Full-Time Magister: My Talent is Pretty Good

"You dare!"

Hearing these ambiguous words, Lu Xiaoyan immediately got angry. She raised her fist and made a gesture as if she would take action if the other party disagreed.

"Go away, go away, you're my little princess, how could I dare refuse?"

Lu Jin'an laughed and scolded, then immediately backed down and started joking. He was also quite bored with the repetitive school life, just like many office workers.

If it weren't for making a living, who would want to take this lousy class? If your interest is your job, how many people actually do that?

"Not bad, you're quite sensible. You'll be carrying my bag tomorrow."

Lu Xiaoyan nodded, jumped up, and lifted her schoolbag higher.

Just as she was about to turn around, she heard a series of "rumbling" sounds and glanced at a bicycle that was about to crash into her.

The little girl was twelve or thirteen years old. Her eyes saw it, and her mind told her to hide quickly, but her body suddenly felt weak.

She had never encountered anything like this before. Let alone a child, even an adult would have their legs go weak at first.

She could only watch helplessly as the distance between the bicycle and her slowly decreased.

  

Lu Jin'an wasn't far from Lu Xiaoyan, but they were still a few feet apart.

He naturally saw the bicycle, the person on it, and Mo Fan, who was only 3 or 4 meters away from them, and the bicycle that was about to hit his sister.

Lu Jin'an's adrenaline surged. Seeing that his sister was about to get into trouble, how could he not be anxious?

My mind went blank for a moment. I loosened my backpack, used my thigh muscles, and my body instinctively rushed forward.

He only took one step, and the bicycle covered three meters, almost hitting Lu Xiaoyan.

Human speed can't compare to that of a car, not even the most ordinary bicycle, let alone a 15-year-old junior high school student.

At this moment, Mo Fan's face was filled with horror. The wind blew, and his hair and the pendant around his neck swayed wildly with the force of the wind.

As the girl drew closer, his hands trembled violently. He wanted to turn and brake, but it was too late.

too close.

If I hadn't been thinking about all those other things while riding, and had avoided them in advance, none of this would have happened.

But these are all hypotheticals.

When Lu Xiaoyan realized she might be hit, she had already started moving, but she was too close and too slow.

There's still half a meter left.

"what!"

She seemed to foresee what was about to happen, so she tightly closed her eyes, covered her head, and shouted loudly.

One second, two seconds...

Time passed slowly. With her eyes closed, she could only feel waves of darkness, hear the sound of fabric rubbing together, and hear a "thump."

Something seems to have fallen.

But it seems she wasn't knocked down. Doesn't it hurt? And she felt a warm sensation on her back, as if a pair of arms were wrapped around her.

I took a sniff and a fresh, pleasant scent wafted over me. It was familiar; it was the smell of their laundry detergent.

Lu Xiaoyan was a little nervous, but she slowly opened her eyes. The boy who had almost bumped into her was now lying on the ground.

With one leg pinned under the bike, he remained in the same riding position, lying on his side on the ground, his dark brown eyes fixed on her.

To be precise, I was staring at her from behind.

Lu Xiaoyan was unaware of what had happened and turned her head in the direction of Mo Fan's gaze.

Lu Jin'an hugged her from behind, meeting her gaze with tenderness, his hair swaying in the wind, and his originally dark brown pupils occasionally flashing with a shimmering green light.

It's like a gentle breeze.

"What are you looking at? Be more careful next time you walk. What am I going to tell Mom and Dad if you get hit by a car?"

Hearing the familiar words in her ear, Lu Xiaoyan came back to her senses, her feelings complicated.

But more than anything, there was fear and a sense of relief at surviving.

The pupils, which had been somewhat unfocused, suddenly focused, and tears welled up in the eyes and dripped onto the ground.

She turned around and suddenly threw herself into Lu Jin'an's arms, her body trembling slightly, without saying a word.

Lu Jin'an glanced at Mo Fan, who was still slumped on the ground, ignored him, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her previously dancing hair and shimmering eyes returned to normal.

He raised his hand and patted Lu Xiaoyan's head, a gentle and doting smile playing on his lips.

"Okay, okay, loosen your grip now, or you'll get my clothes dirty."

Lu Xiaoyan didn't reply, but instead rubbed her face against her clothes and hugged her even tighter.

Mo Fan came to his senses at this moment. He had closed his eyes when he was about to hit the wall and did not see what happened.

I felt that the bicycle, which was moving forward, suddenly fell to the side, not as if it was being pushed by a person, but as if it had been blown by a strong wind.

Yes, it was the wind. His cheeks were still slightly sore from the wind. It felt unreal, unbelievable, but it was definitely like that.

It was the power of that boy from before.

Is this magic?

Mo Fan took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and stood up, pushing the cart. He glanced at the little girl who was still crying, feeling somewhat at a loss, but still solemnly addressed the two of them.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now. Are you hurt anywhere?"

After he finished speaking, he fell silent, feeling somewhat embarrassed and at a loss.

Lu Jin'an waved his hand and glanced at Mo Fan, who was wearing shorts and had his skin bleeding from the fall.

"We're fine, but you..."

She had only spoken halfway when Lu Jin'an suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded, the world spinning around her. She couldn't hold on and collapsed straight down.

Before losing consciousness, Lu Xiaoyan's voice could be faintly heard, but it was unclear what she was saying.

……

"Hmm, where is this? You're wearing it again?"

Lu Jin'an opened his eyes groggily, not knowing where he was, only seeing a white ceiling. He thought he had traveled through time again and blurted out something in his mind.

She didn't move and lay there for about half a minute.

Lu Jin'an's consciousness slowly returned. He raised his hand to look at the hospital gown on his arm and surveyed his surroundings.

The white bed, the white ceiling, and the faint smell of disinfectant made him guess that he was in a hospital.

As he tried to get out of bed, Lu Jin'an felt a tingling numbness in his thighs. He frowned slightly and looked down to see Lu Xiaoyan sitting on a stool, her head resting on his lap.

Seeing that she was sleeping comfortably, Lu Jin'an had no intention of teasing her. He calmly pulled his leg out, picked up his phone from beside the pillow, and watched a comedy sketch for a while.

Lu Jin'an yawned and stretched, her lips feeling very dry. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an unopened bottle of mineral water on the bedside table not far away.

He reached out to take it, but another pair of small hands beat him to it.

I took the water, turned on the tap, and held it to his lips in one smooth motion.