“Alright, Uncle, done!” Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes and grinned at Saint Craftsman Mu Chen.
“You brat, I really don’t know whether to call you decisive or just unruly.” Saint Craftsman Mu Chen shook his head helplessly with a smile.
However, since the matter was settled, he, as an elder, would naturally arrange everything properly.
With Saint Craftsman Mu Chen’s personal recommendation, Mo Fan didn’t even need to take the assessment and was directly granted an admission spot at the East Sea Primary Soul Master Academy.
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East Sea Primary Soul Master Academy, Grade One, Class One.
“Students, quiet down.”
Inside the Grade One, Class One classroom, Teacher Ye Yi patted the podium, his gaze sweeping over the thirty prodigies sitting straight in the seats below.
“Today, our class welcomes a transfer student.”
As soon as these words were spoken, a commotion broke out among the students below.
One had to know, this was the core Class One of the East Sea Primary Academy.
An academy named directly after the place itself, one could imagine its strength.
All thirty people in Class One, half of them had innate full Soul Power, and everyone possessed a top-tier Martial Soul; every single one was a genius among geniuses.
Who could possibly transfer in at this time?
Amidst the whispering of the crowd, Mo Fan walked in swaggeringly with his hands in his pockets.
A trace of imperceptible nervousness flashed deep in Teacher Ye Yi’s eyes.
He didn’t know how immense the background of this little guy, who had been personally inserted by the principal, actually was.
“Student Mo Fan, please introduce yourself to everyone.”
Mo Fan nodded, grabbed a piece of chalk, and scribbled two large characters on the blackboard.
He then turned around, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said with a grin:
“Hello everyone, my name is Mo Fan. ‘Mo’ as in ‘inexplicable’, ‘Fan’ as in ‘naturally extraordinary’. As for my Martial Soul, it’s quite special—it’s Magic. As for Soul Power… not much… just innate full Soul Power.”
Hearing ‘innate full Soul Power,’ those who had been whispering instantly shut their mouths, and the contempt in their eyes dissipated for the most part.
In this World, innate full Soul Power was hard currency, enough to earn at least basic respect.
However, what made them even more puzzled was another word.
“Magic? What the heck is that?”
“Mo Fan, are you a Tool Spirit or a Beast Spirit?”
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With the first person speaking up, the group of mischievous six-year-olds in Class One immediately started chattering.
“Mo Fan! Can your magic turn people into pigs like in Harry Potter?” Lei Bin shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Mo Fan!” The fair and chubby little Bao Zixuan wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth while looking expectantly and patting his round belly: “Can your magic conjure up big chicken legs? I get hungry by noon.”
“Forget it, you only care about eating!” Hou San, a sharp-mouthed student next to him, stepped on the leg of his chair, looked at Mo Fan with shifty eyes, raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice with a mischievous smile: “Hey, buddy, can you turn invisible and go to the girls’ restroom?”
“Ew—! You pervert!” All the girls in the class immediately turned their heads and shot a barrage of disdainful glares.
The corners of Mo Fan’s mouth twitched violently as he stood on the podium, and he rubbed his temples helplessly.
The children in this World were truly precocious.
Turning people into pigs would at least require a super-tier curse magic, and conjuring chicken legs was even more like a Wish Spell.
As for turning invisible to go to the girls’ restroom… ahem, the Shadow Element could indeed do that.
In his past life, Mo Fan had peeked at Mu Ningxue and others bathing in the river.
“My magic encompasses everything. As for whether I can turn invisible… you’ll know in the future.” Mo Fan glanced at Hou San with a half-smile, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked toward the only empty seat in the corner under the gaze of the whole class.
“Mo Fan, sit next to that blonde-haired kid.” Teacher Ye Yi pointed to the corner.
Mo Fan turned his head and saw a handsome little cool guy with a cold, aristocratic vibe, hugging his arms and eyeing him sideways.
Quite pretentious.
This shouldn’t be the Zhao Manyan type, right?
Before Mo Fan could even get his seat warm, the blonde kid couldn’t help but lean over and lower his voice: “My name is Xie Xie.”
“Why are you thanking me?” Mo Fan asked in confusion.
“I mean, my name is Xie Xie!!”
“Oh, oh, it sounds quite nice.”
Mo Fan gave an awkward smile and was just about to study the textbooks of this World when Xie Xie’s mouth started going like a machine gun, non-stop.
“Hey, Mo Fan, can your magic fly? Can it summon meteors? Can it take objects from a distance? Hey, answer me, everyone here has innate full Soul Power, why don’t you reveal a little to me? How about you perform a magic trick for me to see?”
Mo Fan’s eyelids twitched wildly.
This guy was a chatterbox!
“Who was being cold and aloof! Can’t I just ask!” Xie Xie’s face turned red, and he retorted with his neck stiff, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift slightly.
As the final bell rang at noon, Xie Xie was still chattering away beside him.
Mo Fan yawned, his gaze drifting through the window, recalling his student days in his past life.
Back then, he had also looked out the window like this, fantasizing about a World of mages.
He wondered how high he could reach in this lifetime.
However, this relaxed atmosphere only lasted until the afternoon combat class.
Combat Drill Arena.
Thirty students from Class One stood in a row, all eager for action.
Teacher Ye Yi had his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over everyone’s faces.
“This afternoon is a combat class. At the same time, I would like to announce something. The monitor of Class One will be selected in this class. The selection rules are simple: the strong shall prevail. As the monitor of Class One, not only will you represent the highest honor of the class, but you will also receive forty percent of the fifty thousand scholarship fund allocated to our class every year!”
“Whoa!!!!”
Instantly, the entire Class One erupted.
Forty percent was twenty thousand.
Although most of the students in the class didn’t lack this money, at only six years old, they obviously couldn’t control much wealth.
The temptation of twenty thousand was still very great for children.
And for a reincarnated old soul like Mo Fan, it was even greater!
“Twenty thousand Federal Credits…” Mo Fan’s eyes lit up instantly.
For other aristocratic children in the class, this might just be a significant amount of pocket money, but for Mo Fan, every bit of money was crucial.
Although he didn’t lack anything now, he had relied on favors to get this far.
Even the rent was paid by Saint Craftsman Mu Chen.
How could a dignified Magic God tolerate being taken care of by others?
He must achieve financial freedom as soon as possible!
In his past life at Mingzhu Institute, in order to compete for the cultivation resources of the Three-Step Tower, he had challenged over two hundred freshmen alone.
Now that he had changed Worlds, it was the same familiar recipe, the same familiar resource-grabbing segment.
His DNA had been triggered.
“Sorry, kids, Brother Fan has to take this money.” Mo Fan rubbed his wrists, a devilish smile curling up on the corners of his mouth.