Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Lu Mingfei stood at the cabin door and glanced down.

The helicopter was about eight meters from the window.

"Are you sure you want to go on like this?" he shouted back into the cabin.

Shen Jue's voice drifted out from inside: "What are you afraid of? You're a non-human who's almost surpassed an S-class hybrid, what are you afraid of?"

"You're not a witcher."

"Just jump, that's all."

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and then smiled.

That smile was no longer the self-deprecating and timid one of the past, but a kind of unbridled arrogance spoiled by fate.

He leaped into the window, his long black trench coat billowing behind him like a pair of folded wings.

Then Lu Mingfei landed steadily on the stage in the center of the banquet hall without even bending his knees.

The folds of the trench coat flowed naturally like water, each crease perfectly placed, as if the coat was made for someone who had fallen from a great height.

Her neckline was slightly open by half an inch, revealing a small patch of skin below her collarbone that appeared almost transparent due to the light refracted by the glass.

This is the classic outfit of the main characters in several installments of the famous movie series "The Matrix".

Combined with Lu Mingfei's transformed temperament and appearance at this moment, he appeared aloof and mysterious.

The entire room fell silent.

Then came the second person.

Shen Jue stepped out of the helicopter with a more casual demeanor, without slowing down.

She walked on air as if there were invisible steps beneath her feet, slowly descending into the void until she finally landed beside Lu Mingfei.

He brushed off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes, looked around, and smiled, "It's quite lively."

Shen Jue and Lu Mingfei were both dressed in costumes from The Matrix.

This was something Shen Jue specifically requested.

The helicopter, equipped with a gold-plating device, quietly and secretly took off and disappeared before the sunroof closed, as if it had never existed.

In the banquet hall, more than thirty pairs of eyes were fixed on the two people on the stage.

Someone's wine glass slipped from their hand and shattered on the ground with a crisp sound.

Liu Miaomiao covered her mouth, Chen Wenwen put down her phone for the first time, and Zhao Menghua's smile froze on his face, his wine glass held in mid-air like a sculpture that had suddenly solidified.

Lu Mingfei stood under the spotlight, took off his sunglasses, and his golden eyes flashed briefly as he looked at the familiar faces below the stage and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"have not seen you for a long time."

"Am I late?"

The members of the literary society present almost didn't recognize Lu Mingfei.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei has lost all of his former loser persona; he is now completely different.

Even when dressed in somewhat cheesy movie character costumes, his tall, handsome figure still makes him look incredibly dashing.

"Is he Lu Mingfei?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

The crowd began to discuss amongst themselves, and Shen Jue stepped forward.

"Zhao Menghua!"

"Look at those expensive things you took!"

Shen Jue burst into loud laughter: "And you! You're neither human nor ghost!"

"What kind of confession ceremony do you guys even need to organize?!"

Shen Jue stepped forward, his deep voice drowning out all the murmurs around him.

"Don't let me see you again!"

"Otherwise, I'll have to take off your hood! I'll have to slap you in the face!"

"You're definitely not going to get away with this!"

Zhao Menghua was completely bewildered, wondering what he had done to offend Shen Jue, who seemed quite extraordinary.

But Shen Jue wasn't giving Zhao Menghua any chance at that moment.

"Come on!" Shen Jue turned around and said, "Give him a piece of your mind!"

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, strode forward, and angrily shouted, "Zhao Menghua!"

"You're a fucking bastard!"

"Remember what I said!"

"I'm going to curse you right here!"

"Come on! Brother Shen! Do a backflip and kick him to death!"

Shen Jue put his hands in his pockets, took a step back, and deliberately used a high-pitched voice to say, "This is the worst of the worst!"

At this moment, Shen Jue was truly expressing his emotions.

He could sense the bourgeois sentimentality of artistic youths and the crudeness of the past era of the internet's unbridled growth, the sense of separation and fusion between the two.

This almost moved Shen Jue to tears.

Shen Jue gave it her all in this performance of the old Shenyang Street.

"Zhao Menghua! Keep those stray dogs around you in check!"

Shen Jue cursed angrily, then shouted, "Damn it! Let's go!"

"neglect!"

Shen Jue did two and a half somersaults on the spot, and after landing, he didn't forget to use the Phantom Breath Technique - Gravity Manipulation to make his long black trench coat sway.

At that moment, Shen Jue felt a sense of sacredness.

He performed a performance that resembled an internet symbol, and he was fortunate enough to pay homage to the classic storyline of his previous life in the world of Dragon Raja.

This brought a natural smile to Shen Jue's face.

The performance has ended.

The people present were not only stunned, but also speechless with anger at being scolded and ridiculed.

Although Shen Jue and his companion are handsome, their behavior is quite nonsensical.

Shen Jueding's original plan was for the two of them to satirize and mock Lu Mingfei's love rival, and then for Lu Mingfei to confess his feelings to Chen Wenwen.

But Lu Mingfei glanced at Chen Wenwen at that moment.

Having not seen his goddess for many days, Lu Mingfei naturally compared Chen Wenwen to the mixed-race beauties he had seen before.

To be fair, Chen Wenwen is indeed no match for those mixed-race beauties in terms of appearance and temperament.

Even the top escorts at some luxury clubs can't compare to Chen Wenwen.

What saddened Lu Mingfei even more was the sight of Chen Wenwen again, and the lingering affection he had harbored in his heart.

It had already vanished like a dandelion seed scattered by the wind, silently drifting across the sky, leaving no trace in Lu Mingfei's heart.

Lu Mingfei gave Chen Wenwen one last, lingering look.

I gave up on the confession that I might have blurted out.

Just like in the original novel, Lu Mingfei did not confess his feelings to Chen Wenwen.

Shen Jue finished her performance and gently raised her hand.

The onlookers were pushed aside by an invisible force.

Those who sensed this power turned pale, not knowing what had happened.

It just felt like they had walked on the edge of death.

Shen Jue simply used the Illusionary Breath Technique - Gravity Manipulation to push everyone away.

In silence, Shen Jue led Lu Mingfei slowly away from the scene along the passage through which everyone had been pushed.

Lu Mingfei had a smile on his face, seemingly having let go of his feelings for Chen Wenwen.

The $2000 million Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked at the door by a female chauffeur from the Dragon Blood Family with long, straight black hair, and a sweet-looking mixed-race girl.

The mixed-race beauty smiled and put her arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulder, pulling him to sit in the back seat.

Shen Jue, on the other hand, sat in the passenger seat.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped away with the roar of its engine.

Meanwhile, Chen Motong (Nono), who arrived at the party in a sports car with her girlfriends, was late.

Shen Jue and Lu Mingfei drove off in a grand manner.

Chen Motong, sitting in the sports car, felt a sinking feeling in her heart, as if Shen Jue had NTR'd her and stolen Lu Mingfei away.

Meanwhile, Shen Jue, in the Rolls-Royce Phantom, showed Lu Mingfei the invitation letter from Kassel College.

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei couldn't hold back again.