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After a brief silence, Zhao Menghua moved and slowly stood up.
He couldn't tolerate Lu Mingfei's arrogant attitude, nor could he tolerate that he had backed down just now.
He needs to regain his footing and let Lu Mingfei know who the real boss of this class is.
He simply cannot accept that a spineless sycophant or a pathetic coward suddenly climbs on top of him.
He turned around, placed his hands on the desk, and stared intently at Lu Mingfei:
"Lu Mingfei, who do you think you are? How dare you speak to everyone like that?"
He deliberately directed his criticism at the group, attempting to evoke empathy from others.
Lu Mingfei met Zhao Menghua's fiery gaze and immediately retorted:
"I am your father!"
Chapter 47 is good! Old Lu
"You..." Zhao Menghua was about to lash out, but the glint of gold in Lu Mingfei's eyes startled him so much that his words caught in his throat.
His expression changed several times before he finally turned around and sat down.
He was startled. For a moment, he had a premonition that if he dared to continue arguing...
He will die!
The fear of death gripped his heart, and driven by the instinct for survival, he yielded.
Su Xiaoqiang stared blankly at Lu Mingfei. The thing she and Liu Miaomiao had worried about yesterday had indeed happened, and it was a big one at that.
Lu Mingfei is too dazzling now.
Even Zhao Menghua, known as the "second Chu Zihang" of Shilan Middle School, could only hide his claws in front of him.
Surprisingly, she actually thought it was perfectly normal.
It's as if Lu Mingfei was always meant to be this way—sharp-edged and imposing.
Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily, and an indescribable emotion surged in her chest.
Chen Wenwen's gaze shifted back and forth between Lu Mingfei and Zhao Menghua, finally settling on Zhao Menghua, her slender fingers unconsciously gripping the pages of the book.
She couldn't understand how Lu Mingfei, who used to be so obsequious to her, had suddenly become so unfamiliar and dazzling.
Lu Mingfei's sharp gaze swept across the entire class as he slowly said:
“Listen up, all of you. The money and cards that Su Xiaoqiang gave me are all mine.”
“I left my things behind after I went to the Century Star Fitness Center yesterday. She just returned them to me. There was nothing like what you’re saying.”
"If I hear anyone spreading rumors, I'll tear their mouth open and throw them into a cesspool."
The classroom fell into a deathly silence.
Silence itself is the best answer.
Seeing this, Lu Mingfei put the money and two cards in his pocket and then sat down.
Liu Miaomiao quickly returned to her seat and carefully observed the atmosphere in the class.
The morning self-study session that followed was eerily quiet—no one whispered, no one laughed or joked, and even the sound of moving desks and chairs became cautious.
The classroom was shrouded in a subtle atmosphere, as if everyone was tacitly abiding by some unspoken rule.
Occasionally, someone would steal a glance in Lu Mingfei's direction, only to quickly look away.
The boy who once had a weak presence has now become the focus of everyone's attention, yet no one dares to truly look him in the eye.
Lu Mingfei had anticipated the strange atmosphere in the classroom.
He flipped through the pages of his Chinese textbook one by one, and surprisingly, his reading speed was astonishing.
It only takes a few seconds to read a page, and you can remember most of the content.
Although the effects weren't as miraculous as the memory potion was described, Lu Mingfei was still surprised.
The awakening of bloodline not only made the body stronger, but also seemed to make the mind much clearer.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liu Miaomiao's slender fingers holding a folded piece of paper, carefully pushing it toward the edge of his desk.
The action was so obvious that even his deskmate couldn't help but glance at him.
"This is..." Lu Mingfei took the note with a strange expression. Liu Miaomiao quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted, and the tips of her ears turned a faint pink.
Unfold the note; on it, neat handwriting read: "Are you alright?"
Lu Mingfei's lips unconsciously curled up, and he twirled the ballpoint pen in his hand twice before writing a reply on the note in a flamboyant style: "I'm fine!"
He crumpled the paper into a small ball, tossed it gently, and the paper ball landed precisely on Liu Miaomiao's desk.
Lu Mingfei's deskmate arrived a little late and missed the tense scene that had just unfolded.
But as soon as he stepped into the classroom, he keenly sensed the strange atmosphere in the air—everyone was silent, and even the sound of turning pages was deliberately kept to a minimum.
