "Mo Fan can live at school, and Xin Xia can stay at her aunt's house. It's already very good that I can stay here alone."

The worse the conditions Xu Fang described, the more relieved Mo Jiaxing felt.

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The next day, Xu Fang arrived at school early in the morning, only to be met with all sorts of strange looks.

Yesterday's rooftop suicide incident made this high school freshman famous.

Although everyone says that water and light magic users can meet on the rooftop, in all the years since Tianlan Magic High School was founded, only Xu Fang has actually jumped there.

Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and didn't care, so he sat down in the back row by the window.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this Xu Fang? Looks like the rooftop was too low, you didn't fall to your death." As soon as he sat down, Mu Bai's lackey Zhao Kunsan came over to provoke him.

Zhao Kunsan has now risen from the ashes, awakening a wind-type ability. Although he's still inferior to Mu Bai and Mo Fan, he's far superior to Xu Fang's light-type ability...

"Xu Fang, you got what you deserved for being so cocky as a kid!" Zhao Kunsan gloated. "How about it? Call me Third Brother, and I'll protect you."

Before awakening, he was timid and submissive; after awakening, he unleashed a powerful attack—that perfectly describes this third brother.

Just as Xu Fang was about to show this guy the art of cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations, a voice rang out from the side: "Zhao Kunsan, shut your dog mouth!"

Mo Fan strode over, followed by Zhang Xiaohou, who was as thin as a skeleton.

Zhao Kunsan instinctively shrank back towards Mu Bai, his neck stiff as he said, "Mo Fan, I was talking about Xu Fang, what's it to you?"

"Say one more word, and I, Mo Fan, will teach you a lesson today!"

Zhao Kun groaned, not daring to say anything more.

Seeing his underling being threatened, Mu Bai felt embarrassed and said coldly, "Mo Fan, don't go too far."

"You green tea bitch, did I even ask you?"

"you!"

The top two geniuses in the class were locked in a showdown, and the other students craned their necks to watch the spectacle.

Xu Fang advised, "Forget it, Bi Fan. We're classmates. If you keep cursing, people will laugh at you."

"You blondie..." Mo Fan frowned, but before he could speak again, Xu Fang said, "If you ask me, since we're all magicians, let's have a fair and square duel in the ring, right after school today. Anyone who backs down is a coward, how about that?"

Xu Fang brandished his fist, the size of a sandbag, and Mu Bai could no longer maintain his composure.

Magician?

I just awakened and can't even use a single spell. What kind of mage am I? If you want to beat me up, just say so!

Xu Fang and Mo Fan were both street thugs who had honed their skills through street fighting; if he encountered either of them, he would only get beaten up.

That little bastard, he definitely did it on purpose!

Mo Fan chuckled, eager for a good show, and added fuel to the fire: "Yellow Hair's right, if you're a real man, fight it out! Whoever chickens out is a coward!"

Seeing the two men's ill-intentioned gazes, Mu Bai's expression was uncertain. Just as he was wondering how to end the situation, a voice as beautiful as heavenly music rang out.

"What are you all doing? Class is in session, you know? Go back to your seats!" Class teacher Xue Musheng scolded.

"Making a racket on the first day of school? What kind of behavior is this? The class rules are posted right in front of us. Anyone who breaks them again will be punished according to the class rules!"

Seeing that the students had all calmed down, Xue Musheng nodded in satisfaction: "Now distribute the textbooks and get ready for class."

(End of this chapter)