Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 190 You dare to provoke Lu Mingfei! (Part 2)

"Wha...what?"

Lu Mingfei wondered if he was hallucinating because he hadn't taken a nap.

Of course, he never had the habit of taking a lunch break... But how could he explain it if he didn't come up with an outrageous and completely unfounded reason, that someone he had just met and didn't really know would blurt out "You're a monster"?

This doesn't make any sense at all!
Lu Mingfei felt that he was actually quite normal. Although he was indeed a little bit faster than the average person in terms of progress speed, it was still okay in the world of mixed-race people... right?

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

But this guilty conscience was quickly replaced by a strong and justifiable reason, and he stood up again—after all, his bloodline was indeed S-class!
Although Lu Mingfei's current strength has not relied on bloodline at all, but entirely on his own efforts and a tiny bit of help from his schedule, the dragon blood in his body has not shown any signs of stirring or awakening... but who knows that?
Even if there are vague guesses, there is no way to confirm them.

But this makes it even harder to explain why Nuonuo would say something like that right away when they first met.

Seeing the other person's still somewhat dazed eyes, Lu Mingfei tentatively asked.

"Senior sister, are you... tired from your journey and haven't had enough rest?"

His words made a lot of sense, because when he greeted Chu Zihang and then interacted with Nuonuo under his senior's guidance, he had clearly observed the changes in Nuonuo's expression.

Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, her pupils deep and unfathomable, giving her the mysterious air of a witch possessed by spirits, begging for divine intervention.

If the venue were changed again, from a brightly lit indoor basketball court to one of those places often seen in foreign movies, filled with incense so strong it creates the Tyndall effect, and Nono wasn't dressed in modern clothes but as a gypsy witch, holding a crystal ball or something... then the sense of horror would be perfectly matched!

"This witch is indeed quite beautiful," Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

As a homebody, Lu Mingfei has his own ranking of beautiful women based on his own aesthetic standards.

Su Xiaoqiang, needless to say, is undoubtedly number one. Her mixed-race heritage gives her both the sharp features of a European and the gentle grace of an Eastern girl. Ling comes in second; the Ice Queen's beauty lies somewhere between a girl and a little girl. Perhaps she would be even better if she were a bit older, but that also gives her a unique charm.

Then, Liu Miaomiao, the little beauty who plays the piano, ranked third. Her innocent eyes and her soft, delicate voice always made Lu Mingfei want to tease her.

Finally, Chen Wenwen ranked fourth.

This ranking order was the same even before Lu Mingfei met Ling, and when Chen Wenwen was the only ray of light in his life... Of course, Lu Mingfei, as Chen Wenwen's top lieutenant at the time, would never have said this out loud.

It can only be said that as a homebody, he is quite pure when it comes to the beauty rankings, judging solely by looks and physical appearance.

Even sitting down, Nuonuo is clearly a tall and radiant girl. In terms of looks and figure alone, she surpasses Queen Ling and could even be considered on par with Su Xiaoqiang for first place.

However, this wouldn't make Lu Mingfei's attitude towards this senior sister any better or more special.

That's just the kind of person he is. How beautiful someone is doesn't matter to him. Only those who are good to him hold a more important place in his heart.

Nono's gaze finally snapped out of its deep, almost absent-minded state, and as she regained her senses, she realized that she had probably said something she shouldn't have.

But the moment her eyes met Lu Mingfei's, she couldn't help but shiver.

The boy's face was so perfect that there was no flaw in it, as if it were a masterpiece created by the gods. At this moment, he was smiling and gave people the feeling of a sunny and gentle handsome boy, like cherry blossoms blooming in the warm sun in March, everything was beautiful.

Nono knew perfectly well what lay hidden beneath his outward appearance.

She was so deeply immersed in the "profile" she had just done that she almost completely identified with Lu Mingfei himself.

The rigorous schedule, the ridiculously heavy workload, and the unwavering focus... to be able to stick to it all is already a testament to exceptional talent. At least, I've never seen anyone manage that in all these years.

Only a madman would force himself to do these things.

But none of these are the most terrifying—the most terrifying thing is that inexplicable thunder that seems to act on both the soul and the body at the same time!
Nono experienced that feeling exactly as it was—the burning sensation, the excruciating pain, which was indescribable in words.