The eerie atmosphere made him instinctively choose to remain silent.
When he saw Liu Miaomiao secretly passing a note to Lu Mingfei, he was almost speechless with shock.
He blinked hard, wondering if he was hallucinating—that pretty girl who plays the piano actually took the initiative to pass a note to Lu Mingfei.
"This world is probably doomed..." he thought to himself, but dared not utter a sound.
He secretly glanced at Lu Mingfei's profile and suddenly felt that his deskmate of two years had become incredibly unfamiliar.
"Not bad, Lao Lu..." He nudged Lu Mingfei with his elbow, winking and giving him a knowing look.
Lu Mingfei simply smiled and offered no explanation.
Soon, the note was passed back.
In addition to the previous dialogue, there is an extra line of text below:
"Want to have lunch together later? It's on me."
Lu Mingfei's expression froze instantly—this looked like he was living off a woman!
He touched the banknotes Su Xiaoqiang had just returned to him in his pocket and suddenly felt that the money was burning hot in his hand.
Lu Mingfei quickly composed himself, wrote "Okay!" on the note, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it precisely back onto Liu Miaomiao's desk.
He looked up at the clock—the hands were about to point to eight.
Lu Mingfei suddenly stood up, immediately drawing a lot of attention from the class.
He ignored the curious or fearful stares and walked straight to the back door.
Pushing open the door, leaving, closing the door—the series of movements flowed smoothly.
The moment the door closed, Su Xiaoqiang and Liu Miaomiao stood up almost simultaneously.
Their eyes met briefly in mid-air before simultaneously looking away in perfect unison.
Without exchanging any words, they followed Lu Mingfei out of the classroom, one after the other.
The door slammed shut with a "bang," as if some kind of spell had been broken.
The classroom erupted in chaos instantly—
"what's the situation?!"
"Lu Mingfei is defying the heavens!"
"Su Xiaoqiang and Liu Miaomiao actually..."
The chatter rose and fell, and everyone forgot about the rules of morning self-study.
Zhao Menghua's clenched fist under his desk was bulging with veins.
Lu Mingfei's deskmate sat blankly in his seat.
He stared blankly at the suddenly noisy classroom, as if the deathly silence had never existed.
"So... it was Lu Mingfei who silenced the whole class?" This absurd thought lingered in his mind.
What shocked him even more was the strange synchronization between Liu Miaomiao and Su Xiaoqiang—the two class beauties would actually follow the same person in tacit agreement.
Whispers all around me kept pouring into my ears:
"Did you see the money Su Xiaoqiang gave to Lu Mingfei?"
"Liu Miaomiao actually passed a note to Lu Mingfei..."
"Zhao Menghua actually chickened out..."
My deskmate clutched his head in anguish, digging his fingers deep into his hair.
This world must be crazy—otherwise, how do you explain that Lu Mingfei, who had zero presence, suddenly became the focus of the whole class?
However, Lu Mingfei didn't care about those complicated details at all; he simply wanted to take care of his physical needs before class.
The cool tap water washed over his hands, and Lu Mingfei scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face.
Water droplets slid down his jawline, refracting tiny sparkles under the bathroom light.
He looked up at the mirror, and the boy in the mirror made him feel somewhat dazed—
In just three short days, Lu Mingfei, who used to be timid and subservient in front of Zhao Menghua, has now managed to silence him completely.
"This is probably what they mean by 'a scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days'," Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.
The smile had a hint of wickedness, which startled the student who was relieving himself nearby. He hurriedly zipped up his jacket and ran out.
Lu Mingfei's smile deepened as he watched the man flee in panic.
He shook the water droplets off his hands, turned around and walked out of the restroom, completely unaware of how intimidating his aura was at that moment.
At the corner of the corridor, Liu Miaomiao and Su Xiaoqiang's whispers reached Lu Mingfei's ears clearly.
"Su Xiaoqiang, do you like Lu Mingfei?" Liu Miaomiao's voice was very low, but it couldn't hide the probing in it.
"What, are you getting anxious?" Su Xiaoqiang crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I don't have any feelings for him yet."
"Liar!" Liu Miaomiao said like a detective, "You can tell from his eyes that he gave you away long ago."
"Oh?" Su Xiaoqiang's lips curled into a playful smile. "Then tell me, what do you think of him?"