Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from Japan

"Thank you for helping your class sell so many cookies."

Lin Huihui put one hand on her hip and pointed at the cookies in the glass display case. "And shouldn't you thank me for breaking the awkward atmosphere for you just now? You don't know how embarrassed you would have been without me! I was so embarrassed sitting next to you."

As Lu Mingfei was still staring blankly at Lin Huihui, thinking, "So this guy wasn't just being oblivious, he was actually trying to liven things up for me," Lin Huihui blinked and said:

"Were those Liu Miaomiao's parents just now? Her parents haven't approved of your relationship yet? I heard you two are engaged, so the engagement rumor is just that?"

Lu Mingfei had certainly heard the rumors about the engagement; Chu Zihang had told him about it. He immediately denied it, saying, "There's absolutely no such thing. Don't believe it."

Lin Huihui gave a meaningful "Oh," then turned her head and muttered to herself.

"What are you muttering about?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"It's nothing." Lin Huihui turned around, shrugged, and smiled. "I was just thinking about how you, class monitor, would repay me."

"How do you plan to repay me?" Lu Mingfei asked.

Lin Huihui really helped me just now, so I should give her something in return.

"How should we repay them?"

Lin Huihui pretended to be deep in thought, then put her hands together in front of her chest and said:

"Then let's have class monitor come and support our class's business tomorrow afternoon!"

Support your class's business? Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "Your class's line is so long, it's impossible to even squeeze in. Do you really need my support?"

Even with these thoughts in mind, Lu Mingfei still asked, "Is this all?"

"This is it! ...And please make sure you click on me, my nickname is Huihui!" Lin Huihui tilted her head and smiled.

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Chapter 181 The First Day of the School Anniversary (3)

Perhaps influenced by Lin Huihui's return, the number of customers in Lu Mingfei's class in the afternoon was much less than in the morning.

After Lu Mingfei finished his shift change with the classmate who came to take over, he wandered around the school aimlessly.

Miao Miao's parents didn't know if they had gone back yet, but since she hadn't contacted them, she probably couldn't leave for the time being.

Every year, the school's anniversary celebration is an open day for Sze Lan Secondary School, a time to showcase its strength to the outside world. Not only can the school's teachers and students participate, but members of the public are also allowed to visit the school.

Wearing red sashes, members of the Shilan Middle School Student Council greeted city leaders or accomplished alumni of Shilan Middle School at the entrance like waiters.

Red notices were posted at the school gate, and red banners fluttered everywhere on campus, like during the New Year, bearing congratulatory messages for Shilan Middle School's anniversary. One banner even had a subtle advertisement at the bottom, informing everyone that it was a gift from a certain person.

This advertisement clearly lowered the aristocratic image of Shilan Middle School. Lu Mingfei went over to see which company or sponsor was so shameless as to openly run such a low-class advertisement on the anniversary of Shilan Middle School.

Upon closer inspection, the words "Xinyu Internet Cafe" were clearly written in small white boldface characters.

Internet cafes are even advertising inside schools! This is outrageous! Lu Mingfei was stunned. He thought to himself that such a shameless act was something only he and his useless senior brother could pull off.

Just as he was thinking this, someone stood next to Lu Mingfei and said, "How about it? This advertisement is pretty good, isn't it? I specifically chose this outdoor basketball court so that students can see it as soon as they come to play basketball."

The voice was incredibly familiar. Lu Mingfei turned around and, sure enough, saw Lao Lei rubbing his chin smugly, looking at his "masterpiece" with smug satisfaction.

"Business at the internet cafe hasn't been good lately, and the owner wants to cut costs and increase efficiency, so he even deducted my salary. I was thinking about how to advertise the internet cafe when I remembered that Shilan Middle School is going to have its anniversary celebration soon."

Old Lei beamed, "Look how clever I am! I only spent twenty yuan at the print shop, and hanging it up at the school is better than any advertisement."

"Why are you joining in the fun?" Lu Mingfei asked, somewhat helplessly.

"Why can't I come?" Old Lei shouted. "I'm also an alumnus of Shilan Middle School, okay?"

"You're also an alumnus of Shilan Middle School?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

“Of course,” Lao Lei said. “Back in the day, I was a legend at Shilan Middle School. The gymnasium hadn’t been built yet, and this outdoor basketball court surrounded by wire mesh was my battlefield. I would jump and shoot three-pointers on the court, and the younger girls would sit on the steps by the court and cheer, while I would just walk through the flowers without getting a single petal on me. Thinking about it now, it’s really quite a感慨 (feeling of nostalgia).

He even sighed to himself as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei wanted to retort, "Old Lei, can you stop trying to project Chu Zihang's character onto yourself? Just look at those small eyes of yours, comparable to Honglei's, they have nothing to do with the word 'legend,' okay? Whose Chu Zihang ended up as a network administrator?"

