Chapter 1 Time Travel

Style: Fantasy Author: Watermelon rind is not deliciousWords: 1142Update Time: 24/02/20 16:12:11
In the park, a beautiful and refined girl was sitting on a swing. A handsome boy was pushing her behind her, and there was a wheelchair next to her.

The handsome boy is our protagonist Mo Tianling, and this girl is Ye Xinxia.

"Brother Tianling, the high school entrance examination is tomorrow. Are you sure you will be admitted to Tianlan Magic High School?" Xinxia said, looking at the heroic boy behind her.

Mo Tianling said with a relaxed expression: "Don't worry! Aren't you still worried about me? I'm a top student! Shouldn't you be worried about that boy Mo Fan?"

Just kidding, who is Mo Tianling? That's the top student in the exam every year! Besides, he is a time traveler. Yes, he is a time traveler. It has been 16 years since he came to this world.

At the beginning, I was still ignorant about this world, but I have understood it since I was in school. The historical figures in this world now are very similar to his original world, except that it has changed from a technological world to a magical world.

Or he had read a novel called "The Versatile Mage" before, and he was a big fan of Uncle Luan. He still has a lot of regrets about the plot, and now that he has traveled through time... hehe!

When Ye Xinxia heard what he said, she first smiled, then frowned slightly and said, "Why haven't you seen Brother Mo Fan recently?"

Mo Tianling smiled slyly and said, "I don't know! But he often goes to the back mountain mysteriously, and I don't know who he is having a tryst with!"

Ye Xinxia wanted to say something, but was interrupted by someone coming from behind. "Xiao Lingzi, have you ever talked about your brother behind his back like this?" came a slightly lazy voice.

Mo Tianling looked at the visitor and said with an unhappy expression: "Aren't you just a month older than me? Don't be so old-fashioned."

That's right, Mo Fan was just one month old when Mo Jiaxing brought Mo Tianling back. He said that he heard the sound of a baby crying while he was resting while hauling goods, and found a baby on the roadside, so he took him to the house. He brought it back.

Mo Fan said with a serious face: "I will be a brother for life and a father for life. Call me daddy quickly and come listen."

Mo Tianling's forehead went dark when he heard what he said. He rolled up his sleeves and walked up to Mo Fan. A scuffle broke out immediately.

Ye Xinxia was speechless as she watched from the side. The two of them started fighting each other for some unknown reason. Maybe it was because of their incompatibility!

After they were done playing around, he said, "Okay, you two pinch each other every day, aren't you tired?"

After hearing Ye Xinxia's words, they patted their clothes separately and turned their heads aside.

Ye Xinxia ignored their angry looks and looked at Mo Fan and said, "Brother Mo Fan, how are you doing in your review? You will take the high school entrance examination tomorrow."

Before Mo Fan could say anything, Mo Tianling next to him interrupted: "With my guidance, it's not a matter of taking the exam for Tianlan Magic High School."

It's true that Mo Fan's studies are indeed very poor. He spent a lot of effort to ensure that this guy can successfully enter high school. He looked unhappy when he thought about Mo Jiaxing begging Mu He so that Mo Fan could go to school. What's more, he also knew that Mu He was the Archdeacon of Hujin, which was the feared Black Church.

I really envied Mo Fan who didn't know anything about it. He still said with a smile on his face: "Yes, with Xiao Lingzi's guidance, although I can't get high scores, I can still pass."

Ye Xinxia was relieved after hearing what he said. Otherwise, she would still be a little worried about this unreliable brother Mo Fan. Yes, but it's unreliable. After all, when he was a child, he actually ran away from home with Mu Ningxue, the little princess of the Mu family, and he was caught back. So she just felt that Mo Fan was unreliable.