Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 172 Reconciliation

Before leaving, Chu Zihang left two hundred yuan on the table for Lu Mingfei to pay the bill.

But actually he only ate a pizza that cost fifty dollars.

But Chu Zihang is cool.

Therefore, this matter does not seem that important.

He arrived at just the right time; Lu Mingfei was already planning to leave, since he had already completed his mission.

Especially now that Chu Zihang is here, if Zhao Menghua really continues to confess to Liu Miaomiao, then he's got some skills.

Lu Mingfei could only say that he had the utmost respect for you; you are truly skilled at—patience! Endurance!

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei arrived at the roadside. Lu Mingfei had just been drinking, so Chu Zihang drove.

The guys got into their van and said they'd meet at the mission location.

Just then, Chen Wenwen came running over.

The sunlight fell perfectly on her.

It was a slanted afternoon light, filtering through the leaves of the roadside trees and falling on her shoulders, the ends of her hair, and the folds of her white dress.

White appears very clean in the light.

It was so clean that one hesitated to open one's mouth and disturb it.

She doesn't run fast.

Take small steps.

The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, then fell back down, as if she was constantly restraining herself from losing her composure.

Her breathing was a little erratic when she stopped by the car.

But she still tucked her hair behind her ears.

Just like in high school.

Like when all the stories haven't even begun.

Lu Mingfei leaned against the car door. He had just drunk some alcohol, so his mind was actually quite clear, but his mouth was a little lazier than usual.

Chen Wenwen looked at Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei looked at her, his face full of unspoken meaning.

At that moment, Chen Wenwen raised her head, a glimmer of light in her eyes.

However, it wasn't the kind of bright, exciting light.

It's more like finally mustering up the courage to say something.

Lu Mingfei only then noticed that her eyes were a little red, somewhat like the way he had looked after he had found a corner to cry indignantly because Princess Qinghe had gone mad.

She spoke, her voice not loud, but clear enough for Lu Mingfei to hear her clearly.

"Thank you, Lu Mingfei."

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after saying that.

But it's not completely loose.

She stood there, her fingers still clutching the hem of her skirt, her knuckles slightly white.

The sunlight fell on that little bit of white light, making her nervousness even more obvious.

Lu Mingfei still had a meaningful look on his face, but given the atmosphere, he simply waved his hand.

"You're welcome."

He turned and got into the car.

The car started moving, and the wind it brought made Chen Wenwen's skirt sway, as if she were saying goodbye.

Lu Mingfei watched as the guardrails along the roadside formed a long line due to the speed of the car. When he realized this, he could see each guardrail clearly.

And then there was no going back.

Why did you like her back then?

Chu Zihang looked ahead, and then suddenly uttered this sentence.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a gossip?"

"no."

Chu Zihang answered calmly, and then spoke.

"So why did you like her in the first place? I don't believe that story about secretly pursuing someone else."

Lu Mingfei glanced at Chu Zihang, but unfortunately, the other party was wearing sunglasses and driving, so he couldn't initiate eye contact to avoid the conversation.

So he simply answered honestly.

"I forgot too. As for the atmosphere, she was actually quite nice. Back in middle school, my uncle and aunt put pressure on me at home, and nobody in my class paid any attention to me. It was rare to find someone who was gentle and didn't treat me like a maggot. That's probably why I liked her."

However, this was Lu Mingfei's retrospective analysis; he had truly forgotten why he liked Chen Wenwen.

However, what's remarkable is that he did indeed reconcile with the class.

Looking back now, the things he thought happened—that someone intentionally or unintentionally stepped on his foot, and the inexplicable events—were all figments of his imagination.

He loved watching EVA at the time, and he felt like he was Shinji.

Deep down, he longed to be hurt.

Because this is, to some extent, his comfort zone, which allows him to appear as a pitiful and sympathetic victim.

So he can huddle in a corner and complain about everything with a clear conscience.

But in fact, this is not the case at all. As a key high school, Shilan High School has a strict college entrance rate. Even if a student's score is close to that of a top university, it will be considered as being at the bottom of the class.

In this situation, who would have the time to intentionally or unintentionally step on his foot?

Looking back now, he was just deliberately acting like a clown, so everyone joked with him, but he couldn't accept it and thought someone had stepped on his foot.

You live like a maggot, so you imagine yourself living in a cesspool.

Unfortunately, he actually ended up in a cesspool.

Even if he hides in a corner, he'll still be dragged out and stabbed, unlike the usual jokes his classmates made at school.

To be honest, the only person who really messed with him was Zhao Menghua, who would occasionally mess with him as a side effect, and would even give him a large reward as a bonus.

That left him with no external distractions. If you really want to know who the source of his repressed life is... well, his uncle and aunt.

A pair of smiling tigers, two black sharks.

Lu Mingfei looked into the distance.

"Liking something is easy. You're the idol of all the high school girls, and you haven't done anything about it."

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"...I really didn't do anything, and being liked by you is really bothering me."

Chu Zihang seemed to be explaining, but Lu Mingfei just smiled.

"Haha, senior brother, what you said is very Versailles-like."

"So why did you stop liking her later?"

Chu Zihang's language remains as straightforward as a ballistic trajectory, and his language system remains as powerful as a lion's.

He was curious about Lu Mingfei's views on love, which allowed him to compare himself to that man. He often couldn't figure out what that man was thinking, and he would be moved whenever he saw anything related to fathers and sons.

"There's no particular reason, I just found her to be a bit silly."

Chu Zihang thought of his mother, who was a silly beauty, but he always felt that she didn't match Chen Wenwen.

"Well, how should I put it? You can think of it this way: she imagines herself as a literary girl and acts in the way of a literary girl, so she reads books and invites others to join the literature club."

"But she aspires to be a literary girl, which is different from her being that kind of person, so she can't handle some things well."

"For example, relationship problems, emotional problems."

"It's like she is indeed kind, but her kindness is limited to getting you into the literature club; she imagines the world works this way."

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Lu Mingfei squinted, his tone as if he were talking about something very distant.

"You looked so down, so she tried to get you into the literature club, like a villain in an anime being redeemed by friendship. Little did she know that it would have been better to just leave you alone."

"Because people live in the real world, living in their own world will be shattered by something very terrible."