novelkee Chapter 168 Casual Chat
Chapter 168 Casual Chat
“That’s good.” Trevor didn’t let go, but looked at Morse with a slight smile, seemingly ignoring his previous statement. Both of them knew how hypocritical that smile was. “It’s a good thing that freshmen have the desire to learn new things.”
Maya then interjected, her tone serious: "Trevor."
A single word and a glance were enough for Trevor to understand her meaning. The other students, watching this scene, knew the farce was about to end. Trevor's appearance and his rude behavior made the students uneasy.
Everyone knows that Trevor became a famous student because of his family background, but his behavior is outrageous and he disregards the authority of the college.
The Maya disliked this behavior.
“Junior, come with me.” She quickly gave Morse a concerned look, then grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Trevor.
Morse's gaze briefly met Trevor's, and a flicker of hesitation could be seen in Trevor's eyes, suggesting that he was quite unhappy about it.
A hint of murderous intent even emanated from Trevor, directed directly at Morse. Morse, with his keen senses, immediately detected this.
"Where are you going?" Trevor tried to catch up, a smile still on his lips, but his eyes betrayed his true intentions.
"!"
But one look from Maya made Trevor stop in his tracks. Her gaze was cold and powerful, as if silently telling him: stay away.
And so, Morse was taken away by Maya, while the other students could only watch in disbelief.
Maya usually seemed a bit eccentric because of her assertive attitude, but this was the first time they had seen her so assertive.
Her behavior was as if to say that there was something special about Morse.
"What do you think of them?" one student whispered to another, their eyes fixed on Morse and Maya's departing figures.
“I heard that Maya usually doesn’t like to socialize with others, so that first-year student must have something special about him,” another student replied, his tone filled with curiosity.
"Could it be...?"
"You think so too?"
"I hope it's not true..."
"I hope so, but I don't believe Maya would be captivated by him."
"But he's quite handsome."
"He is indeed quite handsome, but there are many more handsome students in the college."
"And I don't think Maya is the kind of person who would do something half-hearted."
As the students continued their gossiping and speculation, Trevor overheard their conversation. Jealousy compelled him to approach them.
"What are you gossiping about?" Trevor complained, his tone laced with anger.
They exchanged uneasy glances, not expecting Trevor to interrupt their conversation.
“Uh, we just want to know what happened between Maya and that first-year student,” a student explained cautiously.
“Maya? She can take care of herself. She won’t waste her time on someone unimportant,” Trevor retorted, glancing at the two of them. “You shouldn’t waste your time on this kind of trivial gossip either.”
"Didn't you just hit a student because you couldn't stand it? Now you're saying it's a trivial matter?"
The student wanted to argue, but he knew exactly who the other person was, so he immediately shut his mouth and nodded.
'Morse Scott, Morse Scott... How dare you!'
Trevor was burning with rage, constantly replaying the moment Maya touched Morse in his mind.
How dare you touch her!
He wanted to kill him immediately, but his reason told him he couldn't do that in the academy.
"Tsk." He was about to leave when the person who came stopped him.
"What happened here?" The instructor arrived late, after everything was over.
"..." Now Trevor has to explain everything that happened here.
......
Meanwhile, Morse felt somewhat uncomfortable being forcibly dragged out of the cafeteria by Maya.
This is not only because of her strong personality, but also because of her fame.
All eyes were on him, and he didn't like that. He had always preferred a life without any trouble.
"Senior."
"Not yet."
Maya continued walking forward without hesitation, clearly having made up her mind.
'well......'
Moreover, her strength is extraordinary, almost stronger than that of melee fighters.
'What kind of power is this?'
As a mage, it is indeed rare to have such strong physical abilities, but Morse doesn't have time to think about that right now.
"Can we stop now? We've come a long way."
Maya suddenly stopped and looked around. Just as he had said, they had gone quite a distance.
Releasing Morse's arm, Maya turned to look at him, her expression a mixture of concern and seriousness.
"Are you alright?" she asked, glancing at his arm. "That person really tried to hurt you just now."
"Isn't it a bit late to ask this now?" Morse muttered under his breath.
Upon hearing this reply, Maya pouted slightly, her eyes showing a hint of displeasure, as if to say she didn't like the way he spoke.
"..."
'Sigh... I'm here again.'
Morse realized his rudeness and lowered his head slightly. "Sorry, senior. I'm fine."
