Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

"Hey."

"Chu Zihang, SS-level mission," came Professor Schneider's hoarse voice from the other end of the phone. "You need to meet up with Lu Mingfei and Frilian to retrieve important documents."

Where are Lu Mingfei and the others?

"The coordinates have been sent to your phone." Schneider paused for a moment. "This mission is of great importance. Stay vigilant."

"clear."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Zihang dried himself off, changed into casual clothes, took out a pair of sunglasses from the drawer, and put them on, covering his ever-burning golden eyes.

The family car was an understated black Mercedes. Chu Zihang started the engine, entered the coordinates sent by Schneider, and the navigation showed the destination as "Sofirade Pizza".

"Where is Lu Mingfei?" Chu Zihang frowned slightly, stepped on the gas, and the car silently glided into the night.

Sofirard Pizza.

"What are you studying at Kassel College?" Xu Yan asked, her mouth full of food, her words muffled.

"Research on ancient civilizations," Lu Mingfei gave a standard answer.

"That sounds so boring. Our Brother Zhao is much better."

Zhao Menghua smiled smugly and put his hand on Liu Miaomiao's shoulder. Liu Miaomiao lowered her head shyly, not pushing Zhao Menghua's hand away.

"By the way, Miaomiao and I are officially together now," Zhao Menghua announced, drawing a chorus of cheers. "Some people should just stop daydreaming."

As he said this, his gaze swept over Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen, intentionally or unintentionally.

Lu Mingfei didn't care; Chen Wenwen was now like a familiar stranger to him.

"I'm going to the restroom," Chen Wenwen said, standing up, her voice trembling slightly.

Lu Mingfei noticed that her eyes were slightly red, but didn't ask any further questions.

A few minutes later, both his and Frillie's phones vibrated at the same time.

Norma sent a message saying that Chu Zihang would meet up with them in five minutes.

"I'm going to the restroom too," Lu Mingfei smiled at the people at the table, then got up and left.

“Add one,” Frillie said, standing up as well.

The two left their seat and headed to the restroom. As they passed the women's restroom, they heard suppressed sobs coming from inside.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed open the door a crack. Chen Wenwen was wiping away tears in front of the mirror.

"Chen Wenwen?"

Chen Wenwen turned around, and her phone slipped from her hand, falling to the ground with a "thud." Frilian bent down, picked up the phone, and handed it back to Chen Wenwen.

"Thank you," Chen Wenwen said, taking the phone, her voice choked with emotion. "Could you please not tell them I cried?"

Frillie looked at Chen Wenwen quietly and said, "It's not worth crying for someone like Zhao Menghua."

Chen Wenwen shook her head, tears welling up again: "No, I just feel like I'm so stupid."

Lu Mingfei: "It will all pass."

Chen Wenwen forced a smile: "You should go back now."

Lu Mingfei and Frilian returned to their seats. Zhao Menghua showed off his newly bought Rolex watch, while Liu Miaomiao leaned against him affectionately.

The underlings showered him with flattery.

"Brother Zhao, this watch must cost over ten thousand, right?"

"Sister Liu and Brother Zhao are such a perfect match!"

"When are you getting married? Don't forget to invite us!"

Zhao Menghua smiled smugly, and when he saw Lu Mingfei and Frilian return, he raised his voice: "Lu Mingfei, how much money can you make after graduating from Kassel University? You can't possibly not even afford one of my watches, can you?"

"Our school doesn't pay much attention to this."

"Ha!" Zhao Menghua laughed exaggeratedly, "So you're broke? I thought Kassel was some big shot."

Frillie frowned slightly and looked directly at Zhao Menghua: "You care a lot about money?"

Zhao Menghua was momentarily speechless at the question, "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?"

Chen Wenwen returned, her eyes still a little red and swollen, but she had touched up her makeup. She quietly sat back down in her seat, fiddling with her napkins.

Zhao Menghua glanced at Chen Wenwen, hugged Liu Miaomiao tightly, and kissed her on the cheek, which caused a burst of cheers.

Chen Wenwen stiffened, and looked like she was about to cry again.

Frillie put down her fork, which clinked against the plate. "Zhao Menghua, do you... have any humanity left?"

Zhao Menghua's face turned ashen: "What did you say?"

“I said,” Frillian repeated, enunciating each word clearly, “Do you have any humanity left? Is it right to flaunt your new relationship in front of the girl who used to like you?”

Zhao Menghua stood up, the chair scraping against the floor: "Frilian, don't think I won't lay a hand on you just because you're a girl!"

Lu Mingfei looked at Zhao Menghua coldly, feeling that he was like a clown.

The younger brother quickly stood up and stood in front of Zhao Menghua, saying, "Brother Zhao, calm down."

