In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Of course, while he said he was going to take revenge, Lu Mingfei didn't actually intend to "rush up to Lintel and explain the situation."

Currently, thanks to the restraint of Lacey and Ron, he and the time traveler are still in a state of "enemy in the open, ally in the shadows." If he were to go directly to Professor Lintel, he would inevitably have to explain the whole story—

Putting everything else aside, his hostility toward the House of Nobles alone could very well provoke Professor Lindler's displeasure.

Having dealt with the "teacher" profession for several years, Lu Mingfei now understands one thing: for these teachers, some things are nothing without weighing them, but once weighed, they weigh a ton.

The conflict between the Knights' Academy and the House of Nobles has a long history, but bringing this matter to the forefront would mean that Professor Lintel would at least have to step in to resolve it.

This is increasing the workload for the young professor.

He's already cursed and can only teach light math classes, so there's no need to argue with him.

Of course, the bigger reason is that it was Lu Mingfei himself who expressed hostility, and he is more likely to come to Lu Mingfei's place rather than bring up the matter to manage the House of Nobles.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei decided to consult with others on how he should handle this matter:

"For example, our class monitor... By the way, what's the class monitor called?" Lu Mingfei had just started writing when he suddenly remembered this.

—You should know that his connection with the class monitor was only that she led the freshmen on a walk to the dormitory at the beginning of the semester, and that he was invited by her to participate in the after-class seminar last Friday.

Although Lu Mingfei spoke up to defuse the situation at the after-school seminar, the class monitor did not show any extra or special care for him, nor did he exchange contact information with him.

Lu Mingfei understood, after all, it was a small matter. If she were to try to establish a stable relationship with him because of this, Lu Mingfei would be more cautious.

—After all, the name "Hero" is too grand, so grand that even Lu Mingfei himself sometimes feels immense pressure, as if a single misstep could cause a political upheaval in the world…

Well, the world political arena is a bit too exaggerated. After all, he's just the son of a hero, not a real hero.

Especially now that the demon race has been wiped out and the demon king has been slain, and the world is thriving, as if a new era of eternal peace is about to begin, the name "hero" seems to be about to be swept into the dustbin of history, becoming something like "a pathetic madman who had to bear the fate of all living beings in the past"...

If Lu Mingfei were to obtain that holy sword and successfully awaken it, making it the sword of a hero, that would be a truly momentous event that would shake the world political arena.

"After all, with all the great enemies dead, where else could there be enemies to harm the world, so that heroes could save it?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, then shook his head violently.

Distracted thinking and random associations—this problem has existed since he first encountered the internet, but it has only gotten worse since then.

He clearly only wanted to ask the prefect how to deal with the enemies of the House of Nobles, but somehow his thoughts wandered to the big picture of the world.

Lu Mingfei gently rubbed the pen barrel with his fingers, understanding why it was behaving this way:

"The pressure..."

As we all know, whether it's StarCraft or reading novels, the essence is relaxation, and they all have one thing in common: mastering them both requires a great deal of time.

It's not just during leisure time; once you get used to the thought process of games and novels, you'll unconsciously start making deductions:

If this character takes this action, how will the other characters react? Will the strategy of "increasing troops and reducing cooking fires"—increasing troops to the east and exposing the hollow camp—work?

Especially when under pressure, people subconsciously retreat to a comfortable position. For those accustomed to deduction, they might subconsciously deduce game scenarios or create fictional plots in their minds.

"Is this time traveler really that much pressure on me? It even made me subconsciously want to avoid the fight?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but purse his lips.

He wasn't just worried about the transmigrator; he was even more afraid that this transmigrator might possess some extraordinary skills, or bring some valuable techniques, martial arts skills, or other such things.

What's there to be afraid of if someone is just a transmigrator? Even if Chu Zihang, who was ranked number one on their academy's online forum as the "most despicable person to be killed," transmigrated here, Lu Mingfei wouldn't be afraid at all.

Whether they can win or not is another matter, at least they are human, and if it really comes down to a fight to the death, he at least has a chance of winning; but what if that time traveler is carrying some kind of weird, monstrous thing...

"No, no, no, I promised myself I wouldn't overthink things, so why am I starting to let my mind wander again?" Lu Mingfei lowered his head, his pen tip landing on the college admission card.

There was no ink seepage, as if what he held in his hand was not a pen soaked in ink, but a wooden stick carved into the shape of a pen.

"Senior Johnny, do you have the prefect's contact information? I'd like to talk to her about something."

—Yes, you can connect to another person simply by writing on the Sorting Card.

Lu Mingfei had lived on Earth for thirteen years and had never seen anything so advanced.

Soon after, Johnny's message also appeared on the Sorting Card:

"She's with me. Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

"...Huh?" Lu Mingfei was slightly surprised, but then he realized what was happening:

The Johnny and Jessica sisters are redheads, Ron is a redhead, and the prefect is also a redhead...

So they are actually a family?

That's possible...

A moment later, Johnny ran downstairs and pulled Lu Mingfei into her room. Two people were already waiting there: Jessica and the prefect—

"Hello, my name is Percy." In private, the prefect didn't exude any of that 'intimidating' aura. She wore a relaxed smile, as if she were with family, and leaned back on the sofa, gesturing for Lu Mingfei to sit down. "Is there something you need from me?"

"Hmm..." Lu Mingfei glanced at Rong En's twin sisters, then decided to spread the false information. "This matter might start from when I was in such a hurry to refine cards in the first week..."

Lu Mingfei racked his brains to make the scenes in the hero's dream sound as if they were told by a "local," and also mentioned the numbers.

There are also people in the House of Lords spreading this set of numerical symbols.

While Johnny and Jessica were still frowning and pondering what Lu Mingfei had just said, Percy quickly understood:

"You're worried about this set of hero numbers getting out?" She smiled with interest, reaching out to stroke Lu Mingfei's hair. "No, if that were the case, you wouldn't need to come to me..."

"Are you worried that the 'mastermind' behind the scenes in the House of Nobles will beat you to the title of 'developer of the new digital symbols'?"