Chapter 11: As Expected, Lu Mingfei Is a Good Man
Page 1/3
Shilan High School had two universally recognized school beauties: one was Qingmei, always seen alongside the campus heartthrob Chu Zihang, and the other was Su Xiaoqiang.
In terms of looks alone, Qingmei, Chu Zihang’s childhood friend, was slightly superior, but unfortunately, her figure was a drawback. She could not match the commanding and charming presence of the mixed-race beauty, Su Xiaoqiang.
Su Xiaoqiang’s family was the largest mine owner in the area, and her greatest worry in life was probably how to spend her money. She was truly a favored daughter of heaven, which earned her the nickname “Little Celestial Maiden” among her peers.
Yet, her very boldness was both her strength and her weakness.
The Little Celestial Maiden carried around tens of thousands in pocket money, spending lavishly everywhere. Watching her wield her father’s platinum credit card to pay for everything made people want to kneel and proclaim her queen. However, her overly sharp and conspicuous manner meant she was not as well-liked as Chen Wenwen.
On the other hand, Lu Mingfei was like a hamster—he had money in his card but was reluctant to spend it, even stingy when buying snacks.
Coincidentally, Su Xiaoqiang had some ill intentions toward a certain notorious figure at the top of the “To Be Punished” list and often invited him to share snacks in exchange for information.
Over time, they became friends.
As the saying goes, one is quick to forgive a person who feeds them, so every time Lu Mingfei finished Su Xiaoqiang’s snacks, he would patiently advise her.
He warned her not to keep dangling on a crooked tree that already had an owner, lest the axe of Wu Gang one day swung down on her.
Unfortunately, the girl heard these warnings many times but treated them like water off a duck’s back.
It wasn’t until Chu Zihang and his partner left to study abroad that she gave up and threw herself fully into her studies, accidentally earning a guaranteed spot at Fudan University.
Since then, she rarely came to school, reportedly staying by her father’s side to gain experience, preparing to inherit the vast family fortune.
“What do you mean you got guaranteed admission to Fudan? How come I didn’t know I was that amazing?”
The Little Celestial Maiden looked at the dazed Lu Mingfei, seriously suspecting he had stayed up all night gaming and was now a complete mess mentally.
She never took any competitions nor was she recognized as an outstanding student at the provincial level—there was no way she qualified for guaranteed admission.
Lu Mingfei: (눈_눈)
“No, girl... are you also going to downgrade your education level like Old Tang?”
“I’m thinking about studying abroad, actually I just recently—” Su Xiaoqiang ignored Lu Mingfei’s silence and continued talking, but quickly cut herself off:
“No, why am I even telling you this? You’re just a nobody, Lu Mingfei!”
The Little Celestial Maiden snorted disdainfully and turned toward the classrooms on the other side of the corridor, walking with grace.
Lu Mingfei watched that enchanting figure fade away and lagged behind half a step:
“Hey, don’t leave your words half-finished. You just said you recently... got an interview invitation from a foreign university?”
“What’s it to you?” Su Xiaoqiang didn’t want to engage. She and this guy had been enemies since the first day of high school and had never resolved their feud.
After all, she had been proud for fifteen years, always the most beautiful and eye-catching girl since childhood, only to be publicly humiliated by this oblivious Lu Mingfei on the very first day of high school:
Pointing to a pretentious artsy girl, he confidently told her that girl was the class beauty.
Page 2/3
“Are you blind? What nonsense are you talking about?!”
“I got one too.” Lu Mingfei followed her into the classroom. Most classmates hadn’t changed much—two eyes, two ears, one nose, and a mouth.
No one paid attention to him; all eyes followed the confident, radiant beauty ahead.
“Just you?” Su Xiaoqiang casually tossed her new LV handbag onto the desk and snorted disdainfully:
“What school would be blind enough to pick you?”
Lu Mingfei’s grades were dismal, always hovering around the passing line. Getting into a second-tier university was already tough; a top-tier university was out of the question.
There were rumors his aunt was trying to arrange for him to study abroad, but Su Xiaoqiang didn’t think he’d succeed.
