Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

Chapter 8 Mo Fan's Transmigration

Bocheng, Shuilan Middle School, Grade 9 (4)

It was the end of get out of class, and the students found their own small groups, chatting about their favorite things, where they planned to go on Saturday, and the difficult questions on their exam papers.

In the noisy classroom, Mo Fan, sitting in the last row, felt out of place.

Mo Fan sat in his seat with his hands behind his head, his eyes vacant, his mouth opening and closing, but it was impossible to tell what he was saying.

Mo Fan himself had no idea what was going on. As a realist, how could he accept the idea of ​​time travel?
An 18-year-old model high school graduate, about to enter university and make his own contribution, is suddenly thrown into a cruel joke by fate, returning to his junior high school days.

Mo Fan had also read some rebirth novels. The protagonist was reborn into his student days, learned about future business events, and eventually became a billionaire by showing off and getting slapped in the face.

Although Mo Fan wasn't quite that extreme, he had made some mental preparations before embarking on the path to wealth.

When he tried to open his textbooks and review his junior high school knowledge, his dream was shattered by reality.

Mo Fan couldn't understand the knowledge in the textbook at all, such as distinguishing the four categories of magic, how to identify the types of demons, exploring the history of magic...

Mo Fan imagined a hundred Teacher Guos riding Red Hare, wielding halberds, trampling across his face. What the hell was that?!

Mo Fan felt that he had wasted his nine years of compulsory education and three years of high school. This was not a normal textbook at all. How could a normal textbook contain magic and other nonsense!
While Mo Fan was having a fierce internal struggle, Zhang Xiaohou walked over.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohou, Mo Fan felt a glimmer of hope and grabbed his shoulder to ask.

"Monkey, did you switch my textbooks? Where are my Chinese, math, and English textbooks?"

Zhang Xiaohou looked puzzled and asked with concern.

"Brother Fan, you haven't seemed to be in good shape these past few days. Have you been staying up late reading science fiction novels again?"

"what?!"

Mo Fan stared at Zhang Xiaohou strangely. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Xiaohou's expression didn't seem like he was lying, Mo Fan might have actually punched him.

The whispers of his classmates reached Mo Fan's ears. Listening to those strange topics, Mo Fan gradually calmed down, sat back down in his seat, and slumped onto the table, completely dejected.

Zhang Xiaohou was startled by Mo Fan's series of actions. What was going on? Had he really gotten sick from reading the novel?
When the school bell rang, Zhang Xiaohou had no choice but to return to his seat.

Meanwhile, Mo Fan was currently having a mental brainstorming session, slowly accepting the reality of having transmigrated to a magical world.

Alright, since we're already here, what else can we say?

After thinking it through, Mo Fan didn't panic. Since no one around him seemed to have changed, there wasn't much of a problem.

On the contrary, Mo Fan was extremely excited.

Magic—this was something Mo Fan had never touched before, much less dared to imagine that he would ever encounter magic in the real world!

Mo Fan beamed with joy, his body trembling with excitement. Magic, your brother Fan is here!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Mo Fan instinctively shuddered, pulling his soul back to reality.

"Mo Fan, is what I said so funny?"

Class teacher Deng Yongchuan slammed his hand on the podium and said angrily.

Oh no, I forgot I was in class!
Mo Fan cursed inwardly and looked up at the homeroom teacher on the podium.

"I made you laugh. Do you know how many points you got on the test this time?"

Deng Yongchuan took out a stack of test papers and then picked out one of them.

"Mo Fan, six points!" As soon as the words were spoken, the classroom erupted in laughter, the laughter filled with mockery.

"Mo Fan, ha!" Even the homeroom teacher, Deng Yongchuan, chuckled and continued, "I was thinking, no matter how well he does on this test, he can't possibly get a six, right?"

Mo Fan was stunned for a moment. He knew that he had read too many novels in junior high school and had deliberately scored so low in order to try to play dumb and outsmart others.

In fact, his grades were very good; he could definitely rank in the top three in the whole school in exams. He was not the academic failure that his teachers and classmates described him to be.

Mo Fan still clearly remembers the incredulous look on his homeroom teacher Deng Yongchuan's face after seeing the high school entrance exam results, as well as the admiring and respectful looks from his classmates.

At that time, Mo Fan was full of vigor and walked confidently out of the junior high school gate. All that was missing was a trench coat, sunglasses, and two rows of bodyguards in black.

However, Mo Fan couldn't refute anything at the moment, since he was still considered a poor student in the eyes of his teachers and classmates.

Mo Fan agreed with their assessment, because he was completely clueless about the knowledge in the textbooks! How could he possibly understand!

Deng Yongchuan sighed helplessly, saying with a sense of disappointment, "Mo Fan, your grades were quite good when you first came to my class, how did you end up like this? Turn back before it's too late!"

"Why can't you learn from your brother Mo Xie? He gets perfect scores every time."

Upon hearing the name "Moye," a chorus of cheers erupted in the classroom.

Moye, that's the Evil Emperor, the idol in everyone's heart!

Mo Xie is handsome, academically excellent, can sing, and most importantly, is incredibly wealthy!
He's practically the benchmark in the hearts of guys and the dream lover in the hearts of girls!

Deng Yongchuan waved his hand, seemingly used to this kind of scene, signaling the students to be quiet: "Next, students, come up and get your test papers, Mu Bai..."

In the back row, students walked forward one by one to receive their test papers, while Mo Fan sat in his seat with a strange expression.

His pupils constricted, his whole body trembled, and his breathing became rapid. It was hard to tell whether he was panicked or afraid, but more than anything, he was unable to hide his excitement.

Mo Fan spent the entire class absentmindedly before the bell finally rang.

Deng Yongchao announced the end of the school term, and the classroom became lively again. The students excitedly packed their schoolbags and walked out of the classroom in groups.

Mu Bai walked up to Mo Fan and asked, "Mo Fan, how come you did so poorly on the exam this time? If Mo Xie finds out, he'll kill you."

Mo Fan suddenly stood up, grabbed Mu Bai's shoulder, and asked seriously, "Mu Bai, where is my brother now?"

Mo Fan's gaze was extremely serious at this moment, devoid of his usual casualness.

Mu Bai was startled by Mo Fan's current state, then looked at him strangely: "You just told me a few days ago that Mo Xie was coming back today, have you forgotten? How come you... Hey, Mo Fan!"

Before Mu Bai could finish speaking, Mo Fan ran out of the classroom.

"Brother Fan, you forgot your backpack!" Zhang Xiaohou called out, holding Mo Fan's backpack.

But Mo Fan had already vanished without a trace, and Zhang Xiaohou's shouts could no longer be heard.

"Mu Bai, what happened to Mo Fan?" Zhao Kunsan asked as he walked over.

"Who knows!" Mu Bai said irritably. "Let's go, Xiao Hou. Could you please take Mo Fan's schoolbag back with you?"

"Okay." Zhang Xiaohou nodded.

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(End of this chapter)