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

Chapter 77 Liu Miaomiao: If you're so good, you do it!
The curtains in Lu Mingfei's room had never been drawn before.

He always runs out before it's completely dark, so why would there be any need to draw the curtains to block out the light?
This naturally made things easier for Liu Miaomiao.

She could see everything Lu Mingfei did in the room through the window and from a short distance. When she was shy, she would draw her curtains, and after a while, when she had calmed down, she would quietly peek through a crack.

She could even interact with Lu Mingfei, like last night...

It's like some kind of ambiguous little game, something that only the two of them can play.

This game can only be played late at night, when it is quiet and there is no one around, so it almost directly touches the soul.

But now, the curtains are drawn.

It wasn't Lu Mingfei, but... Zero.

She appeared in Lu Mingfei's room in her pajamas as if it were perfectly natural, with her usual expressionless face. Without exchanging any words with Lu Mingfei, she went to the French windows and drew the curtains.

Everything was ordinary and uneventful, so natural that it seemed as if it were meant to be.

Thus, the path that leads directly to the heart is cut off as if by a closed gate.

Although Mingling remained expressionless and silent, Liu Miaomiao felt that her silence spoke volumes. If she were to say dismissively, "It's time for the children's game to end. Go play somewhere else!"

The girl noticed that her eyelashes had suddenly become very heavy, so heavy that they couldn't hold back the teardrops that were forming.

The tear rolled uncontrollably from her eye, shattering on the notes she had just written. The ink seeped in, black threads entwining and enveloping the transparent teardrop, as if reflecting the scene of the black blackout curtains being drawn back and forth.

At this moment, it looked like the curtain of a theater after the final curtain call, or the last train door closing late at night; everything seemed to be telling her—it was over.

It ended before it even truly began...?

But at that very moment, a glimpse from the corner of my eye pierced through the dark clouds like lightning.

Someone drew the curtains open again.

……

Lu Mingfei was startled by the sound of the curtains being drawn.

Logically, someone immersed in a state of "flow" shouldn't be affected by such a small noise, but Lu Mingfei hadn't entered a state of "flow" at all. He was always on guard, so he successfully kept his state between "being warned of electric shock" and "being immersed in flow".

This action was taken because of the strategy and reminder given by Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen's so-called three strategies—superior, middle, and inferior—are—

The worst approach: cut the Gordian knot and choose one option over the others;

Best approach: Be open and say, "I want them all."
The middle strategy: Play dumb and remain impartial.

Next, Uncle Chen analyzed the three strategies, saying that "the worst strategy is the simplest and easiest, but the side effects are too great," and "the best strategy is ideal, but the operation and the trump cards are too demanding, and it is easy to end up with nothing if you are not careful. I had a friend like that back then..."

Finally, there's the middle strategy—"the most moderate, the most suitable for a master of feigning ignorance. Although I don't know who your friend is, I think he's a natural-born talent!"

As long as you keep pretending and continuously improve yourself, once your strength and skills are sufficient, you can then implement the best strategy and achieve success in one fell swoop.

Then, Uncle Chen added a reminder—

"But right now, the most troublesome thing is actually your friend's fiancée, Mr. Lu. Everyone has a possessive mentality, and no matter what, the position of fiancée is too powerful. If she makes a move, it will be devastating."

At times like this, Mr. Lu, your friend has to step in, especially tonight, the first meeting is the most dangerous! Once this hurdle is overcome, things will be simple, but we have to make sure no one gets hurt, because we have to treat everyone fairly..."

Lu Mingfei had also read some historical novels and knew the classic strategist tactic of "abandoning the lower and preserving the middle."

He immediately said, "I'll choose the middle strategy, but it sounds complicated and I don't really understand it. I understand fairness, but how can I pretend to be confused?"

As a result, Uncle Chen immediately gave a thumbs up and said...

"Right, that is it!"

"Pretending to be confused... When did I pretend to be confused?"

Lu Mingfei was very puzzled.

But no matter how he asked, Uncle Chen only said, "It's probably best to follow your heart and explain further, otherwise it will be less conducive to your friend Lu Shao continuing to pretend to be confused," and then refused to say anything more.

However, he still understood the meaning of "following one's heart".

So, as the curtains were drawn shut, his heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stood up and opened the curtains again.

