In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

...Well, Lu Mingfei overestimated his language skills. He tried his best to explain, but Rong En still couldn't understand what he was saying.

However, it's also possible that Rong En already had his own interpretation—he clearly took Lu Mingfei's words to mean something else entirely:

"It's the Dream of the Heroes!" Ron stroked his chin, looking like a schoolboy who had just discovered the truth. "Those druids and green dragons made a pact to create the Emerald Dream, allowing the successors of the druids to grow up in the dream world..."

"This place, like the Emerald Dream, should be a place for growth left by your predecessors, the heroes, to their successors!"

"What you call 'world travel' is just entering a dream!"

"If you say so, then so be it," Lu Mingfei sighed.

Arguing with his new friend right now is obviously not a big deal—let him understand it that way, at least he won't get the idea of ​​"going to another world to see" and pester Lu Mingfei to take him there.

Lu Mingfei let Rong En go, but Rong En had no intention of letting Lu Mingfei go.

He kept his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulder, trying to get more information about the "Dream of the Brave" from Lu Mingfei.

As Lu Mingfei ate his meal, he pondered what to say to him—and also how to face his 'relatives' after he returned home…

He had a gut feeling that his uncle and aunt wouldn't let it go so easily, and if he caused any more trouble, they would humiliate him even more than they had today...

"What challenges did the senior hero give you in the Hero's Dream?" Seeing that he couldn't find out what kind of heroes were in the Hero's Dream, Rong En, unwilling to give up, chose to take a roundabout approach. "Tell me, the senior hero once said, 'One person's thoughts are always shallow, but two people's thoughts will go far.' If you can't overcome the challenges, I can give you some advice..."

Lu Mingfei turned his head—he never expected that Rong En, who seemed so uncouth, could utter such philosophical words. "Then...shall I tell you about it?"

Rong En's face instantly lit up with excitement, and he sat back in his chair, adopting an obedient listening posture. Lu Mingfei poured out his heart to him about what had happened the day before yesterday and today—even after coming into contact with the extraordinary, Lu Mingfei still felt a surge of anger in his heart, which burned brighter and brighter as he recounted his story.

"...So, do you have any suggestions?" Lu Mingfei turned to Rong En, waiting for his feedback.

"You haven't hit him enough." Rong En raised three fingers, his expression serious. "When someone offends you, you must punish them—that means you must hit them at least three times."

"The first time is called retaliation, the second time is called revenge, and only from the third time onwards is it called punishment."

"And the people you need to punish are not just the 'student' who insulted you—the teacher who stood by and did not distinguish right from wrong, and the family member who should have been by your side, are also the people you need to punish."

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei blinked, momentarily unable to react.

Ron clearly interpreted his hesitation as something else: "Don't be intimidated by their status—besides, they haven't done their jobs properly in the first place."

"Teachers should impart knowledge and guide students toward goodness, rather than blindly 'justifying things,' which could lead to good people being harmed; family members and elders should raise their children well, rather than turning the knife on their own families..."

"They forgot their duties and should be punished. You are simply exercising your rightful right—as a victim, you have the right to hold everyone accountable for everything you suffered..."

Lu Mingfei's gaze towards Rong En gradually became dazed—he suddenly felt that what Rong En said seemed to make a lot of sense.

At least he genuinely wanted to give that bastard two more punches.

"What if I can't beat them?"

Rong En patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder hard: "It's okay, you still have me—I'll teach you how to fight, I guarantee you'll leave that guy with an unforgettable impression."

The tableware was removed and dessert was served.

Ice cream, apple pie, syrup pie, chocolate muffin, jam donuts, liqueur jam pudding, strawberry pie...

Lu Mingfei was not used to this kind of Western-style banquet with lots of meat and sugar, so he didn't touch anything on the table, but poured himself a glass of lemon water from the kettle.

Ron seemed quite comfortable with it: he poured maple syrup over the layers of thin pancakes, then used a knife and fork to cut off a piece of the syrup-soaked pancake and put it in his mouth without hesitation—

Just watching, Lu Mingfei felt as if he might faint from high blood sugar at any moment.

"Lu, why aren't you eating?" Rong En asked, puzzled, seeing Lu Mingfei put down his cutlery. "Is it because these desserts aren't to your taste?"

"What would you like to eat? Let me see if there's anything on the other tables..."

"Oh, no." Lu Mingfei quickly stopped him—he really intended to stand up and see what delicious food was on the other college tables, "It's just that in my hometown, we don't have the habit of eating dessert after meals."

"And these desserts are a bit too sweet for me, I feel like I can't handle them..."

"There's bound to be some dessert after the banquet, even if you're already full. Eating dessert is a pleasure in itself." Rong En didn't stand up again, but just turned to look around. "I'll go get you a dessert that's not too sweet."

"Hey—no need for that…" Lu Mingfei's attempt to dissuade him was cut short when Rong En had already run off into the distance. He went straight through the table in the middle of the Fool's House, found the Academy side to begin negotiations, and finally returned carrying a plate of transparent pastries.

"Try this." Ron placed the plate on the table. "I heard it's some new way to eat it, using edible slime gel to lock in the syrup, so it's not too sweet but you can still taste the flavor of the syrup..."

Lu Mingfei looked at it with great curiosity. The plate of pastries was like solidified, transparent water. Even though Rong En carried it all the way, it didn't fall apart and still maintained its shape.

Lu Mingfei carefully picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. As soon as he bit into it, the juice inside filled his mouth, bringing a minty aroma that made Lu Mingfei's body tremble.

Upon seeing this, Rong En scooped up a spoonful of syrup from the table and poured it over the top of the pastry—unlike the pancakes he ate, the top layer of this pastry absorbed all the syrup, so much so that the lower layers of pastry didn't even change color.

"Try it again now—trust me, it's absolutely delicious." Rong En placed the piece of pastry soaked in syrup onto Lu Mingfei's plate, looking at him expectantly.