Lu Mingfei: What? They're all real!

Lu Mingfei: What? They're all real!

Author: Crimson Arrow

Summary:

This book is also known as "Where Did My Red-Haired Wife Go?", "Chen Motong: Oh No! I've Become a Substitute!", and "Lu Mingfei Gradually Understands Everything".

[Multiple female leads] [No rebirth, no premonition]

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One day, Lu Mingfei bumped his head and gained some new memories.

He recalled that he seemed to have sat on a divine throne, as if he were the supreme being, with a red-haired wife who could not speak beside him.

He also recalled that he seemed to have been locked up in a mental hospital, where he lived with a girl named Renata and they escaped together.

There was another red-haired girl who looked like the wife, but her tragic fate was pitiful.

And that's not all; he remembered so many other things...

Lu Mingfei was overwhelmed with emotion by his magnificent memories, but little did he know that he would slowly discover that... those bizarre memories were all real, and that they were all actually real!

……

Chen Motong huddled in the corner, hugging her knees. She couldn't understand, and couldn't believe. She didn't understand how she, who had met him first, could end up as a "latecomer's" shadow.

Chapter 1 I Have a Red-Haired Wife

"...Did I just mention that? If I didn't, I'll go over it again, it's important—"

"I also have a beautiful red-haired wife, and I'm sure that's my wife!"

"It's a bit of a pity, though, because of certain reasons, she can't speak..."

Lu Mingfei talked on and on, gesturing wildly and beaming with joy. When he talked about the words "wife" and "older sister," he was extremely happy, and his mouth started to smack, stretching all the way to his ears.

It's rare to see him, who usually keeps his head down and avoids anyone's gaze, so talkative and happy.

"So... you mean you now feel like you are Odin, the chief god in Norse mythology?"

Sitting directly opposite, less than half a table away, was Su Xiaoqiang, the class's star student. Her brows were furrowed, and she looked heavy-hearted.

In the past, the proud young lady Su Xiaoqiang would never have sat at the same table as Lu Mingfei, face to face. She absolutely hated this despicable guy who had shattered her pride of more than ten years with his words on the very first day of school.

The grudge from yesterday is like a thorn in my side!

But today was different—she accidentally pushed Lu Mingfei in the corridor, and his head happened to hit the sharp edge of the windowsill. Although there was no blood, he passed out. After waking up, he started talking nonsense again, as if he had gone mad.

When Su Xiaoqiang caught sight of Lu Mingfei sitting there blankly, chin resting on the table, muttering to himself as if he were in a daze, her heart skipped a beat, and even her breath caught in her throat. In that instant, she felt the colors of her future turn gray, and she couldn't help but panic, feeling a sense of fear...

Although simply settling the matter wouldn't be difficult, she worried about what would happen if she were burdened with a moral debt and forced to take on the responsibility of "atoneing for her sins by taking care of Lu Mingfei for the rest of her life." He was so stupid, so foolish, and now he was even more idiotic—

You'll have to worry a lot, and life will definitely be very stressful...

In order to avoid being charged with "negligent injury" at such a young age, she decided to act as a psychologist and offer him some guidance.

But who could have imagined that, after a while, her mental state would collapse first—Lu Mingfei had completely gone mad, talking nonsense and refusing to let anyone interrupt his story. He talked on and on about being a king who wielded power and strength, and about his own modified version of Norse mythology... He must have gone mad.

The clouds in the sky were dark and heavy, pressing down on everything, as if a cataclysmic flood was about to hit. The classroom was stuffy too; the fluorescent lights and the dim weather made the colors even darker. Amidst the students' chaotic chatter, Su Xiaoqiang felt that her life might have come to an end.

The only one who could be considered lively was Lu Mingfei, that fool.

Of course, it might also be because he happened to be sitting under a light bulb, bathed in light, and not far from the window, making it a bit brighter than other places... making him look like a god descended to earth...

“To be honest, Odin might not be quite right… Although I don’t know why I have this thought, I always feel that I should be more dignified, like an emperor, or like… a supreme being or something, hehe…” Lu Mingfei was out of place with the dim atmosphere around him. He still grinned and smiled embarrassedly. “But what you said is generally right. That’s about it. Calling him Odin is not bad, after all, he is the king of gods.”

"Not bad? Not bad in what way?!"

Su Xiaoqiang gasped softly, drawing the attention of the other students in the class, even though they had already given her enough sidelong glances today...

No one could figure out why Su Xiaoqiang, who used to seem to have a blood feud with Lu Mingfei and verbally abused him every day, would suddenly sit so close to him, as if they were whispering to each other, and she even seemed to be in a subordinate position, with a gentle expression and a patient attitude. Everyone found it strange.