It's not good to let Liu Miaomiao see, but deliberately drawing the curtains to prevent Liu Miaomiao from seeing seems to be worse than "not good"?
Meeting Ling's calm gaze, he nervously offered a lame explanation.

"It's late at night, opening the curtains to let in some light is good for your physical and mental health..."

It was as if the devil had quietly closed the door to heaven, and just as the girl was feeling lost and heartbroken, an angel jumped out and pulled it open.

He was also yelling some nonsense, something like, "Hey, that girl's pretty good, I've got my eye on her. How about I use my points to redeem a door-opening opportunity, since I've worked so hard all this time? Let her get in the car!"

Liu Miaomiao looked up blankly. The angel, who was talking, released his hand from the curtains and looked across the distance to the corner of her eye. He paused slightly, then awkwardly wiped his eyes.

The devil was standing next to the angel; she remained expressionless and silent, as if whether the door was open or closed was irrelevant to her. She had simply felt it was inappropriate to allow outsiders to peek into Heaven, which was why she had closed the door.

Since the angel says they're one of our own, then leaving the door open is fine.

Anyway, it won't affect her.

The angel didn't have time to exchange too many subtle gestures with the girl before he had to get back to his "work".

The "workbench" desk wasn't big enough for two people to sit side by side. The devil was a clean freak, but she didn't care about that when she was with the angel, so she sat directly on the angel's bed where he usually rested and started reading.

Everything is clearly visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Liu Miaomiao suddenly felt that the bright light was a bit dazzling, and even the fact that the glass was so clean and transparent was being complained about.

She considered drawing her curtains, but worried that something bad might happen if she couldn't see them.

A myriad of thoughts swirled in my mind.

"What exactly is the relationship between Lu Mingfei and Ling? Why is Ling at his house?"

"Why do they get along so naturally..."

"But Lu Mingfei opened the curtains and told me not to cry. What does that mean? Does he mean he's completely open and honest, and that he has a clear conscience so it's okay for me to see him?"

Does he... know how I feel about him?

At the age of seventeen, the girl tasted the bittersweet flavors of life for the first time. She stared blankly in that direction, her heart rising and falling with every conversation between Lu Mingfei and Ling, every time Ling leaned closer, and falling again with their separation.

Ups and downs, that's all there is to it.

The musical notes in my mind started to move in this inopportune moment, automatically arranging themselves to outline the staff.

Following the main section, which represents "encounter and budding"... the development section, symbolizing "contradiction and tension," arrives, presenting a fact that the girl does not want to see but cannot change.

The deputy minister's "love affair" hasn't even taken shape yet...

Liu Miaomiao sniffed, and her previously confused eyes finally cleared, turning into determination.

If the curtains remained closed, even if she didn't want to, she would only choose to give up her futile efforts. But now the curtains were open, and it was Lu Mingfei who opened them. Could this mean... maybe?
She gently picked up the water-based pen that had fallen onto the Persian velvet carpet, and began to sketch musical notes on a new note.

Since that's the case, she's determined to finish this piano piece!

As Aunt Shanshan said, as long as this piece is completed, everything will be alright when I play the four-hand piano duet with Lu Mingfei at the Shilan Middle School Spring Festival Gala!
But, before that...

The girl paused, pulled her phone from her bag, checked the flash, and secretly took a picture after confirming it was off. She then opened QQ, found the name that had messaged her that morning, and clicked send.

She captioned the post: "If you're so good, then you do it."

Then, she turned off her phone and put it back in her bag.

After completing this series of actions, she suddenly felt a little happy again, as if she was not the only one facing this heavy reality, but another person.

The girl's desire for revenge can be quite strong...

Liu Miaomiao then composed the music.

The musical notes emerged one by one, seemingly drawn on the draft paper by the tip of a pen, yet it was as if a sound was ringing in one's ears.

She listened, wrote, and occasionally looked up to supervise—

In the room opposite the window, Lu Mingfei was studying, and Ling sat quietly on his bed, creating a harmonious scene...

Before long, Liu Miaomiao looked away sadly, lowering her eyes.

But at this point, the arrangement of notes becomes increasingly smooth, almost becoming a flowing measure.

Faintly, words and phrases began to emerge—

"The phoenix soars high, seeking its mate across the four seas..."

(End of this chapter)