"By the way," Old Lei turned his head, "Do you know where the literary society is now? I looked for it and found that the literary society seems to have changed its activity room a few years ago."

Lu Mingfei was just about to go to the literary society to see how Chen Wenwen was doing and whether she needed any help. Since Lao Lei had suggested it, Lu Mingfei decided to show him the way.

As for why Lao Lei went to the literary society, he didn't ask too much. Anyway, if he did ask, he would just be bragging about his glorious past, whether true or false.

However, without Lu Mingfei even having to ask, Lao Lei started rambling on to himself next to Lu Mingfei.

"Back in the day, I was considered one of the most talented members of the Shilan High School Literature Club. I was known as the 'Condor Heroes' of Shilan High School along with the club president. You know the New Concept Literature Competition? Han Han and I were in the same year and made it to the semi-finals. I was sitting right next to him. I even won a second prize back then. I just didn't expect that guy to be even more pretentious than me. He withdrew from the semi-finals and didn't come. It's a pity I didn't get to see him in person."

"The president of the literary society in my year was amazing. She was the school beauty at the time. She was so pretty and charming. She liked to wear white dresses. She was quiet and beautiful. She was also from the class next to mine. We saw each other every day."

“Every day I would stand in the hallway reading, actually just waiting for her to come out of the back door of the classroom, and then steal a look at her calves and ankles peeking out from under her skirt. Her ankles were so thin, so thin that it looked like you could grab them with your hand.”

Lu Mingfei listened to Lao Lei recount his repressed past with a bored expression, thinking to himself, "So, your literature club president is also named Wenwen? Didn't you say you and the president of your year's literature club were a legendary couple?"

A love story between Lao Lei (based on Chu Zihang's template) and the president of the literary club (based on Chen Wenwen's template)...? What kind of ridiculous pairing is this?

When I walked into the literary society's activity room and opened the door, the first thing I saw was that plain white cotton dress, paired with a pair of lace-up thick-soled canvas shoes, and her slender ankles looked so thin that they seemed like they could be grasped in one hand.

The quiet and beautiful female president of the literary society was holding a book, staring blankly at herself, looking startled, and making a gesture as if she was about to push open a door.

Lu Mingfei was also stunned for a moment. It seemed that if he had opened the door a few seconds later, he would have been greeted with a warm and gentle embrace.

Old Lei whistled excitedly and whispered behind Lu Mingfei, "The quality of your class isn't much worse than mine was back then."

Before Chen Wenwen and Lu Mingfei could speak, someone behind Chen Wenwen spoke first.

"Lu Mingfei?" Zhao Menghua frowned in the club activity room. "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Menghua's hostile expression made Lu Mingfei completely forget that he was actually the one who had come.

Zhao Menghua's vigilance was not without its own reasons.

Although in his heart, the only heroes of Shilan Middle School were Chu Zihang and Zhao Menghua, his "elementary school classmate" Lu Mingfei was someone whose true nature he couldn't understand.

Although he considered himself and Chu Zihang to be like Qiao Feng in the North and Murong Fu in the South, Lu Mingfei was like Duan Yu, the crown prince of Dali Kingdom, a peerless master who appeared outside of Qiao Feng and Murong Fu. He had inherited a set of unorthodox skills from who knows where. No matter how powerful his Dou Zhuan Xing Yi was, he could not see through the opponent's martial arts techniques and could not transfer them back.

And this guy's actions have always defied common sense.

Logically speaking, powerful figures should not meet with each other, but Lu Mingfei repeatedly took the initiative to provoke him.

This time, he even went so far as to step into his own literary club, and almost bumped into Chen Wenwen, whom he had already decided was his girlfriend. How could he possibly be friendly to Lu Mingfei after that?

He was unaware, of course, that during his recent period, Lu Mingfei would spend his lunch break alone with Chen Wenwen in the club activity room, and they would meet at the library after school.

Even on Chen Wenwen's birthday, she refused Zhao Menghua's invitation but accepted Lu Mingfei's birthday cake.

"I'll bring this one..."

Lu Mingfei had no intention of arguing with Zhao Menghua about who was superior or inferior. He glanced at Lao Lei and said, "...This fellow alumnus is here to visit the literary society."

"Alumnus/senior?"

Zhao Menghua glanced at Lao Lei suspiciously, not seeing a trace of the upper-class air that a Shilan Middle School alumnus should have in him.

If it had been someone else who brought them, Zhao Menghua might have already started kicking them out, but since they were brought by Lu Mingfei...

With the idea of ​​avoiding provoking Lu Mingfei as much as possible, Zhao Menghua reluctantly nodded and said, "Then please come in."

