Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Lu Mingfei Doesn't Want to Be a Superhero (Author: Falling Snow Brewing Tea)

Summary:

　Lu Mingfei's Diary:

On February 10, 2009, I was transported to a terrorist base in the Middle East. There was a man there who called himself Tony Stark, and he said we would soon be executed by the terrorists! I want to go home!

February 11, 2009 Great! I'm home. It's so wonderful to have a peaceful world without any weird things!

On April 25, 2009, I traveled back to that world again. It seems that I have to keep traveling back and forth between the two worlds. Fortunately, my world is peaceful and normal.

On May 5, 2009, I discovered dragons in my Minecraft world. [Swear words crossed out]

……

I got a girlfriend on May 20, 2012. Erii is so cute.

……

Years later, Lu Mingfei, now the Sorcerer Supreme, Prince Nidhogg of Asgard, Principal of Kassel College, the new Dragon Emperor, and savior of the universe, cried out with a long face, "I really don't want to be a superhero! Did I get the wrong script?!"

This book is also known as — Lu Mingfei, who has repeatedly returned from Marvel.

Chapter 1: What to do if you find yourself in a terrorist base?

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few, with clouds like silk gauze swirling around it.

Lu Mingfei ran desperately on his way home, feeling like he was going to die.

Winter break was about to end, and he planned to indulge himself one last time before school started by playing a couple of StarCraft games at an internet cafe. However, he happened to encounter several skilled players, and not only did he have a great time, but some people in the internet cafe also noticed his gameplay.

As more and more people gathered around, Lu Mingfei lost himself in the cheers and ended up playing until late at night.

He could already imagine how his aunt would roar at him when he got back; even a real lion would have to lower its mane and kneel to receive her thunderous wrath.

However, there was nothing that could be done about it. In his more than ten years of obscurity, this was the only opportunity he had to enjoy the spotlight, praise, and even admiration in the center of the crowd. Anyone would be lost in it, unless someone had never lacked brilliance since childhood.

Panting heavily, Lu Mingfei looked up and wiped away a tear, deeply regretting his impending tragic fate of being scolded by his aunt.

A shooting star streaked across the night sky, exceptionally bright and dazzling. It flew very fast, just like Lu Mingfei, who was running desperately.

"Shooting star, oh shooting star, if you can truly grant my wish, please let me escape this tragic fate!"

Lu Mingfei looked at the shooting star and thought to himself.

Immediately, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his body fell forward uncontrollably.

In the instant before he completely lost consciousness, a thought flashed through Lu Mingfei's mind—

If I break my skin, will Chen Wenwen hate me?

……

Cold, hard...

Lu Mingfei lay there, feeling a sharp, intense pain in his head, like the pain he felt when he was accidentally hit by a vase during the renovation of the literary club in his second year of high school.

But Lu Mingfei was very happy that day. He felt joy in his pain, elation in his pain, and exhilaration in his pain—because Chen Wenwen spent half the day caring for him and showing him tenderness, like a thrush wrapped in clouds.

Thinking about these things, Lu Mingfei felt his head wasn't hurting so much anymore, and Chen Wenwen's beautiful figure seemed to appear before his eyes.

The concern in her eyes was so tender, the curve of her eyelashes so graceful, the tear tracks on her cheeks so heartbreaking, and her bangs so delicate…

Wait a minute! Chen Wenwen is balding!

Lu Mingfei jolted awake, and the "Chen Wenwen" in front of him vanished like a bubble, replaced by a balding middle-aged man wearing glasses.

He sat up abruptly, bracing himself with his arms as he backed away, but before he could take two steps, his back hit the rough, hard, and cold rock wall.

Because of the sudden, violent movement, Lu Mingfei's vision went completely dark, and the balding middle-aged man in front of him became a silhouette in the darkness. Only the orange flames leaping in the corner made his balding forehead shine even brighter.

"What...what kind of monster are you? State your name!" Lu Mingfei blurted out subconsciously, then realized his mistake and quickly corrected himself.

"What...what kind of great hero?" He hesitated, suddenly unable to remember the rest of his sentence. He licked his lips and simply cried out, "Hero, spare my life!"

"He seems to be speaking Chinese," another voice chimed in from the corner.

Lu Mingfei's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Why are there still two heroes?"

And it seems this hero was speaking English.

With his rudimentary English, Lu Mingfei could barely understand their conversation. The other "hero," the man in front of him, replied, "It should be Chinese, probably an idiom. Chinese is already difficult, and idioms are even harder to understand."

"Damn it, I hate Chinese!" muttered the "hero" in the corner. "The Chinese exam was the only one in my life that I didn't get a perfect score."

He's also a top student!

Lu Mingfei hurriedly shouted in English, "I speak English! I speak English! Please don't kill me, hero!"

"Kill you?" The balding middle-aged man in front of him was taken aback, his tone even sounding somewhat aggrieved. "We saved you!"

……

Half an hour later.

Lu Mingfei and two middle-aged men sat facing each other in a triangle on the ground, having just finished a brief self-introduction and exchange.

The bald, bespectacled man was to Lu Mingfei's left, while the one on the right looked much better. He had a full head of hair, deep-set features, and a stubble around his mouth. Coupled with his eyes that seemed to be covered by something heavy, he was the textbook example of a melancholic or decadent middle-aged man.

In a bar, a guy like this, just sitting at the bar, holding a glass of absinthe or whiskey and gazing at a girl, can conjure up in her mind a tragic love story that is heartbreaking, heart-wrenching, and seems like a celestial river falling from the heavens.

The only odd thing was that there was a round, glowing object on his chest, with blue light shining through the fabric of his clothes.

“You are Dr. Ethan, and your name is Tony Stark. You are a very famous arms dealer and inventor,” Lu Mingfei confirmed, pointing to the two men.

