Mu Ningxue's words were very short, and Mo Fan didn't know what those boys were so excited about. They spoke as if she could really get into the Imperial College.
The Imperial College was naturally the best magic university in the country. In a city like Bo City, it was already very impressive for a few students to get in.
With such a low acceptance rate, it was enough to see how outstanding Mu Ningxue was to be able to directly enter the Imperial College without going through a magic high school.
"Brother Fan, work harder these two years and get into the Imperial College as well. Once you get into the Imperial College, no matter how long the Mu Family's hands are, they might not be able to control you. At that time … Hehehe." Zhang Xiaohou said.
Just as Zhang Xiaohou finished speaking, the haunting Zhao Kunsan jumped out again.
"Don't make me laugh to death. After today, your Brother Fan will be kicked out of the school. What Imperial College!" Zhao Kunsan said sarcastically.
"Zhao Kunsan, are you crazy? When did my Brother Fan offend you? Do you need to jump out and bark like a dog when we say a sentence?" Zhang Xiaohou had also endured Zhao Kunsan for a long time.
Zhang Xiaohou was currently an outstanding student in the class, and was one of the few people who could use magic. He didn't know what qualifications Zhao Kunsan, who could only control 6 stars, had to bark in front of him.
"You didn't offend me, but I just can't stand this kind of shameless little tramp. I really don't understand, where did you get the courage to get close to Miss Mu Ningxue. What kind of thing are you? Don't do wishful thinking. If it wasn't for you, our Zhao Manor's land wouldn't have been taken back! "Zhao Kunsan pointed at Mo Fan's nose and scolded him.
Zhao Kunsan was also from this area, and could also be considered a servant of the Mu Family.
Servant, this word was a bit out of place in the modern era, but if your family's livelihood was all because the Mu Family's mistress liked to grow flowers, then how could the Zhao Family, who had always been in charge of the manor's greenery and flowers, not be a gardener, a servant?
The Mu Manor was too big. It was so big that it was like an old aristocrat's manor. The entire manor might only have a few hundred people, but there were thousands of farmers, recognized servants, and servants surrounding them.
According to the older generation, this entire area used to belong to the Mu Family. They were the true number one wealthy family in Bo City.... Naturally, there were many families like Mo Fan and Zhao Kunsan that lived around them....
Zhao Kunsan was still holding a grudge against Mo Fan. If it weren't for his reckless act of infuriating the old man, the gardeners would be able to live a good life!
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Mu Ningxue's appearance had thoroughly triggered the grudge that Zhao Kunsan had been hiding in his heart.
... The stupid things Mo Fan did in the past had affected too many people, too many families.
A princess was a princess. If you should stay at a respectful distance, then you should stay at a respectful distance.
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............ Today................. The King, was the King.
He was called Mu Zhuoyun. He was the person who could make the entire Bo City shake with a stomp of his foot.
The person that Mo Fan had angered was him.
It could be said that Mu Zhuoyun not letting Mo Fan's family fall into the situation of begging for food was already considered benevolent!
"Zhao Kunsan, can you shut your mouth!"
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Zhao Kunsan said.
Mo Fan glanced at Zhao Kunsan.
As a matter of fact, Mo Fan was quite surprised by the man's words. It seemed like the man was more realistic than he had imagined.
Some people only understood after they got older. They had ridiculed those people with poor grades and rich families in class for being stupid. After entering society, those stupid rich people went abroad to study and came back with all kinds of bullsh * t diplomas. They could casually find a job with a salary of tens of thousands and still think that it was too little. As for those who had always worked hard to get into a good university, they were submerged in the sea of people working. They lived a life that was not on the same level as the people they had ridiculed. They had lost their dreams, lost their fighting spirit, and were tired like a dog and still fucking poor!
Zhao Kunsan's words showed that he was much more mature than his peers. In fact, it was much better to see yourself clearly than to foolishly chase after your dreams. Otherwise, your dreams would be shattered, and the cruel reality would make you lose everything you wanted in an instant. It was like a nightmare that was hard to accept!
Of course, Mo Fan had no reason to appreciate Zhao Kunsan's clear view of reality. Instead, he found it laughable. "Zhao Kunsan, you have the potential to be a dog, and you also have the awareness to be a dog. This is something that I, Mo Fan, will never be able to do in my life. I admire you, I admire you!" Mo Fan retorted.
"What the f * ck are you? If I were a dog, I'd be a dog that eats good dog food, lives in a small bungalow, and wears beautiful clothes. You're just a stray dog, a drowning dog, a dog that eats garbage. Why don't you take a look at yourself? Which part of your body doesn't emit the smell of trash that crawled out of a garbage dump? The most precious thing is that you still don't know how stinky you are. You insisted on persecuting your family's last bit of real estate to come to this magic high school. In the end, you were still kicked out. I just want to ask your father, Mo Jiaxing. Has he ever regretted giving birth to you? You're just a jinx! "Zhao Kunsan continued to scold.
Mo Fan's scolding just now had actually directly poked at Zhao Kunsan's sore spot. However, Zhao Kunsan wasn't someone who was easy to deal with. He admitted that he was a dog and bit Mo Fan.
Mo Fan glanced at the crowd.
Sure enough, he caught sight of the person whose eyes flickered with a hint of schadenfreude. This person was Mubai.
This young master who was living under someone else's roof and had been beaten up by him before.
That's right. When he was younger, everyone was still a child. Taking revenge on someone was just throwing stones at someone else's window. It didn't matter much.
And now, people's fates were about to undergo a huge change in magic awakening and magic assessment. Mubai, who had leaped up, finally had a chance to strike back!
For the time being, he'd let go of Zhao Kun, this dog. He had been plotting for a long time. He was looking for a more suitable opportunity to ruthlessly stab him.
Eight wrongs, eight wrongs. These bastards who had been beaten into dogs by him in the past now knew how to play mind games. It wasn't in vain for him to educate them like a father for so many years.
Come, use whatever moves you have.
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