It's as if every cell in the body is connected to pain receptors and then simultaneously violently destroyed. As a result, the pain reported by trillions of individuals is simultaneously transmitted to the central nervous system... Even the world's most powerful processor cannot process so much data at the same time; it would be overwhelmed instantly!

At that moment, Nono truly felt that she was about to die. The idyllic imagery of a revolving lantern would never appear at such a time. Her consciousness was vaporized as if falling into the sun, on the verge of disappearing.

If I hadn't been woken up at that exact moment, I might have ended up in a vegetative state.

The more Nuonuo had experienced this kind of pain, the more absurd Lu Mingfei seemed to her.

Even after just one experience, which wasn't even a full one, she was already traumatized. She wouldn't even dare to think about it; the slightest touch of it sends chills down her spine!

But Lu Mingfei?

After going through this, how can he act like nothing happened?

He can even laugh!

The word "outrageous" is no longer enough to describe Lu Mingfei... He's a complete monster, that's the only possibility!
"I...I'm sorry, I really haven't been getting enough rest."

Nono knew that things couldn't continue like this. She needed some time to sort out her still chaotic mind. The "evil little witch," having been punished by the power of thunder, had temporarily become obedient.

So she made up an excuse on the spot.

"It might be a slight cold."

"You have a cold too?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, subconsciously glancing at Chu Zihang beside him, whose expression was blank, but whose lips were visibly paler than usual. His senior had also said he had a cold…

"Even people of mixed race can catch a cold?"

"Mixed-race people are still human. It's normal for them to catch a cold or fever. At most, their resistance is a little higher than that of ordinary people."

Chu Zihang coldly gave a reason that was completely flawless.

"It's probably some kind of flu, and winter is the peak season for influenza."

"Yes, very likely..."

Nuonuo glanced at Chu Zihang without showing any emotion. With her profiling skills, she could easily tell that what Chu Zihang said was untrue, but it would be too disrespectful to say such a thing on the spot... After all, he was the president of the Lionheart Society.

This extremely brief meeting came to an end. Lu Mingfei watched Nuonuo and Susie leave, feeling that something was amiss.

"Senior brother, don't you think... it's like she really 'profiled' something? Her behavior just now was nothing like the 'little witch' you described to me. She seemed to be frightened by something."

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

"I didn't do anything."

"……Hard to say."

Chu Zihang thought for a moment.

"Nono's 'profile' ability is astonishing; it's difficult to know exactly what she's seen. And if you or I try to find out, we'll only arouse suspicion, so..."

He was speaking when he suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother?" Lu Mingfei asked.

“I’ve thought of someone who can do this.”

Chu Zihang took out his phone. "With his professional skills, it's possible for him to do it."

...This station's frontline reporter felt that the first day of his official winter vacation was becoming strange.

To be fair, he felt that as an outstanding future journalist, he also needed time to rest.

For some time now, he's been getting up early and arriving at school early every day so he can upload the latest gossip to the Shilan Middle School forum as soon as possible. This diligent work ethic earned him administrator privileges on the forum, and consequently, considerable notoriety.

At least his name as "the frontline reporter of this station" is known to everyone. This ID has formed a fixed impression on the campus forum that "any gossip reported by this ID must be big gossip!"
But the daily reporting of a major news story was obviously going to come to an abrupt end with the official start of winter break. He couldn't possibly follow and report on the whole thing... wouldn't that make him a paparazzi?

Based on the scene of Lu Mingfei leaving by helicopter last night, this behavior is clearly not feasible.

So he decided to take his camera and wander around to see if he could stumble upon any other news.

Then he bumped into this very strange foreigner.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

The foreigner spoke fluent Chinese and was dressed in slightly shabby clothes. Before our reporter could react, the foreigner approached him and said something that left him somewhat puzzled.

"You're a real talent for journalism, what a pity..."

"Who...are you? How did you know I like the news? What do you want?"

The reporter concluded that the other party knew him based on their words, but this made things even stranger, as he did not recall ever interacting with foreigners.

Given his expertise in journalism... surely he shouldn't be so outstanding as to attract international attention? That's why I asked these three questions.

"You don't need to know who I am, nor do you need to know why I know you like the news. You just need to know what I'm going to do..."

The other person whispered, "Would you like to be my first unpaid collaborator? The kind that's paid! All you have to do is follow up on the news..."

