Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

While Mo Xie and Xiao Haoxuan were exchanging compliments, a horn sounded in the training ground, indicating that the three minutes were up.

Although the battle seemed long, it only lasted for less than three minutes, as both players were keeping a tight pace.

Hmm... Mo Xie's offensive rhythm is tight, while Xiao Haoxuan's defensive rhythm is tight, but it's not a big problem.

At this moment, the square-faced chief examiner stood on the platform and spoke in a voice that could be heard throughout the entire training ground.

"Three minutes are up. The second round of competition has officially ended. All contestants, please return to the rest area."

"The third round of matches will begin in five minutes. Match information will be displayed on the big screen during the match. Please get ready."

As soon as the words were spoken, the contestants standing on the various fields left one after another, preparing to take a good rest and recover their magical energy.

Mo Xie greeted Xiao Haoxuan and left the 30th arena, returning to the spectator stands.

"Moye, you're amazing!"

As soon as she returned, Jiang Shaoxu quickly came to greet her, affectionately took Mo Xie's arm, and praised her in a cheerful tone.

"Wait...wait, Shaoxu, let go first!"

Mo Xie was dumbfounded. How dare this girl? Didn't she see her father was still here? No, even if he wasn't here, she shouldn't have done this!
He tried to pull his right arm out of the embrace, but as soon as he moved, he touched two soft, large, and firm mounds, which stirred up a wave of flesh.

Jiang Shaoxu didn't care about being taken advantage of. When she saw Mo Xie trying to pull her arm away, she quickly hugged him even tighter, squeezing him completely into the cleavage and not giving him any chance to break free.

She looked at the handsome young man in front of her with a resentful gaze, her expression like that of a wife who hadn't been pampered by her husband in a long time, her eyes alluring and seductive.

In fact, Jiang Shaoxu suddenly did such a bold thing because she felt a sense of crisis after hearing about Ai Tutu's progress.

She believed she was no less capable than others. Even if the other man's assets were indeed exaggerated, she had many advantages of her own and was confident that she would win his favor.

Thinking this to herself, she hugged him even tighter, as if afraid he would run away.

With this, Mo Xie couldn't move at all, so she simply gave up struggling and let the other person hug her.

Not far away, Jiang Tianchen watched this scene with a smile, nodded in satisfaction, and then glanced triumphantly at Ai Jiangshan.

The gist of it is... See? My daughter is so proactive, your daughter is doomed!

Ai Jiangshan understood Jiang Tianchen's look, snorted, and said irritably.

"Old Chiang, just you wait. Once Xiao Xie leaves the Central Military Region and returns to Mingzhu Academy, let's see how smug you'll still be."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Tianchen's smug smile vanished, and he immediately glared at him, his heart filled with worry.

Yes, once Xiao Xie returns to Mingzhu Academy, Tu Tu will have a huge advantage, being both in the same school and living together.

Moreover, it's not just TuTu, but also that girl from the Mu family in Shanghai, not to mention her other female confidantes.

Alas, Ah Xu, your path is extremely difficult!

"I really can't do anything with the two of you..."

Hearing their conversation, Hua Zhanhong shook his head in annoyance and stepped forward.

When Mo Xie saw the middle-aged man with black hair and beard approaching, he realized that the man in front of him was the commander of the Southern Military Region, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect.

When Jiang Shaoxu saw Hua Zhanhong approaching, she quickly released her arms from his embrace, her pretty face flushed, and she stood gracefully to the side.

Hua Zhanhong walked closer, his gaze sweeping over his "grand-disciple," his deep black pupils revealing admiration; he was quite satisfied.

A smile appeared on his lips as he said with a laugh.

"Moye, hello, my name is Hua Zhanhong."

At this moment, Zu Xingyi walked over, put his arm around Mo Xie's shoulder, and introduced him with a smile.

"Xiao Xie, this is my master, who is also the commander of the Southern Military Region."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie appropriately feigned shock, then nodded in sudden understanding, looking as if he were truly learning for the first time—a performance worthy of an Oscar. He then looked at Hua Zhanhong, opened his mouth, and, unsure how to address him, finally spoke.

"The Chinese army is in high spirits."

"Eh!"

Upon hearing this address, Hua Zhanhong immediately became unhappy, waved his hand, and said helplessly.

"What do you mean by 'military commander'? Calling me that is a bit too formal. You are Xingyi's disciple, and Xingyi is my disciple. Logically, you should call me Grandmaster."

“But calling me Grandmaster makes me sound a bit old. Why don’t you just call me Uncle Hong? I heard from Xingyi that you hardly ever call him Master. That kid has always been disrespectful and doesn’t respect me much, and he’s still pretty much the same now.”

"In short, we don't need to be so formal in private. Let's just treat each other like family. I'll call you Xiao Xie, and you can call me Uncle Hong."

Hearing Hua Zhanhong's string of words, Mo Xie was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that this imposing military leader would be so easygoing, directly setting aside the master-disciple relationship and treating him like an uncle and nephew.

But that's fine too. Calling someone "master" is acceptable, but calling a middle-aged man "grandmaster" is indeed a bit strange.

"Master, I was young and reckless before, but I still respect you very much now, okay?"

Zu Xingyi's lips twitched when he heard his master speaking ill of him, and he said helplessly.

Upon hearing this, Hua Zhanhong glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, and said in an annoyed tone.

"Hehe, you're pretty much the same now."

Mo Xie watched the conversation between the master and disciple with great interest, a smile playing on his lips. He found it quite amusing.

"So, Xiao Xie, what's your decision?"

Hua Zhanhong stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

“Okay, Uncle Hong.”

Suddenly, a crisp clicking sound came, like the sound of high heels stepping on the ground.

Mo Xie looked up and his expression changed instantly. It was the woman from that night who had come over.

Hua Yuezhu crossed her arms and strode forward with her long, slender legs encased in jeans, taking a graceful, one-step approach.

Most importantly, she had a faint smile on her lips, which was beautiful and captivating, making people unable to resist being mesmerized.

However, in Mo Xie's eyes, that charming smile contained a chilling coldness, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

Hua Yuezhu stopped in front of him, blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and looked Mo Xie up and down with a sharp and piercing gaze, as if she wanted to see through his clothes.

Hua Zhanhong looked at Mo Xie and introduced him with a smile.

"Xiao Xie, let me introduce you. This is my niece, Hua Yuezhu. She will be your older sister from now on."

Then he spoke to Hua Yuezhu.

"Yuezhu, Xiaoxie will be your younger brother from now on. Remember to take good care of him."

"Uncle, don't worry, of course I will."

Hua Yuezhu nodded, her gaze fixed on Mo Xie, her tone extremely gentle, just like a kind older sister next door.

She even extended her slender hand and said with a smile.

"Little Xie, I'll take good care of you from now on~"

Mo Xie swallowed hard, looked at the fair hand in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently took it in her hand.

"Then... thank you, Sister Yuezhu." (End of Chapter)