This is just like a passerby living in the capital of Zhao during the Warring States period. Yesterday, he saw Lian Po, who had said he would "make trouble for Lin Xiangru for the rest of his life," and today he saw him kneeling at the door of Lin Xiangru's house, shirtless and carrying thorns.

Could it be that Su Xiaoqiang was threatened by Lu Mingfei with some kind of leverage, and then coerced into thinking something like, "Miss Su, you don't want others to know about this, do you?"

Whispers reached Su Xiaoqiang's ears. She belatedly realized that she was too close to Lu Mingfei. Then, as if she had been electrocuted, she jerked back, waving her hands to dispel her embarrassment and lingering panic.

“You should see a psychologist. You’ve gone crazy.” She kept a straight face, trying to make her tone sound firm so as not to reveal her inner panic. “I’ll pay for it. Consider it my apology.”

"Apologize? Why should I apologize?" Lu Mingfei was confused. "I feel fine, there's nothing wrong with me. Are you talking about the time you bumped into me? Don't worry about it, I'm fine."

"No problem?" Su Xiaoqiang could hardly suppress her anxiety. She couldn't explain why she was in such a hurry. Perhaps it was a sudden impulse, or perhaps she was overwhelmed with guilt.

Considering the impact, the girl tried to control her voice, gritting her teeth as she retorted, "No problem, yet you've been spouting nonsense for so long! Do you really think you're a god, Odin? Or do you think you should be more majestic, the supreme ruler, the emperor? Do you know that the last person who wanted to be emperor in the Republic was Caesar, and he was stabbed to death with over a hundred stab wounds? The next one was Yuan Shikai, and he died too! Do you want to die too?"

The boy couldn't help but feel a little wronged. These weren't the words he wanted to say to her. She had clearly been the one pulling on his shoulder, pleading with him to say more, and almost kneeling down to beg him, which was why he had reluctantly sat at the table.

Lu Mingfei admitted that he was indeed a silly dog ​​who liked to fantasize.

He fantasized about being picked up by a group of men in black while his classmate, a beautiful piano student, was performing on stage. He imagined himself being carried out on a crucial secret mission, leaving amidst admiring and envious glances. He also fantasized about one day being a superhero in a moment of crisis, grabbing his collar and flashing an "S" sign as he emerged from the crowd, receiving flowers and praise, as well as the admiring gaze and heart of a beautiful woman…

But now it's different. He knows he's not fantasizing. He can recognize that it's his own memory, clear and real, as if it actually happened before his eyes. Based on those highly recognizable names and images, he roughly feels that he may have traveled to the world of Norse mythology and then returned.

Although he seems to have left nothing behind except strange knowledge; although besides those ancient memories, he also has a strange, out-of-place memory of being in a snowy landscape and a mental hospital-like facility, he still believes that his memories are not false.

However, these memories are neither coherent nor complete. Everything he can remember is crystal clear, but some parts are like gaps cut by a knife. He knows they are broken, but he has no recollection of them at all. They are completely fragmented memories.

But right now, none of that matters—

"Emperors are all so-so. I think the red-haired wife I mentioned at the end is more important in comparison," Lu Mingfei replied timidly. "She's really a very nice person, very gentle and quiet, and also very beautiful."

"what!"

Su Xiaoqiang finally couldn't take it anymore. She closed her eyes and screamed, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

With its small body, large screen, and no keyboard, Lu Mingfei recognized it as a new gadget called "iPhone." He had previously argued endlessly with others on forums that this kind of smartphone was destined to be the mainstream of the future, only to be ridiculed as a daydreamer. Enraged, Lu Mingfei engaged in a heated debate with the forum's experts all night long, eventually becoming the administrator's lackey for the entire night. Only then did he gain the necessary permissions to forcibly ban his opponent, achieving a resounding victory. From then on, no one dared to say anything bad about Apple phones on the forum.

It's a bit of a shame, though, that this is the first time he's ever seen an Apple phone in person.

The girl frowned, muttering like a mother driven to the brink of madness by her child. She said she wanted to prove Lu Mingfei was completely delusional, that his so-called red-haired wife was just a product of his dreams! She was going to find out on the spot and show this guy that even in mythology, there was no such thing as a "silent red-haired wife"—

Su Xiaoqiang's fingers moved quickly. Lu Mingfei didn't understand what she wanted to do, but he was craning his neck to get a close look at the appearance of the iPhone. Tonight, he was determined to use his eyes to see it and, in a first-person perspective, start another war. This time, he would use a fake account to pretend to be a "rich kid with an iPhone" and leave those stubborn old fogies speechless!

But the phone quickly disappeared from his sight, slammed heavily onto the table by the girl.

Lu Mingfei quickly pulled his head back, afraid that his behavior would be mistaken for "peeping". When they first met, he had already touched the sore spot of the proud little fairy once, and he couldn't touch it again.

