Full-Time Magister: Can My Magic Cultivate Itself?

After yesterday's adrenaline-pumping life-or-death struggle in the sewers, the morning sun felt exceptionally warm and peaceful.

Lin Chen got up very early. After washing up, he dialed the number of his best friend Mo Fan.

Upon learning that the young man was idly at home today, Lin Chen changed into a clean and neat set of casual clothes and strolled towards Mo Fan's house.

Walking on the familiar streets of Bocheng, Lin Chen's thoughts drifted.

Because of his time travel and intervention, the trajectory of this world underwent some strange deviance.

Back then, the hothead who "eloped" with Bo Cheng's little princess Mu Ningxue was no longer Mo Fan, but Lin Chen!

It was precisely because of this that Mo Fan avoided a huge crisis, and none of the subsequent changes occurred.

As for Lin Chen himself, he had the prestige and status that his deceased parents had accumulated in Bo City, plus the protection of his uncle Yang Zuohe, a high-ranking member of the Magic Association.

Even though Mu Zhuoyun, the local tyrant of Bocheng, was furious, he could only give Lin Chen a stern reprimand and warning, and ordered that Lin Chen be blacklisted from now on and not allowed to set foot in Mu Family Manor.

Thanks to Lin Chen taking the brunt of the greatest hatred, Mo Fan's father, Mo Jiaxing, was able to keep his job as a driver for the Mu family, and Mo Fan's family no longer had to move to that dilapidated edge of the city.

Therefore, even though Mo Fan's grades in magic theory were still terrible in junior high school, Mo Jiaxing did not go bankrupt or grovel to beg for help like in the original story.

With just a little effort, Mo Fan was successfully admitted to Tianlan Magic High School.

"Bang bang bang!"

As soon as Lin Chen knocked on Mo Fan's door, it was pulled open.

"Holy crap! Brother Chen! You finally came back!"

Mo Fan, whom I hadn't seen for half a year, had grown quite a bit taller, and his whole demeanor exuded a cleverness and a roguish charm.

Upon seeing Lin Chen, his eyes lit up with excitement. Without saying a word, he rushed over and gave Lin Chen a tight bear hug, patting Lin Chen's back forcefully with both hands.

"Alright, alright, take it easy, kid. My body can't take this kind of abuse."

Lin Chen laughed and punched Mo Fan in the chest. The two then walked into the house arm in arm.

After a friendly and uninhibited exchange between the brothers, the two slumped onto the old but clean sofa.

"Brother Chen, you've been in Shanghai for the past six months, so you don't know what's going on here in Bocheng." Mo Fan peeled an orange and stuffed it into his mouth, gesturing animatedly as he laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"A while ago, a few clueless thugs from the south side of the city tried to cause trouble for Xinxia. And guess what happened?"

"As soon as I said your name and that I was your best buddy Lin Chen, those bastards turned green on the spot!"

"He didn't dare utter a sound, trembling as he pulled out a few hundred yuan and shoved it at me as an apology, then ran away faster than a rabbit! Hahaha, it's absolutely hilarious!"

Listening to Mo Fan's vivid description, Lin Chen recalled the scene of himself leading a group of his underlings to beat up those thugs on the street to the point of crying for their mothers in order to protect the people around him. He couldn't help but smile and nod.

It seems that the "illustrious reputation" I left behind in Bocheng back then has a long shelf life and is quite effective.

The two chatted for a while longer. Lin Chen's gaze swept around the room, and his tone suddenly softened as he asked softly:

"By the way, where's Xinxia? It's been more than half a year since I last saw that girl. I miss her terribly."

Upon hearing the name, Mo Fan's roguish smile faded slightly, and he pointed out the window:

"Xinxia is staying with my aunt. Luckily, she doesn't have to go to school today because it's the weekend."

"Brother Chen, I'm not trying to be mean, but Xin Xia has been talking about you a lot these past six months. Ever since you went to Shanghai and were busy cultivating, you've hardly spoken to her."

"Although she didn't say it, I could tell she was very disappointed."

As Lin Chen listened to Mo Fan's words, his gaze unconsciously drifted to the distant street outside the window, a hint of embarrassment and guilt flashing across his face.

He was well aware that he had neglected Ye Xinxia during this period.

Upon arriving in Shanghai, he focused entirely on awakening his magic and researching his "progress bar" cheat ability, working non-stop every day and neglecting to maintain contact with Bo City.

Fortunately, Ye Xinxia is an extremely gentle and sensible girl. Knowing that she needs to focus on cultivating magic after awakening it, she has never lost her temper or complained.

But this only made Lin Chen feel even worse.

"Let's go pick her up from my aunt's house." Lin Chen suddenly stood up and patted his clothes.

The two went out and easily navigated through several alleys, heading towards Aunt Mo Qing's house.

Lin Chen had walked this road countless times before; he could find it with his eyes closed.

Once downstairs, Lin Chen took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Creak—"

The door was gently pushed open, and Ye Xinxia, ​​sitting in a wheelchair, appeared in the doorway.