Lu Mingfei ignored Zhao Menghua and instead looked at Chen Wenwen in front of him:

"So, Chen Wenwen, may I show this senior around the Literature Club?"

Lu Mingfei didn't overlook Zhao Menghua's thoughts, but he was thinking that the literary society was, after all, Chen Wenwen's club, and bringing people in for a visit should require Chen Wenwen's permission. To bypass Chen Wenwen directly would be somewhat disrespectful.

But Zhao Menghua didn't see it that way. In his eyes, this behavior was blatant disrespect. He had already said he could come in, but Lu Mingfei insisted on asking Chen Wenwen again. It was clear he looked down on him.

Chen Wenwen, holding the book, smiled and nodded: "Of course. How about I introduce this senior to you? After all, I'm the president of the literary society, so I'm quite familiar with all aspects of the society."

Although Lu Mingfei had once been a member of the literary society, he didn't really know much about it. Most of the members of his year's literary society, like him, were completely focused on Chen Wenwen. As for the literary society? He really didn't know anything about it.

No matter how brilliant and diverse literature may be, it cannot compare to the romantic feelings in a young person's heart.

“Alright.” Lu Mingfei nodded. “Then I’ll trouble Chen Wenwen to show my senior around.”

“Okay.” Chen Wenwen nodded, smiled and gestured for Lao Lei to follow her, then turned to Zhao Menghua and said, “Zhao Menghua, could you please get them a glass of water?”

Back then, Lu Mingfei was the one who did all the work for Chen Wenwen. Who would have thought that one day, Lu Mingfei would be receiving water from Zhao Menghua?

Lu Mingfei felt a slight unease, ignoring Zhao Menghua's grief-stricken face.

Chen Wenwen and Lao Lei were chatting about the old days of the literary society when, for some reason, the conversation turned to the old society's activity room. Chen Wenwen volunteered that she had a key and could take Lao Lei to see the old activity room.

The old literature society's activity room was located near the teaching building, and the area was bustling with people, including members of the public and students from other schools. As the two chatted, the topic suddenly shifted to Lu Mingfei.

Old Lei said, "You don't know what Lu Mingfei was like back in junior high. He was such a loser back then." Chen Wenwen blushed and said somewhat shyly, "Really? But Lu Mingfei is actually quite handsome now, isn't he?"

Lu Mingfei, listening from behind, was utterly exasperated, wondering how these two could possibly have a conversation when they were completely on different wavelengths. And couldn't the conversation be kept away from him?

It was a rather unremarkable afternoon. He accompanied Lao Lei, and Chen Wenwen led them around the school like a tour guide. At each place they visited, Lao Lei couldn't help but let out a sigh.

In fact, Lao Lei wasn't the only one feeling sentimental. Since his return, he hadn't had a proper visit to Shilan Middle School. These fleeting glimpses and senses of familiarity were, in a way, his past as well.

We agreed to just visit the old activity room of the literary society, but before we knew it, we'd been wandering around for an hour or two. It wasn't until Lao Lei answered a phone call, hurriedly replied a few words, and then hung up, saying:

"Sorry, my boss has something urgent to discuss with me, so I have to go now," Lao Lei said. "Thanks for the introduction, Chen. Next time you come to my place, I promise I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

What can you arrange for Chen Wenwen? Free internet access, or two extra braised eggs with every instant noodle purchase? Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

Chen Wenwen smiled and nodded: "You're welcome."

"Then Chen, you can go back first." Old Lei waved his hand. "Lu Mingfei, you see me off."

"Me?" Suddenly called out by Lao Lei, Lu Mingfei pointed to himself, "You know the way."

"What's wrong with asking you to see me off? You brought me here, so can't you take me back?" Old Lei said bluntly.

Lu Mingfei didn't know what Lao Lei wanted to do with him, but since Lao Lei had said so, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to wave goodbye to Chen Wenwen and then follow Lao Lei.

After the two had walked a short distance, Lao Lei turned around and glanced at Lu Mingfei before saying mysteriously, "You're interested in that girl, aren't you?"

Lu Mingfei was taken aback, but immediately reacted and denied it, saying, "Don't try to play matchmaker! Which eye of yours saw that I have feelings for Chen Wenwen?"

"Both eyes saw it."

Old Lei said with an expression that said, "Come on, why are you pretending with me?"

"When we were walking together just now, you were standing next to that girl, but your eyes were glued to her calves. Just like me back then. When I had a crush on the president of my literary club, I always loved looking at her..."

"Pah." Lu Mingfei spat. "Don't assume everyone is like you. I just noticed her shoelaces were untied and wanted to remind her to tie them."

Old Lei's face was full of disdain, clearly showing that he did not believe what Lu Mingfei said.