First

Generally speaking, after graduating from a magic high school, one can obtain the certificate of a magic apprentice.

After graduating from a magic university, one can receive the certificate of a first-tier mage.

Someone like Collins, who by age hadn’t even graduated high school but had skipped ahead to university and obtained a mid-tier mage certification within a year, was extremely rare.

Mo Yue handed a document from her desk to Collins.

Collins took it and glanced through.

“Not bad.

This just contains basic beginner-level magic operation formulas.

Anyone who has studied math can pretty much understand it.”

Mo Yue snorted.

“Formulas alone are simple.

But the key is applying them in practice — that’s what really matters.”

Collins closed the workbook.

“Let’s make it simple.

From what I recall, most magic high schools will admit someone who can cast more than three cantrips.

If you can cast a single first-tier spell, you get directly placed into the elite class.”

“Let’s begin.

I’ll teach you a first-tier spell.”

Mo Yue had a strange look on her face, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing.

“I know what you’re thinking.

But trust me — I’m a mid-tier mage.

Even if your foundation isn’t strong, teaching you a first-tier spell is no big deal.”

His fingers touched together.

Magic light bloomed at Collins’ fingertips.

Just like many advanced spells require lower-tier spells as prerequisites, most first-tier spells rely on zero-tier cantrips.

Right now, the spell in Collins’ hand was built on the cantrip Light Spell — it was the first-tier Holy Light Spell.

“Here, hold it.

I’ll teach you how to control it.”

The glowing orb floated in the air.

Collins felt a soft fingertip brush his hand.

Mo Yue immediately pulled back, puffing her cheeks angrily at him.

“I mean, what exactly are you afraid of?

It’s not like I could actually do anything to you.”

Despite her reluctance, Mo Yue’s hand once again touched Collins’.

As their fingertips met, a surge of information flooded into Mo Yue’s perception.

In her arcane vision, the simple runes began to construct a unique formation.

“Brother, brother, are you awake?”

Collins felt a sudden pressure.

He opened his eyes instantly and saw a blob of golden liquid wobbling in front of him.

Hurriedly, he removed his second sister from his face.

Cang Mo rolled off the bed, mumbling in protest, “Brother bullied me, brother bullied me.

I even used my body to wake you up.”

“That sounds really ambiguous, but you’re not even in human form right now.”

He got out of bed, picked up his oval-shaped sister, and walked step by step into the living room.

There, he saw Mieffer with an apologetic expression.

“I already told Cang Mo not to bother you.”

“It’s fine.

It doesn’t really count as bothering me.

I don’t have the habit of sleeping in anyway.”

His father waved from the dining table.

“Alright, ignore that brat.

Come, come, let’s eat.

We’ll talk about everything else after breakfast.”

Mieffer gave Collins a graceful smile.

“I prepared breakfast.

I hope it suits your taste.”

“What do you mean suits his taste?

If this brat wants to eat, he eats.

If not, that’s his problem.”

“Old man, if you nag one more time, I’m throwing a Fireball your way.”

“You think being a mid-tier mage makes you all that?

Come here — let Daddy show you the difference between mid-tier and high-tier.”

Collins muttered a few complaints but ultimately gave up the childish idea of fighting his father head-on.

He obediently sat down at the table and began eating the breakfast Mieffer had prepared.

Mieffer sat next to his father and watched Collins slowly eat, asking happily, “Xiao Ke, what do you like to eat?

I can make it for you at lunch.”

“No need.

I’ll be heading out at noon and won’t be back until tonight.

Actually, I might not come back tonight either.”

His father was briefly surprised but quickly understood.

“Need me to give you some money?”

Collins lifted his face from the preserved egg and pork congee.

“Money? What for?”

“If you’re taking a girl out, you can’t have empty pockets, right?

Also, at night — be careful.

Don’t get handsy.

If you hurt the girl, she’ll never want to see you again.

And make sure to use protection…”

Collins raised his hand.

“Stop, stop, stop.

I’m going to meet with a senior from school.”

Collins’ tone weakened a little.

He was meeting a senior, but the senior was a woman — a woman who disliked being treated differently because of her gender.

She didn’t like being called “senior sister”; she preferred being called “senior brother.”

His father slammed the table.

“Shameful!

What’s there to meet with a man for?

Can a man satisfy your urges?

Can a man give you photos to show off on social media?

Do you know how many of my coworkers brag about their sons dating multiple schoolgirls?

And you — a perfectly capable mid-tier mage — going off to hang out with a man?”

Collins was furious.

“You think I’m like you?

Can’t even move my legs when I see a woman?”

“What’s wrong with not moving your legs?

That’s called appreciating beauty — it’s human nature!

But you, you don’t even react to women.

I think that thing of yours is broken.

Tell me honestly — your dad knows a few mages who specialize in healing…”

“Enough already!

I’m leaving.

I’m not talking to you anymore, you old turtle bastard.”

“If I’m an old turtle bastard, then you’re a little turtle bastard, got it?”

Collins stormed off, feeling defeated.