Touching and manipulating a dragon, even going so far as to turn all its scales into reverse scales, cannot be explained as an accidental touch; that would be blatant lewdness and dragon-like indecent behavior.

He prayed that the evil dragon Su Xiaoqiang wouldn't bare its teeth and begin to breathe fire.

But things didn't turn out as he expected. When he looked up, he didn't see the angry and indignant face he had anticipated. Instead, he found the girl looking slightly... bewildered.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, blinking and muttering to herself, as if she doubted that it was actually her own mind that was acting strangely.

"How could such a person really exist..." she murmured in disbelief.

Chapter 2 Another Red-Haired Girl

Lu Mingfei peeked out and saw that Su Xiaoqiang's phone was displaying something like an encyclopedia, and it was probably Wikipedia.

The proud and arrogant young girl once publicly criticized Baidu Baike, a newly emerging platform in China, in class, saying that anyone could easily modify it, so it was unreliable. She said she trusted Wikipedia more, and it had to be a pure English page, so that the content would be more accurate.

Lu Mingfei unceremoniously agreed with this, because he was the "anyone" that Su Xiaoqiang mentioned who could "change things at will." Countless encyclopedia pages had been maliciously altered by him, and only on the English version of Wikipedia did he suffer a rare Waterloo... So now, he also felt that the information in Su Xiaoqiang's hands was probably indeed reliable.

Confirming that the girl didn't react to his actions, Lu Mingfei lowered himself further, getting extremely close so he could see more clearly. He was curious about what she had seen—

"Ugh……"

Su Xiaoqiang regained her composure, sighed, and resumed her sitting posture. Lu Mingfei was quite startled and quickly shrank back to his original position, pretending that nothing had happened.

“I never expected you to be so knowledgeable about Norse mythology. Queen Frigga is indeed a red-haired woman. Although not every version is like that, there are indeed red-haired versions that have been drawn.” She glanced at the oil paintings that came up in the search results, and then went back to repeat the information she had seen in the encyclopedia, “And for some reason, she remained silent for a long time and could not speak, just like you said.”

Feeling guilty, Lu Mingfei became talkative again, adding the truth to the girl in front of him, "That's right, that's it. It's because her language brings disaster, so she can't speak easily. But I want to emphasize one point: she's not exactly mute..."

Su Xiaoqiang listlessly lowered her head, swiped her finger across the screen twice, and moved her eyes up and down. Then she sighed again, reluctantly admitting that what Lu Mingfei said was true.

To avoid hurting anyone with her words, Queen Frigga almost never speaks... This is clearly stated in the encyclopedia; she is not mute, she just doesn't talk...

But the girl's feelings are becoming increasingly complicated... It confirms Lu Mingfei's fantasy, at least proving that he wasn't just making up stories. But now new problems are arising one after another—he has completely immersed himself in the Norse mythology setting and has begun to enjoy his life as the "King of Gods".

Lu Mingfei interrupted Su Xiaoqiang's inner turmoil and then asked, "How about you help me verify the other information?"

It's true that he felt guilty and wanted to change the subject, and it's also true that he wanted Su Xiaoqiang to help him verify the authenticity of his memories.

Lu Mingfei actually had some knowledge of Norse mythology, and he was most familiar with the "Valkyrie" characters in anime. He had studied a lot of anime like "Shin Megami Tensei" or "Persona". However, most of the time he just dreamed and drooled over the thighs under the armor of these mature female characters. But thanks to this, he at least knew many names and highly recognizable physical features.

But now his mind is filled with countless bizarre and vivid memories, some of which match his understanding of Norse mythology, while others don't.

He needs to proofread carefully.

Moreover, he felt that these memories were now... influencing him, like an erosion from the depths of his soul.

"Look it up yourself. If you can't access Wikipedia, use Baidu." Su Xiaoqiang refused ruthlessly.

"Please, please, I don't have a phone." Lu Mingfei shamelessly pleaded with his hands clasped together, although based on his usual experience, the little fairy was unlikely to be swayed by his pleas...

But the girl straightened up again, sighed for a long time, and finally agreed to the request, which surprised Lu Mingfei. He hadn't really hoped for it. Everyone knew that the little fairy in front of him was proud and arrogant and never listened to anyone, let alone him, the guy who made her so resentful.

She doesn't really think I've lost my mind and am giving me end-of-life care, does she...?

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, but his mouth didn't slow down at all, and he quickly opened it to speak.

"Let's start with the keyword 'red hair.' Besides this one, there's another girl with red hair who looks incredibly similar. I feel like they look almost identical, but their personalities are completely different. This one talks so much she could drown you, and her personality is absolutely awful. Do people like that even exist?" He started rambling on again. "Could you use your invincible Wikipedia to help me look her up?"