"Hmm...very good." Maya nodded and waved her hand. As she moved, the small vines began to move, weaving into two natural chairs.
"Come and sit down."
This is a powerful demonstration of her control over magic, yet she uses it so casually.
"Thank you." Morse decided to accept the offer and sat down.
After the two sat down, Maya looked intently at Morse, her angry and serious expression gradually returning to normal.
"How did the midterms go?" Maya asked.
"Midterm exams?" Morse was a little stunned.
"Yes."
"not bad."
Has your ranking improved?
"Yes, I am currently ranked 1729th."
"Hmm... From last place to 1729th, not bad."
"I have to thank you for that. I couldn't have improved so quickly without your help back then."
"Don't underestimate yourself; this is the result of your hard work."
"But this is also thanks to your help."
Maya looked at Morse with a slight smile, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest, as if she were proud of him. She leaned back in the wicker chair, appearing quite at ease in this natural setting.
“There’s something different about you,” she said suddenly, her gaze fixed on Morse.
"...What do you mean?" Morse pretended not to understand, but he was somewhat surprised.
'She's very perceptive; there's a reason Maya is called a genius,' he thought to himself.
"Hmm... I can sense something sleeping inside you."
You must have misunderstood.
"Hmm?" Maya didn't seem satisfied with this explanation.
Maya stood up without warning. Her slightly "different" side prompted her to move closer to Morse. Unaware that the distance between them was closing, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes fixed intently on his chest.
"What is this?" she murmured, gently touching his chest. "There's something interesting here; I can sense it. Is it a magical artifact? Or is it hiding some kind of talent?"
Morse was startled by her bold move; the two were now unusually close. He tried to remain calm. "Senior, you're too close."
'And how did she get so fast?'
Morse's speed and senses are his strongest attributes, but now he can't even move backward.
"Hmm? Oh, really?" Maya then realized the distance issue and took a small step back with a slightly embarrassed smile. "Sorry, I was just a little curious. Morse, do you know what you're hiding?"
"Senior, I really think you've misunderstood. There's nothing here. Besides, it's not very polite to pry into other people's secrets."
So you admit there's something here?
"No, I didn't. I mean, even if there was something, you shouldn't have asked. But that doesn't mean there is anything."
"Then why are you making excuses?"
"......well......"
Morse sighed, a hint of frustration in his eyes. Maya, on the other hand, smiled smugly, seemingly unconcerned about Morse's attempt to keep the secret.
"Hehe, if there's really nothing to hide, why not share it with your dear senior?" Maya teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Morse remained serious, but he couldn't ignore the pressure Maya was exerting. He knew that Maya's nonchalant attitude was actually a mask for her inner conviction.
But I cannot disclose that.
Although Maya had taught him how to control his magic, that didn't mean he had to tell her all the secrets.
“Senior, there are some things it’s better not to know,” Morse replied, trying to end the conversation.
However, Maya's determination seemed to only grow stronger, and she continued to gaze at him with that mischievous look.
"Come on, junior, I'm your teacher, right? Students shouldn't keep secrets from their teachers."
"When did you become my teacher?"
"Huh? Aren't I your teacher? I taught you how to control your magic."
“You did teach me, and I’m grateful for that. But that doesn’t mean you’re my teacher.”
"So, that's who I am."
"No, you are not."
"Sigh...you're so boring. I'm just a teacher out of curiosity."
“If I answered everyone’s questions, I wouldn’t be here.”
"Huh? Am I 'everyone'?"
"......no."
Seeing Morse's expression, Maya could no longer contain her laughter and burst into tears. The laughter echoed through the natural environment, attracting several curious birds.
“You always have this helpless look on your face whenever I try to get something out of you,” Maya said with a laugh.
Morse just looked at her, and for some reason, he felt he had lost—a strange feeling. Most of the time, he would win in conversations like this.
Why do I feel like I've been manipulated?
Maya stood up, her face beaming with a radiant smile that shone like the sun. "This is so much fun! I'm really looking forward to our next club meeting. Junior, we can chat more; maybe I can uncover all your mysterious secrets!"
After saying that, she waved cheerfully and strolled away, leaving Morse with a strange sense of longing and sadness.
“They look very alike,” Morse said in a voice that was barely audible to others.
The image of a girl came to mind.
"Morse! You should smile more!"
'And I can't beat her either.'
He sighed, looked around, and then stood up.
'But I don't hate it.'