Chapter 22

Mu Ningxue’s words were very brief, and Mo Fan had no idea what those boys were so excited about, as if he really could get into the Capital Academy.

The Capital Academy was naturally the best magic university in the country. In a city like Bocheng, it was already a great achievement for a few students to get in each year.

With such a low admission rate, it was evident that Mu Ningxue, who had been specially admitted, must be exceptionally outstanding to be able to attend the Capital Academy without going through a magic high school.

"Brother Fan, you should work harder these two years and also get into the Capital Academy. Once you're there, even the Mu family won't be able to control you. Then... hehehe." Zhang Xiaohou said.

Just as Zhang Xiaohou finished speaking, that persistent Zhao Kunsan jumped out again.

"Stop making a fool of yourself. After today, your Brother Fan will be directly expelled from the school, and you still talk about the Capital Academy!" Zhao Kunsan sneered.

"Zhao Kunsan, are you sick or something? When did my Brother Fan ever offend you? Do you have to jump out and bark like a dog every time we say something?" Zhang Xiaohou had been enduring Zhao Kunsan for a long time.

Zhang Xiaohou was now one of the outstanding students in the class, one of the few who could cast magic. He didn't understand what Zhao Kunsan, who could only control six stars, had the nerve to bark at him.

"I haven't been offended, but I just can't stand such shameless little scoundrels. I really don't understand how you had the nerve to get close to Miss Mu Ningxue back then. You should know your place and not have delusions. If it weren't for you, our Zhao Family Village wouldn't have had its land taken away!" Zhao Kunsan pointed at Mo Fan and scolded.

Zhao Kunsan was also from this area and was considered a servant of the Mu family.

The term "servant" might seem out of place in modern times, but if your family's livelihood depended on the Mu family's mistress liking flowers, then the Zhao family, which was responsible for the estate's landscaping and flowers, was indeed a gardener and servant.

The Mu estate was so vast that it was like the old noble estates. Perhaps there were only a hundred noble members, but the surrounding farmers, workers, and servants numbered in the thousands.

According to the older generation, this entire area used to belong to the Mu family, the true first family of Bocheng. Naturally, there were many families like Mo Fan's and Zhao Kunsan's that relied on them for survival.

Zhao Kunsan resented Mo Fan. If it weren't for his audacity, which offended the old man, their lives as gardeners could have been much better!

"Mo Fan, why don't you have any sense? I've always known that some people are beyond our reach. It's better to keep a respectful distance for the sake of yourself and your family. You must have thought that a toad could eat swan meat. Do you think this is a novel or a TV drama where a cowherd marries a princess? Get real!" Zhao Kunsan pointed at Mo Fan with disdain.

This time, Mu Ningxue's appearance had thoroughly stirred up the resentment that Zhao Kunsan had been hiding in his heart.

Back then, Mo Fan's foolish actions affected too many people and too many families.

A princess is a princess, and it's best to keep a respectful distance.

This isn't a fairy tale. If you cross that line, the king's anger could lead to increased taxes, making life unbearable for the entire village or town!

Today, the middle-aged man with white temples standing slightly behind the podium was the king!

His name was Mu Zhuoyun, a man whose influence could shake the entire Bocheng with a single step.

Mo Fan had offended him.

It could be said that Mu Zhuoyun had already shown mercy by not reducing Mo Fan's family to beggars!

"Zhao Kunsan, can't you shut your mouth?"

"What, am I wrong?" Zhao Kunsan said.

Mo Fan glanced at Zhao Kunsan.

To be honest, his words were somewhat surprising. This guy seemed to have a much clearer understanding of reality than Mo Fan had expected.

Some people only realize the foolishness of mocking those with poor grades but rich families when they are much older. In the real world, the rich go abroad for prestigious degrees, easily find jobs with high salaries, and live a life far above those who worked hard to get into good universities, losing their ideals and drive, and ending up tired and poor!

What Zhao Kunsan said revealed a more mature mindset than his peers. In fact, it was better to see oneself clearly early on rather than chase after unrealistic dreams, which could lead to a harsh reality that shatters all previous hopes, making it hard to accept!

Of course, Mo Fan had no reason to admire Zhao Kunsan for his clear understanding of reality; instead, he found it laughable. "Zhao Kunsan, you have the potential and the resolve to be a dog, something I, Mo Fan, could never achieve. I admire you, I really do!" Mo Fan retorted.

"What the hell are you? If I were a dog, I'd be a well-fed, well-housed, and well-dressed noble dog. You're just a stray, a drowning dog, a garbage-eating dog. Look at yourself, do you not smell like a pile of trash? The most precious thing is that you still don't know how bad you smell, and you had to come to this magic high school, only to be kicked out. I just want to ask your father, Mo Jiaxing, if he ever regretted having you, a mere broom star!" Zhao Kunsan continued to curse.

Mo Fan's previous insults had directly hit Zhao Kunsan's pain points, but Zhao Kunsan wasn't one to back down. He admitted to being a dog and bit into Mo Fan.

Mo Fan glanced at the crowd.

Sure enough, he caught sight of the person whose eyes gleamed with a hint of schadenfreude. It was Mu Bai.

This young master who had once been beaten by Mo Fan.

Back when they were younger, everyone was just kids, and revenge was as simple as throwing stones at someone's window, harmless.

But now, people's fates would be drastically changed by magic awakening and magic exams. Mu Bai, who had risen, finally had the chance to strike back!

For now, Zhao Kunsan, the dog, was let loose, with a well-planned scheme to find a better opportunity to strike.

No, no, these former underlings, who were once beaten like dogs, now knew how to play mind games. It wasn't in vain that Mo Fan had educated them like a father for so many years.

Come on, bring it on.

I, Mo Fan, have been dealing with trolls and superior dogs for a hundred years without ever failing. I humble them with my lowliness and never let a slight go unpunished!

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These former underlings, who were once beaten like dogs, now knew how to play mind games. It wasn't in vain that Mo Fan had educated them like a father for so many years.

Come on, bring it on.

I, Mo Fan, have been dealing with trolls and superior dogs for a hundred years without ever failing. I humble them with my lowliness and never let a slight go unpunished!