"Get out of my way!" Zhao Menghua shoved his underling aside. "That's it for today's meal! Waiter, the bill!"

The waiter approached with the bill, which Zhao Menghua snatched away, sneering, "Lu Mingfei and Frilline, they can pay for their own. Didn't they go to Kassel? Didn't they become successful? They can't even afford a meal, can they?"

Everyone looked at Lu Mingfei, who sighed and took out a black card from his wallet: "Here."

Zhao Menghua scoffed, "What are you pretending to be rich for? How much money could you possibly have in that crappy card of yours?"

The waiter took the black card, swiped it on the card reader, and the machine beeped, "Transaction amount: 400 yuan; balance: 50 US dollars."

Zhao Menghua's expression froze, and his underlings looked at each other in bewilderment.

"50 million US dollars?"

"That's over three million RMB?"

"How does Lu Mingfei have so much money?"

Zhao Menghua's face changed from green to red, then from red to white, as spectacular as a color palette.

With a "bang," the restaurant door was pushed open, and Chu Zihang, wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses, walked with a steady and powerful gait.

Everyone involuntarily looked at Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang walked straight up to Lu Mingfei. "Boss, please get in the car. The mission is urgent."

Lu Mingfei was stunned. What was going on? "BOSS?"

"You are the leader of this mission, and Professor Schneider hopes that we will carry it out as soon as possible."

"learn."

Lu Mingfei stood up, patted Zhao Menghua on the shoulder, and said, "Frilian is right. Be a decent human being."

"Senior brother, let's go."

Chu Zihang nodded and stepped aside to let Lu Mingfei and Frilian go first.

As she passed Chen Wenwen, Frilian slowed her pace and whispered, "Take care."

Chapter 42 Compassion

Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat, occasionally stealing glances at Chu Zihang who was driving, while Frilian sat quietly in the back.

“I stood outside the private room for two minutes,” Chu Zihang said. “I roughly know what happened.”

Lu Mingfei was a little confused. Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Club and a legendary figure at Shilan Middle School, actually had a heart that loved gossip?

This is even more shocking than the principal of Angers' love for square dancing.

"Uh, it's nothing really," Lu Mingfei said, scratching his head, unsure how to respond.

“What Frillian said just now was quite good,” Chu Zihang said in a flat tone, but Lu Mingfei could sense the certainty in his words. “Zhao Menghua is not a good person.”

Lu Mingfei nodded. Zhao Menghua was indeed no good person. He now viewed him as nothing more than a clown.

The once-prominent figure at Shilan Middle School, who made him feel inferior to the core, is now nothing more than a pathetic fellow in his eyes.

His experiences at Kassel College, his daily life with Frillien, and the life-or-death moments of fighting against the dragons reshaped his worldview.

"I know you used to like Chen Wenwen," Chu Zihang's next words struck Lu Mingfei's heart like a bullet.

"What Zhao Menghua said?"

"Yes," Chu Zihang said, staring at the road ahead. "He also told the whole school, so everyone knows you like Chen Wenwen."

"Uh," Lu Mingfei didn't know how to respond and could only utter a meaningless syllable.

Chu Zihang wasn't about to let him off the hook: "You liked Chen Wenwen, but she didn't like you and treated you very badly, like a lackey. If that's the case, why are you angry with Zhao Menghua on her behalf?"

Lu Mingfei thought about it seriously. Pity? Sympathy? Or a twisted sense of vengeful pleasure?

neither.

He gazed at the streetlights flashing past the window, organizing his thoughts.

“It’s not because I still like her,” Lu Mingfei said, “it’s just that I see a reflection of my past self in her.”

Chu Zihang nodded almost imperceptibly; he had already guessed that Lu Mingfei would say that.

He looked at Frillie through the rearview mirror: "So Frillie, why are you speaking up for Chen Wenwen? Is it because you can't stand Zhao Menghua?"

“Yes,” Frillian replied briefly. “He has been speaking ill of Lu Mingfei, and speaking up for Chen Wenwen is just a side effect.”

Lu Mingfei felt a warmth in his heart and turned to smile at Frillie. The silver-haired girl's expression was icy, but he liked it nonetheless.

Chu Zihang turned on his turn signal and parked the car in front of a convenience store on the side of the road.

"I'm going to buy something," he said, turning off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. "I'll be right back."

Before Lu Mingfei could ask why, Chu Zihang got out of the car and went into the convenience store.

Through the glass window, he saw Chu Zihang buy a pack of tissues and a bottle of mineral water, and then return to his car.

"Get out of the car, just wait for me here," Chu Zihang said, restarting the car and turning it around.

Lu Mingfei and Frilian both got out of the car. Frilian asked, "Are you going back to find Chen Wenwen?"