"what?"

Just then, the phone rang, interrupting the other person before they could finish speaking. The "frontline reporter" watched as the foreigner pulled out a rather old Nokia phone, his expression changed, and he shoved a business card into the reporter's hand, tossed out a "Contact me later," and turned to leave.

He looked down, completely bewildered, examining the contents of the business card, if it could even be considered a business card.

The name above is—

……

"Fingal?"

Chu Zihang spoke.

"Your loyal henchman is always here, at your service!"

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Lu Mingfei realized that this could no longer be called respect, but rather obsequiousness...

"...I remember you're a member of the student council." Chu Zihang frowned slightly.

"The News Department serves every client equally. Whether I am a member of the Student Union or not is not important. What is important is you, the esteemed President of the Lionheart Club, who is our client, and the client is God!" Fingel delivered a set of eloquent words without any hesitation.

"Now I know why his press department can still exist at Kassel College despite its utterly despicable behavior..."

Lu Mingfei muttered, "Only shameless people can be good paparazzi!"

"Well said! A concise and apt description, truly insightful!"

Whether it was because Chu Zihang's phone had such good sound reception or because Fingel's hearing was exceptionally sharp, his voice became several degrees more obsequious.

"Is that the distinguished S-class person speaking over there? I have several big projects I'd like to discuss with you! You'll cooperate with me to create news, and we'll split the profits 70/30, you get 70% and I get 30%!"

This is undoubtedly a very sincere distribution ratio. In the past, Lu Mingfei would have agreed immediately, but now he was completely unmoved.

The two piano pieces managed and released by Aunt Shanshan will become wildly popular, and they will definitely be international hits. There is absolutely no doubt about that. At that time, even if Lu Mingfei does nothing, he will make a fortune.

When people are about to become financially secure, it's really hard for them to develop any interest in money anymore.

“Brother Finger, it sounds like your Chinese is quite good. Have you ever heard of the idiom ‘too much courtesy is bound to be deceitful’?” Lu Mingfei chuckled.

"That's why I hate your kind of culture that has such a long history and complete heritage the most. Every word and phrase you use is an idiom or proverb, making you a human-shaped encrypted compressed file generator!"

Fingel's tone became extremely agitated on the other end of the phone.

Lu Mingfei wanted to say something more. He felt that he and this senior brother he had never met got along quite well, and their temperaments seemed to suit each other.

But then he met Chu Zihang's gaze... and only then did he remember that he had important business to attend to.

"Ahem, um, Senior Brother Fingel, Senior Brother Chu Zihang has something to tell you."

He stepped back, and by then it was almost time. The electric shock warning sounded, and he had no choice but to start practicing basketball.

While suffering from a "cold," Chu Zihang was so out of breath that he could barely speak a long sentence, let alone play basketball. So he walked over and talked to Fingel about asking him to find out more information about this.

"This……"

Fingel's voice suddenly became somewhat troubled, "I'm a member of the student council, and Nono is the student council president Caesar's official girlfriend. Junior Brother Chu, you want me to do this kind of thing..."

"Very difficult."

Chu Zihang was not surprised by this. "Refuse?"

"Refuse? No, no, no, you misunderstood me. What I meant was..."

Fingel took a deep breath on the other end of the phone and spoke with a resolute tone.

"You have to pay more!"

……

"Shinnosuke Fujiwara".

"Mr. Percy."

The man in the black suit stood up from his seat and bowed his head to indicate that he was ready to obey.

They were on a private jet chartered by the Gattuso family. After informing the deputy head of the family, Frost, and reaching a consensus with Zhang Shanfeng, the entire assessment team was assembled when the private jet was already waiting at the airport, fully fueled and ready to take off.

This is an extremely swift but costly journey, which generally implies a high level of importance attached to the matter... regardless of the cost.

Shinnosuke Fujiwara is a student at Kassel College, class of 2007. He has joined the Gattuso family... or more accurately, become a so-called "vassal," a tactic used by the Gattuso family to recruit outstanding mixed-race individuals.

"We arrived at our destination close to night, and the first meeting and exchange should have been arranged in the evening."

Parcy relayed the orders from his master Pompeii with a blank expression.

"At that time, you will provoke Lu Mingfei."

(End of this chapter)