Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

"Hey, Lin Tingyu, how dare you talk like that!"

Hearing Lin Tingyu's sarcastic remarks, Ai Tutu was the first to lose her temper. With one hand on her hip and the other pointing at him, she questioned him angrily.

"It's nothing, I'm just stating the facts. What do you want from me?"

Lin Tingyu glanced at Ai Tutu, then continued fiddling with her nails, speaking with a disdainful tone.

Upon hearing these words, the girls watching from all around couldn't stand it anymore and began to condemn them, some even resorting to cursing.

"Who are you, Big Brother... no, Big Sister? Are you looking for trouble for no reason?!"

"Exactly, a man who's more feminine than me, could he have changed his gender?"

"Sissy, you're not worthy to stand next to my evil god, get out of here!"

"That's right, get out of here!"

Hearing the chorus of condemnation around him, Lin Tingyu's face remained unchanged, but in his heart he felt utterly disdainful of these girls.

What do you mean by being more womanly than a woman? I call this good taste, okay? A bunch of shallow women with no sense of beauty, humph!

After a moment of contemplation, Mo Xie couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Lin Tingyu glared at Mo Xie and asked with a mocking smile.

"What, I've exposed your gigolo identity, and you can't save face anymore?"

Mo Xie shook his head with a smile, a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said in a cold tone.

"There's a saying that's very true: you really don't deserve to stand with me... Xiao Fan, get him out of here."

"Hey, you sissy, my brother told you to get out of here, didn't you hear me?!"

An unfriendly voice rang out, and Lin Tingyu looked over. He saw another young man walk out from behind Mo Xie, with a handsome and majestic red dragon on his head. It was quite unique; someone who didn't know better might mistake it for a hat.

"and who are you?"

He hadn't been to Mingzhu University during the summer vacation, nor had he browsed the campus forums, so naturally he didn't know who the person in front of him was.

"Look! It's the great demon Mo Fan!"

"It's actually the great demon! By the way, when did he arrive? How come I didn't notice him?"

"He's been following Mo Xie the whole time, didn't you see?"

"The male god's presence is too strong, I didn't even notice him."

Seeing the effeminate man's puzzled look, Mo Fan's face fell. He had planned to be greeted with amazement and cheers today, but as he followed behind the group, he hadn't even noticed his presence.

Okay, I can understand having a low profile around you, but what do you mean by ignoring me even though you're a sissy?
"I am your Grandpa Mo Fan!"

Mo Fan snorted coldly, stepped forward and grabbed Lin Tingyu's beautiful bow tie, glaring at him fiercely as he spoke.

"Kid, I suggest you let go of your claws right now, otherwise I, Lin Tingyu, can't guarantee that you can carry your own hands in your mouth to the school clinic and beg the healing department teacher to reattach them for you!"

Lin Tingyu's voice suddenly turned cold. He let Mo Fan tug at his bow tie, but his eyes were already filled with coldness. His temperament was completely different from his effeminate appearance just now!
The two instantly became tense, and if their auras were truly visible, they would have condensed into two fiercely colliding miniature universes surrounding them.

"Ha, you're pretty arrogant. You think you can insult my brother? I'd like to throw you out onto the street right now and use you as a shoe insole. I'll never give you a chance to start over."

Mo Fan grinned, his tone equally cold, and showed no sign of loosening his grip.

The lava dragon sitting on his head flapped its wings, and flames faintly spewed from its mouth as it glared angrily at Lin Tingyu.

You must remember this!

Lin Tingyu, his eyes narrowed and his voice chilling, spoke with an aura of icy indifference.

At this moment, a slightly tall young man walked out from the crowd. He had a commanding presence, and the people on the road made way for him.

"Tingyu, what happened?" The tall man walked over, exuding the air of a school bully. He even nodded and smiled politely at Mu Nujiao when he asked.

This person appears to be Lin Tingyu's boss, and seems to be coming to take charge!
But when his gaze fell on the handsome young man beside the other person, his calm expression changed, his gentle smile disappeared, and anger and wariness appeared in his eyes. His hands clenched into fists.

Moye also sensed the other party's hostility and couldn't help but look over, thinking that she didn't seem to have seen this person before.

"Brother Dongfang, you saw it too... I hate it more than anything else for anyone to touch my bow tie!"

When Lin Tingyu saw Dongfang Ming approaching, the coldness on his face lessened slightly, and he pointed at Mo Fan and said.

"You get used to some things."

Mo Fan chuckled and shrugged. He really had a bad habit of pulling on things. Even though someone said that the bow tie was his Achilles' heel, he still went out of his way to tug at it, tearing the flower-like bow tie right off the other person's neck.

"You are dead!"

Seeing this, Lin Tingyu pointed at Mo Fan, her anger rising to another level.

Mo Fan casually tossed away his bow tie, glanced at Lin Tingyu defiantly, and said sarcastically.

“Men shouldn’t wear these fancy bow ties, they’re too effeminate. I’m just trying to help you.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Tingyu's face turned ashen. He was about to speak when Mo Fan spoke first.

"Don't tell me that you hate being called sissy more than anything else in your life..."

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Lin Tingyu was already pouncing on them; if it weren't for the large number of people, he would have even used magic directly.

Seeing this, Dongfang Ming immediately pulled Lin Tingyu back, preventing him from going up.

"Brother Dongfang, why are you stopping me?"

Faced with Lin Tingyu's question, Dongfang Ming patted him on the shoulder, stepped forward, stared intently at Mo Xie, and said in a deep voice.

"You must be Mo Xie, the one my cousin always talks about. I've finally met you."

Dongfang Ming's cousin?

Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu exchanged a glance. Young people from aristocratic families often interacted, so they naturally knew who Dongfang Ming's cousin was—the daughter of the head of the Dongfang family.

Could it be that Chen Xi's cooperation with the Dongfang family is because of Dongfang Wan'er?
With these thoughts in mind, a look of vigilance flashed in both of their eyes.

Mo Xie looked at Dongfang Ming in front of him, raised an eyebrow, and said with a smile.

"You're the cousin Wan'er was talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Ming's face instantly darkened, and he pointed at Mo Xie and said.

"I will not allow you to call me sister so intimately. I will never let my sister be deceived by you, you two-faced beast. I will expose your true colors."

Seeing Dongfang Ming's righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, Mo Xie smiled and shook his head, stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice.

"Xiaoming, here's what we'll do: if you defeat my brother, I promise I won't go near your sister again."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Ming subconsciously glanced at Mo Fan, then his gaze suddenly fell on the fire dragon above his head, a look of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

He had witnessed the battle between the two men against the Fire Academy, and he knew that Mo Fan possessed a fire-attribute dragon, so mid-level fire magic had no effect on him. This was a major factor in the opponent's victory.

Seeing that Dongfang Ming had fallen silent, Mo Xie chuckled and walked past him.

Suddenly, Dongfang Ming, who had been silent, reacted, his face flushed, and roared as he looked at Mo Xie's retreating figure.

"You're not allowed to call me Xiaoming!" (End of Chapter)