In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Although he was taken aback by the red-robed monk's "370 million," after pondering it for an afternoon, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized:

It seems like these 300 million yuan are of little use.

Just like in the game "Prototype", after each level there is a summary, showing how many tanks were destroyed and how much damage was caused, and then giving you a number to tell you how many US dollars the damage caused by the character you control can be converted into...

"Thinking about it that way, forty million US dollars doesn't seem like much." Lu Mingfei tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "If we put it in a game, it might be... um, a US military base?"

With the analogy in mind, Lu Mingfei instantly felt relieved. In the game, the protagonist could destroy more than a dozen bases without being taken down by any sniper in one shot, which at least meant he didn't have to worry about FBI agents coming to open the door.

As the bell rang for the end of the last class, Lu Mingfei's spine, which had been strained all afternoon, bent over again. After getting used to one class a day at St. Mary's College, Lu Mingfei suddenly realized what kind of heavenly life he had experienced back then, when he returned to the 7 a.m. to 8 p.m. study life under the Chinese education system.

"Even with a full schedule, classes only run from 8 a.m. to 3:30 p.m., so who would be dissatisfied with this kind of schedule?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't figure it out, so he decided to lie down and continue pondering for a while. But just then, someone came to disturb his rest:

"Hey, Lu Mingfei." The students who witnessed Lu Mingfei punching the principal twice that morning surrounded him. "What's your relationship with this new principal? Why is she personally supervising your classes?"

Lu Mingfei buried his head in the crook of his elbow—she's my magical spirit, she'll definitely come to supervise my class, but I can't say that out loud…

After all, there's no such thing as "supernatural power" in the world right now. If he were to talk about "card making" or "summoning" directly, these students might think he's talking nonsense or just rambling, or even...

They would be like the signalmen in Prototype, beeping and beeping to guide a large, heavily armed army into the school to kill him on the spot.

After all, in Prototype, Alex was surrounded and killed by the US military in the same way. Seeing that he possessed power, the military even planted bombs in his former residence…

"Why?" Lu Mingfei's voice was somewhat muffled, as if weighed down by his clothes. "Because she is my... well, my personal butler."

"The principal is only a part-time position."

Yes, Lu Mingfei chose to "legitimize" her identity to some extent; being a private butler was an excuse he had prepared beforehand.

—Anyway, the red-robed attendant had done similar work before, and she didn't get paid, so it didn't matter what name she was called.

"A private butler?" The students around him looked at each other, beginning to think.

Unlike most people of this era, because Shilan Middle School is considered a "noble school" in a certain sense, the students here are actually quite familiar with the profession of butler.

Their fathers were mostly wealthy and well-known in society.

Basically, if you look up information in any organization like the "Enterprise Development Yearbook" or the "Young Entrepreneurs Association," you can find the contact information for most of them in the family contact book of Shilan High School.

Now that we are materially wealthy, we naturally begin to seek spiritual abundance. In this era, however, this "spiritual abundance" is, in a sense, synonymous with worshipping foreign things... no, with "Western lifestyle."

Therefore, many people like to hire a "housekeeper" or "personal secretary".

With their parents setting an example, these children naturally know about the existence of private butlers.

But in these children's understanding, this should be a profession, like a teacher, sanitation worker, or principal. Therefore, they began to misunderstand:

"She's your personal butler? Then how come she's also our principal?"

"Why can't she be a principal just because she's a personal butler?" Lu Mingfei retorted.

But the other students couldn't give a clear answer either, so after a while, the children, unwilling to admit their lack of knowledge, changed the subject:

"Why were you so good this afternoon? I remember you never played basketball before, how come you played so well today?"

A classmate nudged Lu Mingfei's upper arm with his elbow, "Were you hiding your talents before? Hmm? Because you looked down on us, that's why you didn't want to play with us?"

"How could this be..." Lu Mingfei pouted—

He couldn't say that going to another world improved his physical abilities, and that someone had given him physical contact training, which naturally made him better at basketball.

That's no different from directly saying the principal is his magical spirit; he'll just get carried away and dissected anyway.

"I just didn't want to fight before, but I want to fight today."

It seems we can't play basketball in every PE class anymore. Otherwise, with two PE classes a week, the rapid improvement in physical fitness will be impossible to hide. Lu Mingfei quickly made this judgment in his mind. He looked around and his eyes suddenly fell on the magic elf outside the classroom, who was still wearing red.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Someone's here to pick me up."

"Hey? You used to be..." A student started to say, but his eyes followed Lu Mingfei's direction and saw the principal. He immediately shut up.

Then they looked around at their classmates and continued whispering:

"By the way, does anyone know what's really going on with Lu Mingfei's family? Didn't they say his parents don't care about him anymore and he can just go out and do whatever he wants?"

"I don't know. I saw him at the internet cafe last Sunday. He was playing a new game on the computer."

"So what's the deal with this new principal? Were he hired by his parents to keep an eye on him?"

"Who knows?"

The students discussed it again and again, and finally settled on one conclusion:

"Lu Mingfei's parents truly love him. They let him play as he pleases, and even found him a playmate who is both the principal and his personal butler..."

"So what kind of family does he come from? Western aristocracy? I read a book before that said only the most elite noble families have private butlers who can have other professions..."

At this moment, Lu Mingfei was naturally unaware that his classmates had bestowed upon him the identity of a top-tier nobleman simply because he had left the class. He was currently sitting in the back seat of a red-robed monk's Rolls-Royce, enjoying the cool air conditioning.

"Would you like some ice cream?" The red-robed monk pressed a button in the front driver's seat, and a hidden door in the back opened.

Under the dazzling lights, white mist filled the air, but Lu Mingfei could immediately see rows of ice creams wrapped in some kind of transparent packaging.