Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

"Congratulations to Mr. Lu Mingfei on achieving his 36th consecutive victory in solo Soul Arena!"

Amidst the deafening cheers of the main arena, Lu Mingfei wiped his sweat and stepped off the stage. Tonight's opponent was an exceptionally experienced defensive Soul Master.

Without using Junyan, it took him nearly twenty minutes to defeat his opponent, which served as a thorough warm-up, providing him with extra energy for the upcoming barbecue dinner.

"Teacher Qin Ming."

Lu Mingfei entered their team's private waiting room. Yu Feng, Oslo, and others had already finished their battles and were drinking and chatting there, waiting for Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan's battle to end so they could meet up and leave.

"Mingfei, well done. Eat more later." Qin Ming smiled and nodded, patting Lu Mingfei on the shoulder. At such a young age, he was about to receive the Golden Soul Medal. His future prospects were truly limitless. It was extremely fortunate for Qin Ming to be his teacher for the first stage.

"Thank you, Professor Qin Ming." Lu Mingfei nodded.

Even without using his second soul skill, this level of fighting spirit is just a way for him to relax during his free time from training and to build rapport with his teammates.

"Mingfei, sit here, the grapes are very fresh today." Graphite took a picture of Oslo's unsightly hairy legs draped on the table.

Yu Feng pushed the fruit platter in front of Lu Mingfei.

"Coming." Lu Mingfei responded and sat down on the sofa next to him. At this moment, Ye Lingling poured a cup of black, unidentified liquid from the pot and handed it to him.

Even Lu Mingfei, who could remain unfazed when facing a level 29 defensive Soul Master, still showed a troubled expression in front of this cup of black liquid.

However, after a few seconds, under Ye Lingling's unfriendly gaze, he obediently took it and then downed it in one gulp.

The Ye family of the Nine Heart Begonia is a family of doctors, and they have many prescriptions that can help with cultivation. For example, the cup in front of him can accelerate the recovery of soul power and repair muscle tears and fatigue.

Qin Ming specially obtained special funds from the academy to put Ye Lingling in charge of the team's logistics and medical support, which was actually just to take advantage of someone else's exclusive formula.

Lu Mingfei initially refused to accept something that looked incredibly bitter, but Qin Ming explained that his body wasn't fully developed yet, and intense battles would inevitably cause irreversible internal injuries. For the sake of his physical development, he couldn't be reckless.

For the sake of his future height, Lu Mingfei could only swallow this mouthful, then quickly ate several more mouthfuls of grapes to cleanse his palate. Amidst a few laughs, he looked out the window at the brightly lit arena.

Although so much time has passed, Lu Mingfei still subconsciously feels a little uncomfortable getting along with his teammates.

After finishing his weekly classes and training, he would come to the Great Soul Arena to complete his daily tasks. After that, he would go to the barbecue restaurant next door in groups to have a big feast, exuding the vibe of youth literature. He was no longer the lazy, good-for-nothing scoundrel standing in the corner, but rather a genius who was the center of attention and was arrogant. Some people would even show an inferiority complex in front of him.

Sometimes Lu Mingfei would think that if this were the life he had always dreamed of, he would no longer be the loser who could only envy others all day long and use deliberate rubbish to hide his alienation from everyone. Here, he was rich, famous, and even had some power. This world really seemed to suit him very well.

But... why do I still feel... a little down inside?

If he were still a member of the literary society's board of directors, he would definitely complain that his mentality was just making a fuss over nothing, even more pretentious than Lin Daiyu burying flowers.

Even though Chu Zihang could never be as imposing as him, he still occasionally had the illusion that he was dreaming.

No, it doesn't seem to be an illusion. It really is just a dream. He's not some peerless genius, nor is he a legendary figure who dominates high schools. But when will he wake up from this dream?

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at the table. His own young face came into view, and a golden light shimmered in his eyes.

"Hmph." A familiar, cold laugh suddenly sounded behind him.

"Depend on!"

Lu Mingfei almost jumped up. Although he knew the atmosphere was depressing, he didn't think it was so bad that he would think of that little devil. Shouldn't he be thinking of his dream girl at a time like this?

"Mingfei, what's wrong?" Qin Ming asked with a kind smile.

"It's nothing. My new workout equipment should be ready by now. It's been a week, and I've been forgetting to pick it up," Lu Mingfei said casually, scratching his head.

"Just remember to take it when you go back to the academy tomorrow, or I'll remind you again tomorrow morning." Qin Ming chuckled. It's normal for kids to be forgetful. He then turned back to watch Yu Tianheng's battle on the field.

Lu Mingfei took a few deep breaths and drank some juice to calm his nerves.

As a literary enthusiast, a little melancholy is not shameful, but if it leads to thinking about men, then there's a big problem.

"No, I'll have to eat more later." Lu Mingfei comforted himself, assuring himself that there was nothing wrong with his orientation. However, whenever he thought of Chen Wenwen's smile, he still felt flustered.

He glanced at Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan beside him again to confirm. Yes, they were two beautiful girls. He finally felt a little relieved.

It seems he's been reading too many random books in the college library lately, which has damaged his brain. He should probably take more rest recently.

When Yu Tianheng came down from the stage to join them, everyone got up, packed up, and prepared to leave for a late-night snack. However, as soon as Lu Mingfei stepped out, he bumped into Shi Mo's hard back.

Why aren't you leaving?

Lu Mingfei touched his forehead and then noticed that everyone had stopped, obviously someone was blocking their way.

Lu Mingfei looked up and, as expected, it was Xue Qinghe again.

"Everyone, it's been a long time." Xue Qinghe smiled slightly at everyone.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Brother Xue."

Everyone greeted him, and Lu Mingfei could only return the greeting with a bow.

Since they started training, Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the empire, has come here once or twice a month to freeload, supposedly to get a head start on the academy's preparations, but the truth is obvious to everyone.

Lu Mingfei was speechless at this kind of thuggish behavior, which was like a leech. "Long time no see, you big dummy, what are you doing here, the Crown Prince of the Empire, making fun of a great Soul Master like him?"

Even if he were to become the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire in the future, how many years would that be? Shouldn't the most urgent task be to find a way to eliminate the last threat to the throne, Xue Beng? Or perhaps just kill Emperor Xue Ye and establish him as emperor as soon as possible?

"Brother Lu, I have something I need to talk to you about today." Xue Qinghe said, taking out a letter from his storage soul tool.

"A letter?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"Among the diplomatic letters officially delivered by the Star Luo Envoy, there is one that Davis wrote specifically for you."

Lu Mingfei was completely bewildered. "Brother, it's been more than half a year. Even if you wanted to win him over, shouldn't you have had 007 secretly deliver a letter to him? Is it really appropriate to be so blatant?"