Full-Time Magister: My Talent is Pretty Good

"Hey Lao Lu, don't you think wearing a school uniform on a date is a bit inappropriate? Can I borrow your clothes? I think you have pretty good taste in clothes."

"I think you're overthinking it, Mo Fan. The class monitor isn't that kind of person."

Seeing that Mo Fan was already fantasizing about his evening, Lu Jin'an couldn't help but roll his eyes and mutter a complaint.

Mo Fan ignored Lu Jin'an's words completely. He waved his hand and said confidently.

"Sigh, you don't understand. That's how teenage girls are. She might have had a crush on me for a long time, but she just said it today."

"Maybe."

Lu Jin'an casually replied and then ignored Mo Fan, who was still lost in thought.

He needs to seize the time to cultivate, as the time for the cataclysm in Bo City is getting shorter and shorter. With his strength, he should have no problem getting through this.

But he still has to go to the ancient capital, participate in the World University Competition, and face the threat of the Black Vatican. His current strength is simply not enough.

Not to mention, Mu Nujiao is a genius from one of the four major families in Shanghai, and her talent and status are both quite impressive.

  

Although his strength is among the top of his peers, it is not enough in front of veteran powerhouses.

If he wants to take things further with Mu Nujiao, he can't just look at the wishes of the two young people; the Mu family is someone he'll have to face sooner or later.

With this in mind, Lu Jin'an continued his meditation, focusing on improving his strength and making the most of his daily cultivation time.

As for Mo Fan, seeing that Lu Jin'an had entered a meditative state, he didn't disturb her any further. He should first prepare what to wear for their date tonight.

That evening, Lu Jin'an emerged from her meditative state and looked around. The classroom was empty; Mo Fan must have left the school with Zhou Min.

He opened his phone, tapped on the message, found Mu Nujiao who had used his photo as her profile picture, and tapped on it.

The last news was from just two days ago.

Mr. Lu from AAA Building Materials: Goodnight, Sister Jiaojiao.

I don't eat cilantro: Hmm, you should go to bed early too.

Lu Jin'an held her phone, feeling a little nervous and unsure of what to say. After a long while, she typed out a message and clicked send.

Mr. Lu from AAA Building Materials: Is Sister Jiaojiao there?

After struggling to utter those two words for a long time, he couldn't help but scratch his head, wondering why he looked so stupid.

Is he not suited for online chatting?

This thought didn't last long, as the words "typing is in progress" soon appeared on Lu Jin'an's phone screen.

After waiting a short while, my phone vibrated, indicating that Mu Nujiao had replied to my message.

I don't eat cilantro: Yes.

Not eating cilantro: Xiao Lu, have you ever heard the saying?

Lu Jin'an didn't understand what she was up to, but she still replied according to her intuition.

Mr. Lu from AAA Building Materials: What are you saying?

On the other end of the phone, Mu Nujiao sat on her bed in an apartment not far from the school. She looked at the message that popped up on her phone and smiled.

I couldn't help but feel the urge to tease him.

She always felt that although Lu Jin'an was talented, he was also a very interesting person, quite different from the self-important rich young men she usually encountered.

Sometimes he seems a bit dazed, which is also...cute, isn't it?

At least that's what Mu Nujiao thinks. She believes that chatting with Lu Jin'an makes her feel relaxed and allows her to be her true self.

Without keeping the person on the other end of the phone waiting, she quickly edited the message she had prepared in advance and clicked send.

I don't eat cilantro: Haven't you ever heard of the saying, "When you start, it's always the Joker"?

Lu Jin'an looked at the message Mu Nujiao sent on the chat page, and his lips twitched. He felt more and more that this woman was cunning.

This is completely different from the dignified and elegant person she was when we first met; she always likes to make strange and quirky jokes.

Mr. Lu from AAA Building Materials: Sister Jiaojiao, you've got some nerve talking to me like that. My Necromancer has broken through to the second level of the intermediate stage. Be careful, or I'll come to Shanghai to cause you trouble.

Mu Nujiao looked at the message the other party had sent, and while she was surprised, she couldn't help but find it amusing.

She hadn't expected that Lu Jin'an, who was even younger than her, had already reached the second level of the Necromancer class so quickly, while she had only just broken through to the second level of the Wind class.

There's a huge difference in skill level between the two.

However, Mu Nujiao smiled at the second half of her statement, believing that Lu Jin'an would be unable to speak properly in front of her, let alone cause trouble.

I don't eat cilantro: Congratulations! I also broke through to level two a couple of days ago. But are you going to cause me trouble? I don't believe you.

After sending the message, Mu Nujiao added a cheeky cat emoji, which looked rather smug.

Lu Jin'an's heart clenched as he looked at the cheeky emoji; his fists hardened. He could imagine the expression on the girl's face on the other end of the phone.

Mr. Lu from AAA Building Materials: ╭∩╮ It's just that I haven't taken a holiday yet. When my school holidays start, you'll have a hard time coming to Shanghai.

Not eating cilantro: I don't believe you, and I'll look down on you if you don't come.

Mr. Lu from AAA Building Materials: Sure, you can wait for me when you're all cleaned up.

Mu Nujiao blushed slightly as she looked at the message the other party had sent, perhaps thinking of some inappropriate imagery.

I don't eat cilantro: Xiao Lu, you've gone astray, making dirty jokes again. I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going to take a shower.

Lu Jin'an's lips curled up slightly. He knew that Mu Nujiao was shy, so he had no intention of teasing her any further. After editing the message, he clicked send.

Mr. Lu from AAA Building Materials: Go ahead, I'm going to eat. Let's talk again next time.

Not eating cilantro: OK.

Lu Jin'an turned off her phone, glanced at the dim sky, and thought it was time to eat. There was no need to order food tonight.

Just imagining Mu Nujiao taking a bath makes him feel like he can eat three bowls of rice.

As for Mo Fan, he was naturally quite fortunate in love, though not with Zhou Min.

At this moment, Mo Fan was in the abandoned factory, followed by a one-eyed demon wolf in the advanced stage, which was as tall as a three- or four-story building.

He had just asked Zhou Min to take her grandmother to a safe place and go to get help.

Mo Fan narrowly dodged the attack of the advanced-stage one-eyed demon wolf, breaking out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but think of what Lu Jin'an had said at noon.

"Damn it! We should have trusted Lao Lu back then! Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? We can't hold on much longer!"

Mo Fan cursed under his breath, but his body didn't dare to stop. He quickly climbed into a hiding place, but the wolf-like demons had a keen sense of smell and soon found him.

With no other option, Mo Fan, who had just caught his breath, got up and ran away, using the Thunder Seal - Python Mark as cover and for counterattack.

However, the level one lightning seal's attack and control capabilities were clearly insufficient, and it had little effect on the advanced-stage one-eyed demon wolf.

If Mo Fan hadn't been agile and hadn't been a long-time member of the city's demon-hunting team, he might have been dead the moment he encountered this advanced-stage demon.

At this moment, Zhou Min, who had been rescued by Mo Fan, was helping her grandmother away from the abandoned factory. The surrounding area was full of people who had fled from the old neighborhood, frightened by the noise from the factory.

There are also some police officers responsible for maintaining public order.

Zhou Min and the people around her had already called the city's monster-hunting team.

But the person hadn't arrived yet. She was anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She could only secretly pray that Mo Fan would be alright and hope that the city's demon-hunting team would hurry up.