Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

Chen Wenwen stared blankly at the two cold coins, then bit her lip tightly after realizing what had happened.

"I have something urgent to do. Find a phone booth and take care of it yourself. Two coins should be more than enough. If that doesn't work, I'll ask Xu Miaomiao and the others on QQ if they've seen Zhao Menghua when I'm done. Don't be so polite with me. You used to take good care of me." Lu Mingfei said somewhat vaguely.

Whether someone takes care of another is hard to define. Given how often he used to run errands, it's difficult to say who took care of whom.

At this moment, he really had no intention of arguing; there was no point in arguing now. His attention was focused on his chat with Fen.

He's really not good at lying or fooling people; anyone can see through his perfunctory attitude.

Chen Wenwen shook her head: "No, that's not what I meant."

"Oh... but I don't have an IC card or a 201 card. The internet cafe receptionist can definitely call the police. Anyway, good luck! After you get her out, you can tell everyone in the class group to put their minds at ease." Lu Mingfei replied casually.

"That's not what I meant. I don't want an IC card or a 201 card," Chen Wenwen explained repeatedly.

Lu Mingfei looked up blankly, not quite understanding.

"I don't have a municipal transit card either," he said embarrassedly.

"Not these," she denied again.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Chen Wenwen asked softly.

A beam of light pierced through the cracks in his thoughts, and Lu Mingfei suddenly paused, lowering his head, which resembled a dark brown bird's nest.

My heart seemed to soften, no longer so hard. A dejected and forlorn voice whispered in a strained tone, saying that we were all classmates, so why be so heartless?

That seems to make some sense.

He, Chen Wenwen, and even Zhao Menghua, whom he instinctively disliked, were all classmates with whom he shared youthful memories. This seemed a bit too distant; after all, everyone was more familiar with each other than strangers.

Everyone at Shilan Middle School looked at Chu Zihang with the thought, "A true man should be like this." However, Brother Chu was as distant as the most prominent cloud in the sky, and his life was cold-toned, so cold-toned that no one felt any desire to catch up with him.

Compared to him, Zhao Menghua, who seems somewhat "approachable," is the real enviable rich guy, making people grit their teeth and wish they could take his place.

To be honest, he didn't really like Zhao Menghua either, thinking he was a boring and scheming pretentious person, but he wouldn't hesitate to offer a few words of blessing in public.

"Well, please accept my condolences. You don't need to pay back my two dollars. We're classmates, no need for IOUs."

"If you need money, I have... fifty-two dollars... fifty cents here. I might have to take the subway soon and can't give you all of it. I'll go to the front desk and break the fifty dollars in half and give you twenty."

His scratching motions quickened involuntarily. Lu Mingfei hesitated, then pushed the half-empty bottle of nutritional drink next to him on the table. He poured it into a cup and drank without touching it with his mouth, indicating that he would reluctantly give it up if Chen Wenwen didn't mind.

Actually, he probably originally intended to generously hand over the remaining fifty-odd silver dollars he had, and then kindly say that Brother Zhao Menghua was a lucky man and would surely have boundless blessings, long life, and die peacefully at the age of one hundred, with a smile on his face. He thought things would develop in a positive direction, so President Chen didn't need to worry or be sad. But the words he was about to say changed inexplicably in order to save time.

He blurted out some rubbish.

Perhaps it wasn't just to save time; perhaps he was simply a fool who wouldn't offer a blessing against his will.

He's a... somewhat selfish idiot, like a melon farmer in the field, squatting by the ditch carefully measuring the boundaries of the melon patch, only thinking about his own harvest.

His kindness towards those who are no longer important to him and whom he has become a stranger is only a tiny bit, and once it is exhausted, there is nothing left.

He was once immersed in the world of the dungeon, subconsciously thinking about clearing the dungeon, rescuing Chu Zihang and the others, and proving himself in the dungeon world. Sometimes he inevitably acted with a stubborn mindset.

He didn't want to make any rash changes, nor did he want to be so benevolent. He was the kind of person who couldn't even understand Amitabha Buddha's name when faced with trouble. Once he found his comfort zone, he learned to roll over and pat his belly like an Arctic seal.

This place is more like a reflection of the real world than a game, so real it feels like the future or a parallel universe, where everyone has their own way of living and everyone has their own things to do.

Of course he has that too.

Chen Wenwen wanted to say something more, but seeing that Lu Mingfei had exhausted his last bit of goodwill and turned his head away with an attitude of "I'm going to get serious about my business, you can do whatever you want," she pursed her lips.

She rarely saw Lu Mingfei so serious. It was as if the person in her memory was still sitting at the back table bathed in morning light. His figure overlapped under the filter, yet he was completely different from the person in her memory in some other place.

So she got up to leave the internet cafe, turning back every two steps.

In her eyes, this moment was like a silhouette, neither particularly poetic nor grand. The others sitting in the internet cafe were merely supporting characters. The rainbow after the fragmented sorrow would be carried into the wind bridge of the night, and the curtain would not fall so quickly.

But the other loser character in the silhouette didn't turn back as she expected.

Lu Mingfei and Fen Gou, who had reconnected online, were chatting away, oblivious to the world around them. The two, like kindred spirits meeting in a secluded valley, had finally figured out the subway route to the Dragon's Lair, and naturally, they didn't notice Chen Wenwen's surging gaze.

In the end, Chen Wenwen didn't go too far. She lowered her head gently at the entrance of the internet cafe, her messy, soft black hair drooping over her shoulders.

Young people who came to the internet cafe occasionally glanced at her, wondering why a girl would be blocking the entrance at this time, guessing that she was probably there to catch someone cheating.

Fen sent three deep red "urgent" messages: "Comrade Xiaolu, the organization is calling you. Now that the route and information are OK, if you want to go to the battlefield, you should set off. Keep an eye on the new messages while you run. Our missing Chu Xianfeng needs someone to rescue him."

When Lu Mingfei pressed the power button, he scanned the content that Fengou sent afterward.

Chu Zihang has gone missing? The last signal was at the entrance of Wangfujing subway station? Is the situation urgent?

What else is there to say?

There's really nothing more to say; it's time to go to the battlefield.

He turned off the computer and hurriedly stood up.

He has important things to do, and having something to do allows him to get rid of all his anxieties and focus on his goals.

Excuse me, excuse me.

As Lu Mingfei left the internet cafe, he quickly turned slightly to the side, brushing past Chen Wenwen who had stopped.

A strong wind swept by, making Chen Wenwen's hair even more disheveled. She stared blankly at the figure running into the night rain without an umbrella.

In the street view camera footage, Lu Mingfei is running at top speed, weaving through the neon lights of the traffic.

"Hey girl, can you stop groping me while you're eating potato chips?"

In a dimly lit room resembling a hotel, a ninja-like woman wearing headphones, listening to and watching the street cameras, turned to stare at the potato chip girl next to her, kicking each other with her long legs.

"The little white rabbit came out by itself..."

"Holy crap..."

Taking this opportunity, Chip Girl stuffed two potato chips into the mouth of the curvaceous ninja girl.