She was wearing a light-colored knitted sweater, and her long, smooth, black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her exquisitely beautiful face, so delicate and flawless that it resembled a porcelain doll, initially carried a hint of doubt.

When she looked up, her clear, autumn-water-like eyes met Lin Chen standing beside Mo Fan, smiling at her, and she froze instantly.

Shock and disbelief quickly turned into uncontrollable ecstasy, and tears welled up in her eyes.

But the next second, the little girl seemed to remember the "grievances" she had suffered in the past six months. She pouted, deliberately turned her head to one side, and a hint of coquettish complaint appeared on her fair cheek.

Seeing Ye Xinxia's incredibly expressive and adorable face, Lin Chen's heart melted.

He strode forward, half-squatted down, and looked Ye Xinxia, ​​who was sitting in a wheelchair, at eye level. He reached out his finger and gently pinched her delicate cheek with a natural and affectionate gesture.

"I'm sorry, Xinxia." Lin Chen's voice was so gentle it seemed to drip with water, and his eyes were full of apology.

"Before, when I was in Shanghai, I was so busy managing Xingzi that I couldn't spare the time and neglected you. I promise, it will never happen again."

Feeling the familiar warmth on her cheek and listening to Lin Chen's sincere explanation, Ye Xinxia's minor grievances instantly vanished.

She turned her head, looking at Lin Chen's face so close to hers, and finally a breathtaking smile bloomed on her lips, enough to make a hundred flowers pale in comparison. She nodded gently.

"Yes, Xinxia knows that Brother Lin Chen is the best magician, and cultivation is the most important thing."

Watching the two of them interact so sweetly, oblivious to everyone else, Mo Fan, standing to the side, felt a pang of jealousy and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, the three decided to go out and have a good look around together.

Lin Chen naturally took over the task of pushing the wheelchair, and pushed Ye Xinxia, ​​chatting and laughing as they walked towards the most bustling pedestrian street in Bocheng.

The pedestrian street was bustling with people on the weekend, creating a spectacular scene. Shops lined both sides of the street, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and music mingled together, filling the air with a vibrant, everyday atmosphere.

Girls are naturally drawn to shopping, and even Ye Xinxia, ​​who has difficulty walking, is no exception.

With Lin Chen's encouragement and company, she never stopped smiling. Whatever she saw that she liked, Lin Chen would immediately take out the money without saying a word.

At this moment, Mo Fan has been reduced to a miserable "bag carrier".

"Brother Lin Chen, do you think this outfit looks good?"

"She looks beautiful! Xinxia looks like a fairy in anything she wears. Boss, wrap her up!"

"Brother Lin Chen, this hair clip..."

"purchase!"

Following behind the two, Mo Fan had several shopping bags hanging around his neck and more than a dozen paper bags of various sizes in his hands. He was panting heavily like a lapdog.

Looking at the figure pushing the wheelchair in front of him, occasionally bending down to whisper sweet nothings to the girl in the wheelchair, he felt like a super light bulb with a wattage of 10,000 watts walking under the sky!

"What a tragedy! Why did I have to come out and suffer like this!" Mo Fan cried out silently in his heart.

Finally, after this long and "torturous" shopping spree, the city lights began to come on.

Lin Chen found a Western restaurant that looked upscale and was bustling with people, and took the two of them inside for dinner.

The restaurant was filled with melodious violin music, creating a romantic atmosphere.

Lin Chen carefully cut Ye Xinxia's steak and even wiped her mouth with a tissue from time to time.

Sitting opposite him, Mo Fan watched this scene, chewing his steak fiercely as if he were chewing someone's flesh.

"I'm full!" Mo Fan suddenly put down his knife and fork, grabbed the juice on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He really couldn't stay there for another second.

He stood up, grabbed his coat as if fleeing a disaster, and solemnly instructed Lin Chen:

"Brother Chen, you're paying the bill! Also, make sure you get Xinxia home safely and unharmed after dinner! I'm outta here!"

After saying that, Mo Fan didn't linger at all, and even felt a sense of relief as he rushed out of the Western restaurant and disappeared into the night.

Watching Mo Fan flee in panic, Lin Chen and Ye Xinxia couldn't help but exchange a smile.

After dinner, without Mo Fan as a "third wheel," the atmosphere between the two became even more ambiguous and quiet.

Lin Chen pushed Ye Xinxia along the moat of Bo City.

The early winter evening breeze carried a hint of chill. Lin Chen took off his coat and gently draped it over Ye Xinxia's shoulders.

The city's dazzling neon lights were reflected on the river, creating a shimmering effect.

Neither of them spoke, simply enjoying this rare moment of peace and quiet together.

The wheelchair made a soft "gurgling" sound on the stone pavement, which intertwined with the sound of the river water lapping against the bank to create a gentle nocturne.

At this moment, there is no threat from demons, no pressure from cultivation, only the peace of being together.

After enjoying the breeze by the river, and as night deepened, Lin Chen pushed the wheelchair, following the dim streetlights, and safely escorted Ye Xinxia home.

Watching the girl wave goodbye reluctantly from behind the door, Lin Chen's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he turned and walked into the gentle night of Bocheng.