Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei's Bullet Screen Wish Machine

No, it's not just Chen Wenwen.

Lu Mingfei looked around and noticed that the girls around him had all developed a greater or lesser fondness for him.

【Destiny - Hidden Master】:

"Secondly, when interacting with the opposite sex, your behavior is more likely to cause fluctuations in their level of affection."

Lu Mingfei initially thought that for this destiny to take effect, he needed to interact with the target woman.

He now realizes that his previous understanding of this destiny was not deep enough.

Rather than making others more likely to like or dislike you, this destiny can amplify both your strengths and weaknesses.

When Lu Mingfei showcases his outstanding qualities, his charm increases significantly, and vice versa.

This means that he doesn't need to specifically pursue the heroines like the protagonists in bishoujo dating games; he can simply unleash his charm to naturally maximize their favorability.

As expected, numerical monsters don't require any manual operation.

Lu Mingfei hissed, "Unfortunately, the effect of this fate only works on the opposite sex, and its duration is also limited."

Otherwise, he could perform a stand-up comedy show at a beer hall, announce the daily prices, and gain a group of fans who are both literate and skilled.

In fact, Chen Wenwen's situation basically matches Lu Mingfei's guess.

Dancing is a recreational activity that is more suitable for extroverted and outgoing men and women.

The artsy girl's temperament was clearly out of place in this setting, and no one invited her—after all, everyone was dressed up with slicked-back hair and shiny leather shoes, and nobody wanted to be stepped on by someone who couldn't jump.

Chen Wenwen didn't feel isolated. As a proud and artistic girl, she was listening to music quietly, which made her feel quite unconventional... until she saw the most beautiful girl at the birthday party extend an invitation to Lu Mingfei.

Chen Wenwen's eyes widened; she couldn't understand why the other party would invite Lu Mingfei.

What puzzled her even more was that Lu Mingfei actually agreed—could you even dance before agreeing?! He'd probably just be stepping on her shoes and knocking them off.

Moreover, when accepting Xia Mi's invitation, Lu Mingfei acted as if he was reluctant, as if he was only agreeing to dance with her out of some kind of sympathy.

Chen Wenwen thought she must be seeing things. It wasn't that she had any ill intentions towards Lu Mingfei, but based on her past experience, the normal course of the story should have been that the loser frantically searched the dance floor for a long time, only to find that he couldn't find a dance partner and had to leave in embarrassment.

Of course, even having a beautiful dance partner doesn't guarantee that he can dance well.

Chen Wenwen had read in a book before that a person's demeanor is formed before the age of sixteen.

Some people are hunched over and have a sleazy demeanor; others are poised and dignified.

Even if they are dressed exactly the same, they can give off completely different vibes.

Many wealthy people enroll their children in etiquette and dance classes, not to teach them a skill, but to cultivate a calm personality and elegant demeanor.

Chen Wenwen knew a bit about Lu Mingfei's living conditions. His mean-spirited aunt would rather spend money on mahjong than let Lu Mingfei learn these things.

With a sense of sympathy, Chen Wenwen watched Lu Mingfei being led away by the girl, watched him calmly take his dance partner's hand, and watched him twirl gracefully...

What was initially sympathetic turned into astonishment and bewilderment.

Until someone waved their hand in front of her:

"President, can you teach me a dance?"

Chen Wenwen suddenly came to her senses.

She shook her head instinctively:

"I'm not very good at it..."

But before Chen Wenwen could finish speaking, Lu Mingfei, who was intent on testing the effects of fate, grabbed her wrist.

"Give it a try."

Lu Mingfei looked at the favorability bar above her head and applied a little more force to his hand.

So Chen Wenwen stood up half-heartedly and was pulled to the dance floor by him.

From grabbing her wrist to pulling Chen Wenwen, this series of actions actually carried a hint of coercion.

Lu Mingfei tested Chen Wenwen's feelings for him with this "offensive" behavior, but Chen Wenwen's affection for him did not decrease.

A vague sense of understanding arose in his heart.

When Lu Mingfei returned to the stage, the guests made way for the two of them, leaving the center position for them.

Chen Wenwen was a little nervous. Although she had some dance background, she knew she wouldn't be able to dance very well with just that little bit of skill.

Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, Chen Wenwen planned to mentally rehearse the waltz movements, but before she could finish, the music changed, switching from the previous Blue Danube to another unfamiliar piece.

It wasn't just the music that changed, but also the movements of the other dancers; their dance postures transitioned from a slow waltz to a slow blues.

"Come closer."

Chen Wenwen heard Lu Mingfei say to her.

She instinctively took a step forward, and then... stepped on his foot.

Lu Mingfei sighed, pressed down on her shoulders, and pushed Chen Wenwen, who was pressed against his chest, away.

"...There's no need to get this close."

"oh oh."

Chen Wenwen quickly took another small step back.

"Lift your head, relax, and follow my rhythm."

Lu Mingfei had never imagined that a top student would be explaining problems to a struggling student like Chen Wenwen—mainly because he was currently the top student, while Chen Wenwen was the struggling student.

However, he was confident that although Chen Wenwen didn't seem to be very good at dancing, everything would be fine as long as he took action.

Chen Wenwen hummed in response, then her body trembled.

Because a warm hand landed on her shoulder and back, and then, following the rhythm of the music, slowly moved down her shoulder line, all the way to her lower back.

"President, can you not be so stiff? People will think I'm forcing you... I mean, threatening you to dance with me."

Lu Mingfei carefully considered his words.

Chen Wenwen nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice. She secretly glanced at him; the boy's clean-cut and handsome face was now slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of helplessness.

Perhaps because Lu Mingfei was facing away from the sunlight, making it quite dazzling, she was a little... a little afraid to look at him.

As for what happened next, Chen Wenwen vaguely remembered it. Just as Lu Mingfei said, as long as she kept up with the pace, he could take care of the rest.

Chen Wenwen only remembered that after the initial discomfort, he held her hand, as if he were sailing a small boat on an unfamiliar sea. She followed his rhythm, sometimes wandering on the cloudless sea, enjoying the sunshine and humid air; sometimes navigating through storms, being tossed about by giant waves and falling back down.

When the song ended, Lu Mingfei remained calm and bowed to his dance partner, while Chen Wenwen gripped his wrist tightly, her body swaying slightly.

Such behavior was somewhat impolite, but fortunately no one noticed these details.

Lu Mingfei looked at the pink thermometer on Chen Wenwen's head:

[Current Affection Level]: 25→35.