Full-Time Magister: Can My Magic Cultivate Itself?

The school was incredibly efficient; that very evening, based on the assessment results, it drastically reorganized all the first-year students into new classes.

In this world teeming with demons, magic schools never advocate absolute fairness, but rather the allocation of resources—the strong possess everything, while the weak can only look up in awe.

The new classes were cruelly divided into three tiers: the elite class, the key class, and the regular class.

As the undisputed number one in the entire school, Lin Chen naturally entered the hall that symbolized the highest honor—the Rocket Class.

The requirements for entering the elite class are outrageously stringent:

The stardust intensity must reach S-rank, and the magic casting must also reach S-rank! Among the thousands of freshmen in the entire school, only a handful of people will ultimately be able to stand at the top of this pyramid!

The next level of elite classes has equally high requirements: the stardust intensity must be S-rank, and the magic casting requirement must be A-rank.

The entire school could only muster two classes, each with a mere 15 students.

On the morning of the second day after the magic exam, while students in ordinary high schools were still dreaming of a long holiday, the school bell rang on time at Shanghai No. 3 High School.

That's right, for these magic apprentices who bear the hopes of humanity's future, there is no summer vacation.

The demons' claws don't stop swinging just because of a holiday, and their cultivation naturally can't stop for even a moment.

The Rocket Class classroom is located on the top floor of the school's tallest tower. It is spacious, bright, and extremely luxurious, yet it contains only three desks made of precious sapwood.

As soon as Lin Chen sat down by the window, a delicate, orchid-like fragrance wafted in.

"Hello, Lin Chen."

A clear, melodious voice, carrying the unique elegance of a noblewoman, rang in my ears.

Lin Chen turned his head and saw Mu Nujiao standing next to his table.

Today, she was wearing a well-tailored school uniform, but it still couldn't hide her stunning figure and beautiful face.

Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, held undisguised admiration and a hint of deeply hidden fighting spirit.

"My name is Mu Nujiao." She smiled slightly, like a hundred flowers in full bloom.

"If I remember correctly, we... I think we met at school last year."

Lin Chen has always maintained a friendly attitude towards beauties of this caliber, especially those who are also strong peers.

A gentle smile played at the corners of his lips as he nodded and said:

"Of course I remember, Miss Mu. Your brilliance back then overshadowed many. Now that we're classmates, I look forward to your guidance."

As the two were chatting, the heavy mahogany door of the classroom was pushed open.

An invisible, suffocating pressure instantly enveloped the entire classroom. Lin Chen and Mu Nujiao, who had been talking, immediately fell silent and turned their gazes toward the door.

The man who walked in was a middle-aged man with a stern face and sharp eyes like a hawk.

Lin Chen recognized him at a glance—the grade head, Teacher Wang!

More importantly, according to rumors, this is a genuine high-level mage!

Teacher Wang walked to the front of the classroom, his gaze sweeping over the three outstanding students below the stage, his originally cold and hard lines softening slightly.

"Congratulations on making it this far." Teacher Wang's voice was deep and powerful, as if it possessed some kind of magic.

"As students in the elite class, you will enjoy top-tier resources from Shanghai No. 3 High School and even the entire Shanghai education system!"

He paused, then dropped a bombshell that sent the outside world into a frenzy:

"From today onwards, the 'Elemental Training Room' in the school's underground will be open to the three of you unconditionally, 24/7! Furthermore, the school will provide each of you with a 'Soul-level' Stardust Magic Artifact free of charge until you graduate!"

Upon hearing this, even Mu Nujiao, who came from a prestigious family, couldn't hide the shock that flashed in her eyes.

Soul-level Stardust Magic Artifact!

That's a cultivation treasure that you might not be able to buy even for tens of millions of dollars!

The elemental training room is the culmination of the efforts of three top magic high schools in Shanghai.

The elemental concentration inside is several times higher than outside. One day of cultivation inside is equivalent to ten days or half a month outside!

