Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 27 Was there a person in the tennis bag?

Chen Wenwen is the president of the literary society.

The literary society at Shilan High School is a very special entity.

Or rather, the "Wen" in the literary society was originally Chen Wenwen's "Wen".

This club was founded by people who like Chen Wenwen, and Chen Wenwen is also at the core.

If Chen Wenwen doesn't speak, the literary society's group chat will always be quiet, and no one will ever discuss literature.

The beauty of literature that everyone discusses at school is also because of the beauty of the Muse. The Muse, wearing a white cotton dress, sits in the sunlight with her long hair flowing down. This is the beauty of literature.

Regardless of the nature of the club, members, especially directors like Lu Mingfei, should inform the president if they intend to leave...

But why? So suddenly...

"You don't need to call me for any events in the future," Lu Mingfei said again.

"Did...did something happen?"

Chen Wenwen opened her mouth, and after a long pause, asked in a trembling voice.

"Because the college entrance exam is coming up, I plan to focus on studying," Lu Mingfei gave an impeccable answer.

"By the way, what did you want to see me about?" he asked again.

"I……"

Sensing Lu Mingfei's unfamiliar attitude, Chen Wenwen felt a surge of grievance for no reason.

Think at the beginning,
She had specially invited only two members from the entire society: Zhao Menghua and Lu Mingfei.

She had originally planned to explain to him what happened yesterday, but now she thought, what explanation was needed?
It seems there's no point in even discussing it.

Yes, I guessed you might like me, but you never say anything. Who knows what you're really thinking?

Besides... I only went to the bakery with Zhao Menghua yesterday, nothing happened, I have a clear conscience, okay?

The image of Lu Mingfei looking for Su Xiaoqiang when morning self-study ended suddenly flashed into her mind.

She heard the commotion so loudly.

...Is it related to Su Xiaoqiang?

A wave of sorrow washed over Chen Wenwen.

Lu Mingfei stopped trying to guess her thoughts as he used to and simply waited quietly for her to continue.

Finally, she forced a smile and said, "It's a matter of the literary society. Since you want to leave the society, then forget it. I'll find someone else to help."

"Well, sorry."

After casually remarking those words, Lu Mingfei moved with light steps, as if tiptoeing through the night, and swept past her.

She was left standing there, stunned.

……

Back in his seat, Lu Mingfei silently took a sip of water.

He finally couldn't resist and opened Chen Wenwen's information panel.

Name: Chen Wenwen

【Age: 18/72】

【Combat strength: 5】

【Favourability: 2】

Wealth Index: 5.1

[Tags: artsy, president of Shilan Literature Club, white moonlight, green tea, lots of guys around her, overly sensitive, gentle older sister, immature...]

[Review: It's very fake, but also very real.]

After glancing at the contents, Lu Mingfei closed the panel.

It's hard to say exactly how he felt.

After all, Chen Wenwen reached out a hand to him when he was at his most desperate, whether that hand was meant to pull him out of the water or push him into an even deeper abyss.

But at least there was a pair of hands that gave him hope.

So when he sees the labels on the panel from other people's impressions... which are mostly not positive, he doesn't want to follow the crowd and say a few words of criticism or kick them while they're down.

Let bygones be bygones.

Just like that summer, his radiant shadow would pass by him, pause, and eventually leave.

However, by the afternoon...

However, some good news has arrived.

Shilan's leadership decided to respond to that very new policy and cancel winter break make-up classes. It sounded like a decision made on a whim.

After only two days of make-up classes, the program was canceled again and rescheduled for normal classes after the Lantern Festival.

But it seems that many students had already heard rumors, so they came to the school today.

In the end... school ended early.

Lu Mingfei fiddled with his phone, looking somewhat conflicted.

There are still several hours until the time I agreed to pick up Chu Zihang.

Going straight back seems pointless.

Or should we call and ask?
What if my senior brother is also bored right now?

If I could move into the new house soon, I'd be happy to mooch a dinner from my senior!
After thinking about it, he finally dialed the number.

"Hey, senior brother, are you free right now?"

"Boom boom boom—I'm free." There was a lot of noise coming from Chu Zihang's side, like an action movie was playing.

Lu Mingfei's eyelids twitched, and he immediately wondered if it was possible that Chu Zihang was watching a movie with a girl, but it seemed unlikely that he would watch a movie with a girl...

Moreover, all those chaotic explosions aren't suitable to watch with girls.

Okay, then I'm relieved.

"Senior brother, I've already finished school. Would you like to meet earlier?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, then asked to confirm, "Will this disrupt your plans?"

"I have no plans."

On the outskirts of Binhai City, at the edge of an abandoned mine, Chu Zihang held a phone in one hand and shook the 'Muramasa' sword in the other.

A few wisps of foul-smelling black blood were flung onto the nearby tree, emitting hissing blue smoke. The blade instantly became as smooth and bright as ever, as if it had been washed clean.

Before him, a raging fire emanated a pungent, burning smell of protein.

You can vaguely make out several dark, strangely shaped figures inside.

"I'll come to your house in 45 minutes."

With a few deep breaths, the gold in Chu Zihang's eyes slowly dimmed.

If Lu Mingfei were nearby, he might have seen Chu Zihang's [Combat Power] rapidly decreasing from '229' to '130' in the intelligence panel.

"Ok."

The phone hangs up.

Overjoyed, Lu Mingfei quickly left the school and rushed back to his uncle and aunt's house in the old neighborhood.

I also bought a snakeskin bag along the way.

Do one last check to see if anything is missing.

"I'll still need to borrow some money from my senior brother later, otherwise, if I stay at the Peacock Mansion, I'm afraid I'll have trouble even eating. Prices around the rich neighborhood must be quite high. I'll have to treat Old Tang to a meal when he comes tomorrow."

The snakeskin bag still contained the twelve-hole cotton quilt and pillow that had been with me for many years, along with a small washbasin. Although my senior brother would arrange for someone to buy new ones, to be honest, new ones might not be as comfortable to use...

Lu Mingfei's thoughts wandered aimlessly until the 45th minute arrived.

Downstairs, the deep, resonant sound of an engine rang out precisely on time.

Chu Zihang has an extremely strong sense of time; if he says 45 minutes, he will never be late, not even a minute late.

Unlike her uncle's small-displacement BMW, the Panamera Porsche's 4.8-liter V8 engine roared loudly, immediately attracting the attention of many residents.

Lu Mingfei carried a schoolbag in one hand and a snakeskin bag in the other as he went downstairs. The afternoon sun cast a long shadow behind him, and this time his back was straight, not hunched.

It was as if we were bidding a solemn and grand farewell to the world of the past.

Under the watchful eyes of the neighborhood, he climbed into the expensive Porsche.

"Fasten your seatbelts," Chu Zihang reminded him.

"okay."

Lu Mingfei quickly fastened his seatbelt.

The car started slowly, and he suddenly noticed a black, elongated tennis bag on the passenger seat.

This is……

Lu Mingfei blinked.

I'm sure I'm not mistaken; an exclamation mark popped out from the gap at the end of the zipper.

Is there a person inside?

(End of this chapter)