Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Lu Mingfei could feel the changes radiating from the inside out.

Listening to my classmates' uncontrollable whispers and the shocked looks on their faces, a sense of pride did well up in my heart.

But at this moment, the image of the boy crucified on the cross resurfaced in his mind. The golden pupils and the pained yet calm expression seemed like a silent question.

The rising sense of pride was instantly extinguished.

Instead, a hint of sadness will linger, just like sitting in a car in winter, and as you breathe slowly, a thin white mist appears on the car window until it completely covers the scenery outside the window.

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt like he was sitting alone in a closed carriage. He had gained the ability to travel freely, but he found that everything outside the window was not worth his attention. So he exhaled the white mist again, sealing himself in again.

Ye Fan, who was in the distance, took in all of this, but he didn't move forward. Boys always have to grow up, and growth is inevitably accompanied by scars.

Lu Mingfei walked to the classroom door in a daze.

Relying on muscle memory, he mechanically walked to his seat.

When he sat down, the first person he noticed was the classmate sitting next to him - that person glanced at him unintentionally, and then his eyes fixed on him.

Next came the classmate who was talking to that person. He followed his gaze and also froze in place.

This state of mind spread like a plague, and soon the entire class's attention was focused on the seat by the window.

Lu Mingfei rested his elbows on the table, gazing out the window absentmindedly, the lines of his profile particularly clear in the sunlight.

He was still the same loser, doing the same actions as before.

But today, everyone felt something different about him—that gloomy and elegant temperament, like the sudden awakening of his innate aristocratic bloodline, making it impossible to ignore.

I don't know when the class bell rang.

"Lu Mingfei!"

Mathematics teacher Wang Defu's angry shout lashed the quiet classroom like a whip.

Lu Mingfei stood up in a daze and saw the fat middle-aged man on the podium staring at him with angry eyes.

"what?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head subconsciously, and this action caused a few chuckles in the classroom.

Only then did he notice that there was a trigonometric problem written on the blackboard. The complicated formula covered half of the blackboard like a spider web.

Looking at Wang Defu's angry expression, Lu Mingfei knew that he had offended him today.

This teacher is usually like this. Whenever something happens, he takes it out on the students. And this poor guy who is not good at studying and has no friends is naturally the best target for his anger.

Not to mention that he was daydreaming in his class today, so he was bound to be given a hard time.

In the past, he would have pretended to stare at the question for a while, then put on an expression as if he was racking his brains, and finally said in a deliberately flattering tone: "Teacher... I don't know."

Then calmly endure the endless and stinging ridicule.

But today, when his eyes fell on those symbols, a strange feeling came over him - those once obscure formulas suddenly became extremely clear, as simple and clear as an untied knot.

"Student Lu Mingfei," Wang Defu said, pushing up his glasses with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Since you chose to look at the scenery outside the window instead of the teacher's lecture, does that mean you've already mastered this point?"

He deliberately raised his voice and said, "That's great! You've already learned it without the teacher explaining it. You're such a little genius!"

The classroom erupted in laughter. Several boys slammed their hands on their desks, while the girls exchanged glances, covering their mouths. Everyone waited for the familiar scene—the unlucky boy stood there bewildered, finally bowing his head in shame and admitting his mistake.

"Sure enough, no matter how his appearance changes, he's still a loser." Zhao Menghua whispered to his deskmate, his voice just loud enough for those around him to hear.

Lu Mingfei stared calmly at the blackboard, the formulas automatically breaking down and reassembling before his eyes. He felt an unprecedented sense of control, as if he had suddenly grasped some kind of code.

"Come on, little genius," Wang Defu tapped the blackboard with his chalk, "come to the podium and show everyone how to solve this problem!"

"good."

Lu Mingfei's answer was so brief that it surprised everyone.

Instead of shrinking back as usual, he walked straight to the podium and took out a piece of white chalk from the chalk box.

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Chapter 46 Dinner appointment, let's see how Lu Mingfei helps the little goddess to deal with Ye Fan

The moment the chalk touched the blackboard, Lu Mingfei felt a strange sense of smoothness.

His fingers seemed to have a memory of their own, and he wrote out neat lines of formulas without even thinking. The symbols were arranged so perfectly, as if they were standard printed characters.

"When did he become so good at handwriting?" a girl in the back row whispered.

Wang Defu initially folded his arms and sneered, ready to humiliate Lu Mingfei when he could no longer write.

But as the writing on the blackboard grew longer, his expression froze. Could it be that this poor student, whom he usually treated with such ease, had actually written down an answer that even the top students in the class couldn't solve?

The classroom was eerily quiet, with only the clacking of chalk against the blackboard. Lu Mingfei finished writing the last equal sign, gently placed the chalk back into its box, and turned to face Wang Defu.

"Teacher, did I get the answer right?"

He asked, no trace of boasting in his voice, only pure confirmation.

It was like a routine, because he was absolutely sure that he had the right answer.

In his eyes now, the trigonometric functions that were once obscure and difficult to understand were not much more complicated than 1+1=2.

Wang Defu's fat face turned red.

He stared at the solution on the blackboard and had to admit that every step was flawless. What shocked him even more was that Lu Mingfei even used a simpler solution that was not mentioned in the textbook.

"Um...yes, that's right." Wang Defu stammered, then turned serious again, "But don't daydream in class!"

He had encountered some problems today and wanted to take it out on Lu Mingfei, and at the same time use Lu Mingfei as a warning to him after the May Day holiday.

