Trash always talks too much!

Shen Mingxiao and the others had just stepped onto the field when Mo Fan showed up.

He immediately spotted Zhou Sining chatting with Mu Nujiao and went straight over to be a nuisance.

"Well, well, if it isn't our great genius Zhou. Back to being a simp again?"

Hearing that mocking drawl, Zhou Sining was about to ask which bastard was looking for trouble. Then he turned around and saw Mo Fan grinning like an absolute jackass.

"You're the simp. Your whole family's full of simps." Zhou Sining couldn't be bothered with him.

Mo Fan chuckled. "Anyway, I never thought you'd already reached Intermediate Level 3. That's pretty damn impressive!"

Two days earlier, he had spent the entire night discussing remnant souls and spirit essence with Qiu Yuhua. He hadn't been able to wake up the next morning, so naturally, he had missed the match between Ancient Capital Academy and Imperial Capital Academy.

It was only through Zhao Manyan that he had learned how Zhou Sining had crushed Imperial Capital Academy in an instant and left them without a single win.

Mo Fan was deeply pleased. Zhou Sining really was one of their own from Bo City. He hadn't disgraced their hometown!

But alongside that satisfaction, he felt a little miserable.

After all, he had studied magic for a year longer than Zhou Sining, yet this junior of his had actually left him in the dust.

His own innate talent was excellent. He was born able to cultivate twice as fast as ordinary people, and he even had Little Loach as his cheat.

Even if cultivating four elements had slowed his progress, Mo Fan still felt miserable.

"Don't tell me you're green with envy, dear senior Mo Fan?" Zhou Sining picked the perfect moment to be a nuisance himself.

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