Chapter 11
With a good mood, humming the tune of my little apple, Mo Fan walk towards the middle school.
Ming Wen middle school is an all girls private school where most of Xia city’s most pampered and fas.h.i.+onable girls are enrolled in.
Compared to other secondary schools, there is no magic education in this school but there’s a club where some of the members have even more knowledge than the compulsory 9 year magic education, moreover some of the club members even wear fully powered magic device as fas.h.i.+onable accessories.
These students are mostly second generation and more coming from a magicians’ family, wearing these device to nourish their spiritual force compared to Mo Fan who has to climb up step by step.
The road around the school are packed with many luxury cars, waiting for the time when school’s over, knowing Xin Xia’s temperament, she will go around and take the back exit instead, go through the small trail behind the school nearby the residential area and enjoy the fragrant smell of bamboo park.
Mo Fan walk past the school’s main gate and go towards the alley where the trail ends… and wait for his younger sister Xin Xia there.
Not many people know about this shortcut, but Mo Fan pa.s.s through other people’s yard and trod towards the familiar alley.
The world has changed, but this familiar city has not changed, the small bamboos enduring through winter by the alley still has not changed.
I guess Ye Xin Xian probably has not changed too.
….
Mo Fan lean against the wall at the alley, like a hooligan waiting to blackmail unknowing schoolboys, looking at the trail from time to time, thinking about surprising the girl, but after quite some time the girl still has not appear.
Why hasn’t she pa.s.s yet?
Mo Fan stood with a pose as if he’s giving up, close his eyes and almost as if a habit entered into spiritual meditation.
Suddenly from the direction of the hill across the alley, Mo Fan heard some loud voices which is usually cut off from the alley walls, but still pa.s.sed into his ears….
Could my sharper senses be the side effects of cultivating?
Curious about it, Mo Fan walked towards the small hill.
Out of the alley directly opposite the foot of the mountain where his old house has been sold is a small hill about one kilometer away, next to the small hill is a small park which has vines wrapping around a wooden swing.
The swing was hanging straight without any trace of movement, on