In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Damn it, Su Enxi, you make it sound so easy. You try it if you were in my shoes.

Mai Shude's gaze swept subtly over the woman called "Jing Shu". She was certain that the wings behind her back at that time were definitely not an illusion.

She is clearly a dragon! A living, breathing dragon!

Third-generation dragons are beyond human capability to defeat; they require an entire army's combat system, including fighter jets, tanks, and missiles.

But Mai Shude was certain that this bewitching woman in the white gauze dress was practically a reincarnation of Su Daji, and her bloodline level was definitely above the third generation!

Even in the era when the boss mentioned "all dragons striding proudly across the land," she was a being below the Five Dragons and above all others, a princess of the next generation!

But in front of this new boss, this prince, who should have been dignified and proud, was like the little fox he had kept—

This can't even be called a metaphor, because she really did rub her head against Lu Mingfei's fingers that were scratching her chin, just like a fox, and even stuck out her tongue to lick Lu Mingfei's wrist...

Mai Shude thought she must be crazy, otherwise how could she have seen such a scene?

"Could this new boss really have a similar 'fetish'? Treating people like animals or something..." Mai Shude suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

It's no wonder she overthinks things; the way Lu Mingfei interacts with this second-generation prince under his command is... quite romantic.

After racking his brains, Jiu Demayi finally found the most fitting description in Chinese.

They weren't exactly inseparable, because only Jing Shu—the next-generation prince—clearly displayed a kind of complete relaxation and intimacy, while Lu Mingfei himself remained seated on the bed, gazing into the distance.

But to say that the two of them each had ulterior motives... that's even less likely. Putting aside everything else, a certain desire was practically overflowing from Jing Shu's eyes.

Even Jiu Demai dared to say that as long as the new boss Lu Mingfei nodded, this woman, who was supposed to be proud and noble as a second-generation prince, would definitely climb into the boss's bed on her own, and would not ask for any title afterward, only asking that the boss would not abandon her...

Although she had received ninja training, this was the first time that Mai Shude had ever seen such a thoroughly feudal maid.

—No, not even a feudal maidservant. Even in feudal society, the next generation wouldn't become such a maidservant; they could rise to royalty or nobility through their own efforts, instead of being treated like this…

Suddenly, Jiu De Mai realized that Lu Mingfei was only thirteen years old.

His behavior was so mature that she subconsciously ignored his age and treated him as an adult.

This……

Oh well, let's just treat it as the child being immature.

Although this child has extremely high lineage, even a single harsh word, meant to intimidate, could almost make her lose control; she's mature enough to haggle with the boss...

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because the more she talked, the less she could hold back.

……

After resolving the threat from that devil, Lu Mingfei became completely complacent.

He spent almost the entire day in the hospital, playing games all day long, and didn't even get out of bed—

This was mainly because Jing Shu's care was so thoughtful that he couldn't even be described as being waited on hand and foot. Lu Mingfei even felt that Jing Shu could chew the food first and feed it to him by mouth.

This is completely different from the red-robed attendant. Even if the red-robed attendant was very accommodating to him, she was still strict with Lu Mingfei, which was completely different from Jing Shu's almost bottomless pampering.

That's why Lu Mingfei only relaxed for one day. Starting Tuesday, he transformed back into the energetic and positive top student he always was, studying academic subjects while also receiving artistic enrichment. He also put Jing Shu and Luiana into the Mirror of Eternity to prevent her care from turning him into a useless person.

He has already made a plan: next weekend, he will refine several decent basic hand cards, covering all five categories.

Plains, islands, mountains, forests, swamps.

Then, he will try to craft spell cards and item cards.

Spells and items are also an important part of the dueling system at St. Marian Academy.

These events, one by one, were recorded in the memo provided by the comprehensive network. Lu Mingfei, full of anticipation, fell into a deep sleep.

Then, in the first class of the next day, he was dealt a heavy blow:

After collecting the homework assigned in the previous lesson, Mr. Lindler did not proceed to the next lesson according to the textbook's schedule. Instead, he heavily drew ten symbols on the blackboard, turned around, and said:

"Starting today, we'll be teaching a special kind of 'mathematics':"

"The symbolic representation of numbers..."

So that time traveler from the Noble House really intended to promote this system of Arabic numerals?

Lu Mingfei remained calm, simply propping his head up with his hand and tilting his head to watch Teacher Lintel convert the complex numbers into simple symbols. Rong En, on the other hand, seemed quite angry, even reaching out to grab the corner of the table as if to flip it over—

Lu Mingfei gently pressed one hand on Rong En's thigh, not with much force, but he was able to keep Rong En firmly pressed on the stool.

"Alright, pay attention in class." Seeing that Professor Lintel's gaze had shifted from the corner, Lu Mingfei slowly withdrew his hand. "Even if you've heard it once, you still need to listen carefully to solidify your foundation."

"But, Lu, you saw it too—" Rong En's words were cut short by Lu Mingfei's eyes, which forced him to swallow the rest of his words.

Those were majestic eyes, noble, sacred, and almost inviolable. Even though Lu Mingfei was merely sitting in a classroom chair, at that moment, in his eyes, this place was more worthy of worship than the throne of any kingdom.

So, did he actually have a plan all along?

Thinking this, Rong En sat back down in his chair and relaxed. But he really didn't want to listen to Professor Lintler's endless "Tess numbers" on the podium, so he simply took a piece of paper and started drawing on it.

Lu Mingfei, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment.

"Asmon Tess... Is that the name of the 'Son of the Valkyrie'?"

He felt that the name seemed to have appeared in some mythology on Earth, but he didn't want to waste his time on such a trivial matter, so he simply put it aside for the time being.

"Now we'll see just how good this Valkyrie's son really is."

I believe that Prefect Percy of the Knights Academy, as a good official who is as clear-headed as water and as pure as a mirror (although prefect is not much of an official), will definitely "clear his name".

Lu Mingfei placed the sorting card under his hand, picked up a pen, and copied Professor Lintel's "lecture notes" word for word.