Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

Wednesday.

2:10 PM.

The sky was overcast.

At Shilan Middle School, on the rostrum of the playground, Principal Gao frowned deeply.

Today, the principal changed into a very formal black long suit, with a white stiff-collar shirt underneath, a dark-patterned silk vest on the chest, a silk scarf tied at the collar, and a gold pocket watch chain hanging in the buttonhole. His overall attire was very sophisticated.

It's fair to say that if you ignore the person inside the clothes, it still has a very British style.

His secretary, Xiao Zhang, who was helping him with his hat, glanced at her phone; the high temperature today was 32 degrees Celsius.

The principal didn't feel hot, because his heart was a little cold. The commendation ceremony was about to begin, and in half an hour, the city leaders and Mr. Zhou would arrive at Shilan Middle School.

Judging from the sky, it looks like it's going to rain soon.

As everyone knows, rainy days are not suitable for meetings, and Lao Gao couldn't help but sigh.

My heart is weary / My love is given to the eastward flowing water, I would give my life to accompany it / But fate is unkind...

"Principal, Principal!"

Xiao Zhang interrupted his thoughts, "The auditorium is ready. Please give your instructions, Principal."

Principal: "...Oh, I think so."

That's fine.

In the summer of this small southern town, torrential rains can come at any time. An awards ceremony is no small matter, so of course, there will be more than one plan.

The principal immediately ordered the activation of Plan B, a strategic shift to the auditorium, selecting elite students from each class to attend the ceremony based on their appearance, and lowering the height of the microphone on the podium by five centimeters.

At 2:40, the heavy rain arrived as expected, and a Rolls-Royce Phantom EWB tore through the rain and drove into the Shilan campus.

………………

Shilan Middle School.

The Great Hall.

Event preparation room.

Turn around and let me see.

Su Xiaoqiang patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder to make his suit fit better.

As the male protagonist of the awards ceremony, the school paid for a high-end suit to be rented for him. Although it was not as good as a tailor-made suit, Lu Mingfei looked quite good in it.

Su Xiaoqiang then realized that this guy was actually a clothes hanger. When she tried on clothes at the LV store earlier, she thought it was because the top luxury brands were good, but she didn't expect that the one-size-fits-all suits provided by the school would make him look very expensive.

Today, Lu Mingfei wore a pure black suit with a white shirt, a burgundy tie, and black patent leather shoes, which was formal but not too dull or serious.

As a student representative of Shilan, Su Xiaoqiang was able to sit in the front row to attend the meeting. Considering that leaders would be attending, she wore a light gray knee-length dress, tied her hair in a simple low ponytail, and wore light makeup, which surprisingly gave her a refined and elegant air.

Su Xiaoqiang looked in the mirror and was very satisfied with her appearance today.

"Hey, do I... feel the same way as Chen Wenwen right now?"

Su Xiaoqiang blinked.

Lu Mingfei: "...Pfft."

"What are you laughing at!"

Su Xiaoqiang retorted angrily, "Don't I look quite demure like this? What's wrong with me?!"

Lu Mingfei thought to himself that Chen Wenwen wouldn't swear like him, but considering that Su Xiaoqiang was always straightforward and seemed to have never been associated with the word "lady," he hesitated for a moment before saying:

"Though the duck's legs are short, to extend them would be a cause for worry; though the crane's legs are long, to cut them would be a cause for sorrow."

Su Xiaoqiang: "?"

Lu Mingfei sighed, knowing that with Su Xiaoqiang's limited knowledge of papermaking, he probably didn't even know what a "fu" was.

He had no choice but to use a more straightforward approach:

"She is the quiet moon in the empty mountains, you are the blazing sun in the world. The moon has its own gentle radiance, and the sun has its own blazing heat. You were born to be dazzling, open and bright, and you don't need to be that handful of quiet moonlight."

Hearing him say that, Xiaotiannv was immediately delighted. Lu Mingfei's time in the literary society was truly worthwhile. Look how cultured he was—Chen Wenwen is the moon, and Su Xiaoqiang is the sun. If it weren't for the sun's generosity, the moon wouldn't even have that pitiful little bit of light!

...walking on the ground.

Lu Mingfei remained expressionless; he knew without being asked what Miss Su was gloating about.

So how did Lu Mingfei accumulate such flamboyant and literary remarks?

First, register an account named "Sunset Marks". Second, add a 160cm tall and 160kg adolescent snake as your online dating partner...

Some people are alive, but they are already dead; some people are dead, but they are still shining brightly.

Lu Mingfei snapped out of his daze and suddenly realized that Su Xiaoqiang was looking at him with a frown, or more accurately, at his attire.

"I feel like something's missing..."

Su Xiaoqiang examined him from head to toe:

The suit and trousers are perfect, the colors are very dignified, and the shirt and tie are also fine—a wide-collared shirt paired with a Windsor knot—he's definitely the star of the show…

With a "bang," the door was pushed open, and Zhao Menghua knocked twice on the doorframe, his tone indifferent:

"The auditorium is already set up. The homeroom teacher asked me to come and inform them that the leaders will be here soon."

Su Xiaoqiang was a student representative, but Zhao Menghua was not. The principal specially arranged an important position for him—to be Lu Mingfei's sidekick.

Zhao Menghua initially refused, but the principal earnestly told him that a powerful boss with a strong background would be attending the awards ceremony. If he could get on his good side, the benefits would be unimaginable. He added that it was only because his father had strong connections that he was able to snatch this supporting role from a bunch of people with connections.

Zhao Menghua: "..."

Holy crap, how did the world become like this?!

When Su Xiaoqiang saw him come in, her eyes lit up immediately—she finally remembered what she was missing.

Zhao Menghua wore a navy blue suit with a plain tie today, dressing in a low-key and steady manner. However, he cleverly put a small handkerchief in his breast pocket.

"Zhao Menghua, you're bullying me!"

Su Xiaoqiang pinched her waist.

"Who did I bully?"

Zhao Menghua was taken aback, feeling as if he had been inexplicably accused of something serious.

"Are you the main character?! Why are you wearing this?!"

Su Xiaoqiang unceremoniously yanked the pocket square from his chest, "Do you think I'm some kind of ignorant old lady?!"

"This... the butler slipped it to me, I didn't notice."

Zhao Menghua's eyes darted away. "I'll talk to him when we get back."

Su Xiaoqiang snorted coldly:

"And bow ties."

"...This was also called by the butler."

Zhao Menghua awkwardly untied his Windsor collar and tied a small four-in-hand knot.

Zhao Menghua was quite indignant about the sudden rise of the loser, and he was even more unwilling to be Lu Mingfei's sidekick.

Before the commendation ceremony even began, he was prepared to steal the show.

Pocket squares and Windsor collars are not accessories; they were meant to bully Lu Mingfei's ignorance and subtly humiliate him, but they didn't expect to be caught red-handed by his protector, Su Xiaoqiang.

However, such underhanded tactics can only be done in secret. Once exposed, they cannot continue, otherwise one would appear very low-class.