Who made this guy suddenly become so handsome? Many female classmates' eyes fell on him. This made the middle-aged and fat Wang Defu even more unhappy.

Lu Mingfei nodded and walked back to his seat. His expression remained calm, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

The whole class fell silent.

Everyone stared at the window seat, unable to believe their eyes.

Zhao Menghua gripped the pen tightly, his knuckles turning white. He had expected Lu Mingfei to smile that disgustingly flattering smile after answering correctly, or at least show a hint of pride.

But this poor guy actually looked nonchalant, as if solving the problem was as natural to him as breathing!

"Why are you pretending..."

Zhao Menghua squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and the tip of his pen poked a hole in the notebook.

What on earth is this idiot doing? Could he really be completely transformed after not seeing him for five days?

Lu Mingfei looked out the window again. Sunlight filtered through the leaves onto the desk, casting dappled shadows. He could sense dozens of burning gazes from behind him, some expressing shock, some suspicion, and most often, confusion.

But at this moment, his thoughts drifted to the boy nailed to the cross - there was endless sorrow in those golden eyes.

The chalk dust slowly falls in the sunlight, just like the flying ashes in the forest of time.

As soon as the bell rang, Su Xiaoqiang turned around with his eyes wide open:

"Lu Mingfei! Did you go digging coal on May Day? How come you're so dark?" She reached out to pinch his arm. "You've built up some muscles!"

Lu Mingfei subconsciously shrank back. He didn't dare to covet his sister-in-law.

He scratched his head and laughed, "I just trained with Brother Fan for a few days..."

"Great!" Su Xiaoqiang slapped the desk. "You didn't invite me for this kind of good thing? Do you still have eyes for me, the big sister?"

She suddenly lowered her voice and leaned closer, "What about the match I asked you to help with?"

"I'm trying my best..." Lu Mingfei leaned back with a wry smile.

Ye Fan was a stickler for love, and his several hints were all ignored.

Su Xiaoqiang puffed out her cheeks. "Senior Brother Ye and the others are about to graduate, and I'm planning a farewell party." Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Please help me get the ball rolling. We need to be subtle, okay?"

"I understand."

Lu Mingfei gave an OK sign and a sly smile. Su Xiaoqiang returned the same expression, the two of them looking like they were plotting something sinister.

At this moment, Chen Wenwen passed by, holding a book. She stopped as if she had just noticed Lu Mingfei. "Have you been working out lately?" She tilted her head slightly, her long hair falling from her shoulders. "I haven't heard you mention it."

The girl was not particularly pretty, but her appearance did fit most young people's fantasy of white moonlight.

A gentle and generous expression, a figure unique to young girls.

In the past, Lu Mingfei should have been overjoyed by now, and would be trying hard to find ways to say a few more words to the girl.

But for some reason, maybe it was because dragon blood enhanced people's perception and sixth sense, Lu Mingfei inexplicably felt that Chen Wenwen's sudden appearance had ulterior motives.

Maybe he himself didn't realize it, but the sense of vigilance from the old king's dragon blood prompted him to be on the defensive.

Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered Ye Fan's disgusted expression when he commented on Chen Wenwen. Now, looking at this girl who once made his heart beat faster, he inexplicably felt that the throbbing had faded a lot.

"Yeah, just some practice." He answered casually, his tone as flat as when Chen Wenwen replied to his long QQ messages in the past.

Chen Wenwen's expression froze for a moment, then she quickly revealed a gentle smile: "You must come to the literature club activity tomorrow." Her fingers unconsciously stroked the Stray Birds in her arms.

"It depends," Lu Mingfei replied, spinning the pen. This pen was a gift from Ye Fan, and the metal body gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Chen Wenwen pursed her lips and was about to say something, but Su Xiaoqiang interrupted impatiently: "Hey, hey, let's talk about this!" She glared at Chen Wenwen in a defiant manner, then turned to Lu Mingfei, "Remember to ask for me!"

"I know, big sister." Lu Mingfei smiled and raised his hands in surrender. After Chen Wenwen walked away, Su Xiaoqiang suddenly lowered his voice: "Hey, what type of girls do you think Senior Brother Ye likes?"

Lu Mingfei blinked: "He...maybe he likes someone like you, pretty, capable, and generous. The most important thing is that you are like a female dragon."

Lu Mingfei was telling the truth. Chu Zihang had told him that Ye Fan was an S-class hybrid. Hybrids of this rank were essentially second-generation dragons in human form.

It sounds quite normal for a male dragon to like a female dragon.

"You are quite good at talking." Su Xiaoqiang smiled complacently after hearing the first half of Lu Mingfei's sentence, but when Lu Mingfei said the second half of the sentence, Su Xiaoqiang's face turned red obviously.

"Who the hell are you implying?!" Su Xiaoqiang picked up the textbook and was about to hit him.

Lu Mingfei dodged and couldn't help thinking that you two even have the same swear words, you really are worthy of being a male dragon and a female dragon.

But he didn't notice the gloomy gaze of Zhao Menghua in the back row of the classroom.

The sunlight filtered through the glass windows at the end of the corridor, casting diamond-shaped spots of light on the terrazzo floor.

Lu Mingfei walked towards the bathroom along these light spots, his soles making a slight sound as they rubbed against the floor tiles.

The May wind, carrying the scent of the sycamore trees, came in through the open window, lifting the strands of hair on his forehead.

The faucet in the bathroom was leaking a little, and they still charged so much tuition for this, Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.