After explaining these exciting privileges, Teacher Wang didn't waste any more words, turned around and left, handing the time over to the next teacher.

……

The fulfilling and intensive theoretical classes flew by unnoticed. As evening approached, the setting sun bathed the campus in a warm orange hue.

Just as Lin Chen finished packing his things and was full of anticipation, preparing to head to the legendary underground training room to find out more, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket and the screen lit up.

Lin Chen casually took out his phone, but when he saw the flashing contact name on the screen, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

【Mu Ningxue】

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Chen's eyes.

He opened the chat interface, swiped his finger up, and discovered that their last chat history was from two years ago.

On the screen is a short message:

[I heard from Mo Fan that you went to Shanghai?]

Looking at this slightly awkward greeting, Lin Chen's mind conjured up the image of a stunningly beautiful girl with long silver hair and an icy demeanor.

He smiled, tapped his fingers lightly on the keyboard, and replied with:

【Yes. 】

After sending the message, Lin Chen stood there and waited for a while. One minute, two minutes... but there was still no response from the other end.

"Looks like it was just a casual question." Lin Chen shook his head, preparing to lock his phone and put it back in his pocket.

Suddenly, the message "The other party is typing..." popped up at the top of the chat interface.

These words flickered for a long time, stopping and starting, as if the person on the other side of the screen was going through some kind of intense inner struggle.

Finally, a new message popped up:

【Okay, good luck! I'll be waiting for you in Beijing!】

Upon seeing this sentence, Lin Chen's gaze sharpened slightly.

The capital city is the heart of China, where powerful families hold sway, leaving ordinary mages with no future in sight.

He knew where Mu Ningxue's future lay, but he, Lin Chen, would never be bound by that vortex of power.

Without hesitation, his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out a line of text:

I'm not going to Beijing; it's not a good place for me.

The message was sent at a time when Bocheng was thousands of miles away.

Inside the Mu Family Manor, in that extremely luxurious yet ice-cold boudoir.

Mu Ningxue was wearing a thin silk nightgown and curled up on the large sofa.

Her pure, icy eyes were fixed on the message Lin Chen had sent her on her phone screen: "I'm not going to the capital."

【? 】

She instinctively uttered a question mark, her heart skipping a beat.

Why didn't you come?

Was it because of his father, Mu Zhuoyun's, obstruction back then?

Or is it because... he really wants to distance himself from himself?

Countless thoughts swirled in her mind, but in the end, her personality, which had been suppressed for years by ice magic and the heavy burden of her family, forced her to swallow all her doubts and resentment.

She bit her bloodless lower lip and, with slightly trembling fingers, typed a reply that perfectly matched her "Ice Princess" persona:

"Very well, the capital city is indeed not suitable for you. I'm going to cultivate now. Goodbye."

In Shanghai, Lin Chen looked at the message that carried a clear sense of alienation and sighed helplessly.

This girl is still so strong-willed, hiding all her emotions beneath that thick layer of ice armor.

However, the fact that she took the initiative to send me a message means that she still cares about me, right?

Seeing that there were no more status updates on the page, Lin Chen knew that Mu Ningxue had really gone offline.

Lin Chen continued walking towards the training room.

......

Meanwhile, in Bocheng...

In the dimly lit room, Mu Ningxue did not go to cultivate.

She remained curled up, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her stunningly beautiful yet deathly pale face.

Her fingers hovered above the keyboard; in the input box on the screen, there was still a line of text she had typed but hadn't sent:

"How are you doing in Shanghai? Has anyone been bullying you?"

She stared at the line of text for a long time, and finally sighed deeply, pressed the delete key, and erased it word by word.

"I hope we all have a bright future."

In the empty room, a barely audible murmur could be heard.

Mu Ningxue slowly closed her eyes, and a deep sadness and loneliness flashed in those usually cold and aloof eyes.

She pressed her phone tightly against her chest, as if trying to draw a trace of the boy's warmth from the cold metal casing.

Then, the room grew extremely cold, and the ice princess once again sealed herself away on that lonely throne.