1743 Fake Mo Fan? (2/2)

Mo Fan was dumbfounded, too. Most students were running to the entrance excitedly, while those that were calmer stood still and glanced at the man wearing a wisteria shirt from a distance.

”The demon king has now become a symbol of the Pearl Institute. What kind of luck did that Mo Fan have?” an old student blurted out jealously.

Those that called Mo Fan the demon king were most likely from the same batch as him. Mo Fan and his friends had graduated from the school in advance, but the rest were still working hard to graduate from the school.

Mo Fan did not recognize the student. He asked with a confused look, ”Brother, do you know who I am?”

”Who are you? why would I know you… huh, you do look a little familiar...” the student observed Mo Fan carefully, but he soon scoffed, ”Is there something wrong with you? Mo Fan might be impressive, but there's no need for you to mimic him by having the same haircut, dressing up the same way, and even having the same skin tone as him. Why don't you go get plastic surgery instead?”

”Friend, I'm the original. I'm not mimicking anyone, nor did I get plastic surgery. I'm Mo Fan, take a closer look!” Mo Fan pointed at his own face.

The student took a closer look again. His expression finally shifted after some time. ”Are you really Mo Fan?”

”Mm, I'm the real one,” Mo Fan nodded.

The student had obviously seen Mo Fan during the welcoming ceremony or somewhere else before. He looked a little surprised. He kept glancing back and forth between Mo Fan and the guy at the entrance.

”To be honest, even though you are the low-spec version, you look more like the real one,” the student admitted.

Mo Fan's face darkened. Low-spec version?

Damn it, that idiot who was gorgeously dressed and decorating himself like a male prostitute was obviously a fake! Did he really refer to him as the high-spec version? It was more like the coquettish version!

Mo Fan admitted that he was not too fussy about how he dressed, nor was he fond of making himself presentable, but that did not necessarily mean the guy that was wearing colorful clothes and appealing to the eyes was real!

Was someone seriously impersonating him!?

In addition to it, the impersonator had come to the Pearl Institute to trick the beautiful young ladies. How vicious!?

Mo Fan's phone rang when he had the urge to beat someone up.

Mo Fan glanced at the screen and saw the call was from Mui Nujiao. He immediately picked up.

”Someone told me you were recognized at the entrance, and a bunch of juniors have you surrounded?” Mui Nujiao teased.

Mo Fan had not told Mui Nujiao he was back in the Magic City. He was planning a spot-check, Perhaps he might stumble into the two canaries in their underwear. However, Mui Nujiao was obviously referring to the guy at the entrance.

”Even I couldn't believe that someone is f**king impersonating me!” Mo Fan grunted, glaring at the handsome man at the entrance of the school.

”Ah? I know many people are mimicking you, but impersonating… that's quite absurd, especially when it's happening right at the school's entrance,” Mui Nujiao agreed.

”That idiot does look like me, but are these juniors blind or what? I'm obviously a lot more handsome than him! How did they even recognize the wrong guy!?” Mo Fan was initially in a great mood, but he was now filled with rage because of the impersonator.

”I'm still a distance away from the school. I'll be there soon.”

”Mm.”