Even if he got lucky and passed the TOEFL with Zhao Menghua, the English fanatic, it wasn’t guaranteed he’d miraculously receive an American university acceptance again.
“How do you know I didn’t? It’s that card—”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying, go back to your seat already.”
At the door, a sharply dressed boy in a crisp school uniform and meticulously combed hair entered. Su Xiaoqiang’s eyes lit up; she immediately pulled Lu Mingfei aside and pointed to his seat, telling him to stay put where it was cooler.
Following her gaze, Lu Mingfei recognized the newcomer as a familiar face—Zhao Menghua, once hailed as the most likely to become “Chu Zihang’s successor.”
His eyes wandered over the handsome boy and beautiful girl, filled with regret and a complicated mixture of pity and anger at their wasted potential.
It turned out Su Xiaoqiang hadn’t downgraded her education level—she’d downgraded her taste.
Girl, wake up; you deserve better!
Zhao Menghua was no good. Rabbits don’t eat their home grass, but this guy only targeted the pretty girls in their class.
He had already wooed two of the three class beauties; if Su Xiaoqiang hadn’t gone to Fudan, she likely wouldn’t have escaped his clutches.
“Ah, maybe my butterfly’s wings flapping caused too much noise.” Lu Mingfei rubbed his temples, feeling a bit sorry for Su Xiaoqiang.
He needed to find a chance to open her eyes; otherwise, if Zhao’s plan to gather all three beauties succeeded, he’d be grinding his teeth in frustration for nights.
Not that he had any feelings for Su Xiaoqiang—he wasn’t interested in girls who disliked games. He simply didn’t want to see a friend’s trust betrayed.
Following the Little Celestial Maiden’s indicated direction, he returned to his seat—the back row by the window, the king’s territory.
There was no grand aura of a returning king; Lu Mingfei quietly observed each classmate from his spot.
After all these years, he had forgotten most of his classmates, remembering only a few distinctive ones.
For example, the three class beauties from freshman year, Zhao the scumbag, and his two twin lackeys.
And a few internet-addicted gamers he played with.
He turned his head, trying to spot his old gaming buddies, planning to meet after school for some CrossFire matches.
This time he would go easy—no sniper rifles, just pistols, aiming more for the torso than the head!
But everyone nearby was buried in homework, ignoring him completely.
Someone noticed his gaze and glared:
“What are you looking at?”
Their tone was unfriendly, a bit overbearing and impatient, not at all like old friends who had studied, surfed the internet, and watched movies together.
What a life of being despised for being a loser!
Lu Mingfei silently withdrew his gaze, feeling his social life was not just bad but an outright failure.
With college entrance exams approaching, the intense atmosphere left no room for playfulness—everyone was either furiously writing or loudly reciting.
Unable to endure the suffocating study environment, Lu Mingfei decided to step into the hallway for some fresh air.
Just as he stepped out, he almost collided with a girl in a white cotton dress.
Fortunately, his reflexes were sharp, and he dodged, narrowly avoiding an accidental romantic encounter at the corner.
Looking closely, he saw the girl wore a Hello Kitty hairpin, her long hair smooth, her features delicate, and her demeanor serene—like a fragile young lady from a scholarly family.
Another familiar face.
“Chen Wenwen?”
After a brief pause, Lu Mingfei stepped aside to give way.
He was no longer curious why this former top humanities student had ended up in the science class; all he wanted now was peace.
Chen Wenwen, regarded by countless Shilan High boys as the goddess of first love, nodded gently. Her fair hand gripped the backpack strap, and the slight shyness on her lovely face was pleasing to the eye.
“Sorry, I got the time wrong. The Literature Club’s event is tonight. Remember to come.”
A few days ago, Lu Mingfei had messaged Chen Wenwen, asking if she wanted to attend Monday night’s Literature Club event.
She had been chatting with others at the time and didn’t reply immediately, leaving the message unsent until just before bed.
By the time she remembered, it was already the next evening, and in a panic, she accidentally hit send, inadvertently changing the event date to the day after tomorrow.
QQ in 2009 had no recall function; she had to go invisible and pretend to be offline. Unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei did not ask about the date change.
Truly, Lu Mingfei was a good person.