Su Xiaoqiang was actually a little unhappy. She felt like she was Lu Mingfei's servant... but she couldn't refuse such a request. She felt that Lu Mingfei's mental state was really not good. What if she went against him and he suddenly fainted again due to a rush of blood to his head?

I need to at least let him get through today. If anything else happens then, I can just wash my hands of it...

"There really is!" She returned to her business, scrolling through her phone screen, and was immediately surprised by how accurate Lu Mingfei's words were once again. "Such people really exist! Lu Mingfei, are you making up a story to fool me?"

Lu Mingfei thought to himself, "I'm already being lenient by not avoiding you, how could I possibly play tricks on you... Besides, you're the one who asked me to tell you what's on my mind right now, and you won't let me leave until I say something, okay?"

If I tell you, you'll just get upset...

"Also, she seems to have a lot of suitors, like everyone likes her." He shook his head and continued, "But I think she's quite pitiful. She's a child who lacks love. Actually, having a lot of suitors doesn't seem like a good thing."

Su Xiaoqiang glanced at him and thought to herself, "I don't think there's anyone in this world more starved for love than you, Lu Mingfei. Now you're even talking nonsense to make up a wife for yourself. If you had a suitor, you'd probably be strutting around like crazy."

But despite her thoughts, she still had to honestly complete the task.

"This is Freya, the goddess of beauty. She's probably similar to what you described. She's often confused with Frigga, the queen of the gods. In some descriptions, they're practically the same person, and she certainly had many suitors. In some versions, she's even Odin's wife." The girl paused, then suddenly let out a mischievous laugh. "So? Is she your wife too? After all, in some descriptions, she is 'your' wife, you know~"

But Lu Mingfei didn't panic as she expected, nor did he continue to show his lewd smile. He suddenly became quiet, his eyebrows slowly furrowing and creating several furrows between his brows. The way he frowned was different from others; his brows were higher, and the ends of his brows almost pressed down to his eyes, making him look like a poor, homeless puppy.

“No, that’s not it,” he said softly. “She’s a bride who’s been arranged.”

Seeing his pathetic state, Su Xiaoqiang felt anxious. She thought to herself, "You're upset now, as if someone is trying to steal your bride. But you think you're a god-king. If you like someone, why don't you just go and snatch them away?"

This is driving me crazy!

“It’s not just about being a bride. She was a bride prepared for someone else, born that way, but it has nothing to do with love; it’s all about the throne.” Lu Mingfei began to speak. “She was a preordained being, born only to become a sacrifice, to allow the person in the plan to ascend the throne. That was her fate; she didn’t even have the right to choose for herself. I just… feel sorry for her…”

"Whose throne?"

“Of course it’s… mine.” Lu Mingfei paused, immersed in the sorrowful atmosphere, as he recounted these events, which made him slowly begin to regard himself as a god.

He felt as if he had changed at this moment, recounting the memories in his mind, and he felt that more than one voice was echoing within him. More than one soul was whispering in his mind, yet this brought him a sense of peace, as if the missing parts had reconnected, as if two separate parts of his brain had been glued back together.

Even his subjectivity became weak, as if someone was trying to tear his skin open and crawl out of his body, but strangely, he still felt that he was clear-headed, and the words he spoke were his most genuine thoughts.

He didn't know why he said those words, but the process of speaking was natural and smooth. He didn't need to think; he just needed to follow his feelings.

"But why is that?" Su Xiaoqiang asked.

“Isn’t it obvious? If we can’t reach the Supreme One no matter what, then we can only try other approaches, such as…” Lu Mingfei’s tone grew lower and slower, “such as creating an almost identical entity, imitating the girl beside the Supreme One, and using her as that key, or rather, a sacrifice, to allow someone to ascend the throne…”

“I couldn’t find any of this information, but you’re right.” Su Xiaoqiang had no empathy whatsoever, or rather, she didn’t believe that this was a real thing.

Compared to "Lu Mingfei brought himself into the world of the God King because of mental instability", "he fabricated many fantasies because he was too lacking in love" is at least an acceptable result for her.

She said sarcastically, "You have a good sense of language when you tell stories. Maybe you could work on your language skills and try to make a name for yourself in the literary world, instead of using your talent to make up stories for me."

“I believe my younger brother has a better chance. My aunt has high hopes for him. Every time, I have to run across two streets to bring him the latest issue of ‘Novel Illustration’.” Lu Mingfei responded to the doubts with a smile, and as he looked up and down, his posture became inexplicably straighter.

Su Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that something about him had changed since the beginning, but then again, it seemed like nothing had.

Those endless sorrows seemed to have changed him.

He blinked, then suddenly took the initiative and continued, "Speaking of my brother, did I just mention my brother? This is an important part, and I have to say it, or I'll suffocate from holding it in."

“Loki, I know, it’s Loki.” The girl shrugged dismissively, relaxing her tense posture.