Ethan nodded, while Tony looked at him incredulously: "You really don't recognize me? Haven't you seen my name on TV or the news?"

"I'm a high school student, how could I have time to follow foreign news?" Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"You Chinese high school students really work hard," Tony remarked.

“So,” Lu Mingfei pointed at Tony, “you were attacked by terrorists and imprisoned here to help them build missiles. They said they would release you once they were finished, but in reality, they will definitely kill you after you are no longer of any use to them.”

“It’s a bit harsh, but I have to admit it’s the truth,” Tony said, shrugging.

“And me,” Lu Mingfei pointed to the bandages wrapped around his head, “was an unidentified person who fell from the sky at the entrance of the terrorist base. When you were being escorted by them to replenish materials, you saw them about to execute me at the entrance. Seeing that I was a child, you took me from them. Ostensibly, you needed a clever assistant, but actually, you wanted to save my life.”

“That’s right,” Tony nodded. “You’re very lucky. I don’t get out of this hellhole every day. If I had arrived any later, you would have been executed.”

“To be precise, it was an execution,” Ethan added. “These guys were probably trying to save bullets, planning to smash your head with the butts of their rifles and kill you. When Tony saw you, you were already covered in blood. I even gave you a good cleaning before bandaging you up.”

"By the way, your head is really hard. Most people would be killed if they were hit by a rifle butt." Ethan's admiring tone made Lu Mingfei feel like his skull was some kind of cheap and good-quality construction helmet on a supermarket shelf.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and looked at Ethan and Tony, appearing surprisingly composed for his age: "So on my way home, I made a wish upon a shooting star, and then suddenly everything went black. When I woke up, I found myself inexplicably in this godforsaken place in the Middle East, a prisoner of terrorists, and about to be executed."

Tony and Ethan nodded at the same time.

“The execution method could also be being beaten to death,” Lu Mingfei added.

Tony and Ethan nodded again.

"I...I feel a little dizzy..." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and leaned back.

Ethan and Tony quickly got up to help him.

"Wait! He looks like he's fainted!"

"Quick! Pinch his philtrum! There's a battery there, maybe we can give him a shock to re-establish cardiac pacing—"

"No...no electric shock, I'm afraid of the pain..."

After a flurry of activity...

Lu Mingfei has finally returned to normal.

“Your mental fortitude is terrible,” Tony complained.

"Yeah, it was awful. He just knew he didn't have many days left to live and he fainted on the spot..." Lu Mingfei slumped to the ground with a mournful face. "Am I dreaming? How can I wake up? Pinching my thigh doesn't work..."

“Don’t say that, Tony,” Dr. Ethan walked over with a glass of water and handed it to Lu Mingfei. “I think he’s amazing as a high school student. It would be hard for most people to stay calm in this kind of environment. They would probably go crazy because of the pressure and stimulation.”

Dr. Ethan patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, comforting and encouraging him like a balding kindergarten teacher: "You've done a great job of calming down so quickly."

"Thank you." Lu Mingfei took the water listlessly.

He hasn't calmed down at all; he's just too cowardly to even react, so it looks like he's calmed down immediately. In reality, his mind is full of a thick, well-mixed paste, so thick it could be used to stick Spring Festival couplets together.

Lu Mingfei knows himself too well. What makes him suddenly go crazy under pressure and stimulation? He doesn't have the guts to go insane.

“Okay, I have to admit, I wasn’t necessarily better than you at your age,” Tony said, looking at Ethan. “So, I think we might be able to tell him.”

"Are you sure?" Ethan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Tell what?" Lu Mingfei was even more surprised.

“Actually, Ethan and I are building a weapon to escape from here,” Tony said.

"You want..." Lu Mingfei exclaimed instinctively, then immediately lowered his voice and said in a very low voice, "You want weapons to escape?"

“Don’t be afraid. Although we are being monitored, the cameras don’t transmit sound, and it’s difficult for sounds to travel out of this cave,” Tony said. “Besides, you just spoke in Chinese, which they don’t understand. Actually, I don’t understand it very well either.”

Lu Mingfei then realized that he had unconsciously blurted out his native language because he was so surprised, so he switched back to his broken English and said, "Aren't you afraid they'll kill us if we're discovered?"

“We’d only be taken down if I actually built the Jericho missile for them,” Tony shrugged. “Even if they found out, I’d be fine. At most, they’d beat me up and make me behave so I could keep building missiles for them.”

"You'll be alright?" Lu Mingfei seized on the clue. "What about us?"

“If I manage to escape afterward, I’ll take care of your family. Let me think about what you just told me,” Tony confirmed. “Your name is Lu Mingfei, right? Your father is Lu Lincheng, and your mother is Qiao Weini. You’re two archaeologists who travel all over the world, and you live with your uncle, whose name is Lu Gucheng…”

"Stop, stop, I said stop," Lu Mingfei quickly interrupted him, "You're making it sound like I'm about to die and am giving my last words."

“Don’t worry, you won’t die, and neither will we,” Ethan stepped forward and placed his large, warm hand on Lu Mingfei’s shoulder. “We’ll escape together.”

“But there must be a lot of terrorists outside. Even if we have powerful weapons, it won’t be of any use. They could just shoot us out of nowhere and we’d be dead.” Lu Mingfei attended the prestigious Shilan Middle School and had participated in live-fire target practice during military training, so he knew very well the power of bullets.

Clinging to his last hope, he asked, "Or is it that one of us knows how to make bulletproof vests and helmets?"

“We have something a hundred times better than that thing,” Tony smiled.

……

From then on, Lu Mingfei became Tony and Ethan's "assistant".

Of course, since he couldn't do anything, his only job as an "assistant" was to serve Tony Ethan tea and water, and help them wipe their sweat and hand them things while they worked.