Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

Then she can laugh at Lu Mingfei to her heart's content.

“No problem!” Lu Mingfei readily agreed.

……

In Su Xiaoqiang's bedroom.

Su Xiaoqiang was studying in the living room when Lu Mingfei borrowed her computer.

After plugging his USB drive into Su Xiaoqiang's computer, Lu Mingfei began to manually copy the metallurgical technology data from his memory.

After a long time, Lu Mingfei finally finished part of the huge workload and prepared to take a breather.

But after hesitating for a moment, remembering Su Xiaoqiang's sneer earlier that day, Lu Mingfei opened his browser and typed in a line of text—

Violin beginner's guide.

P.S.: I recommend a friend's new book, "I Practiced Demonic Arts in America." Those interested can check it out; the link is in the author's notes.

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Chapter 34. Are you applying medicine?

Evening, in Su Xiaoqiang's home, in Su Xiaoqiang's bedroom.

Lu Mingfei stretched lazily.

"Artificial intelligence has indeed proven to be one of the greatest inventions in human history," Lu Mingfei thought, now free from Jarvis.

When he was conducting independent technical research, Lu Mingfei did not really realize how much Jarvis would help him; he only felt that Jarvis was very convenient in his daily life.

But now, back in his own world, typing out his previous techniques bit by bit on the keyboard, he realized just how convenient Jarvis really was.

In the final stages of his research, he asked Jarvis to help organize his research notes. In the short time it took him to chat with Tony, Jarvis had already organized all of his research notes from that period in great detail and with perfect organization.

But if Lu Mingfei were to handle it himself, even if he typed until his keyboard was smoking, he would only be able to advance the replication progress a tiny bit all day.

Besides the fact that human keyboard input efficiency is far inferior to that of artificial intelligence, another problem is that Lu Mingfei doesn't know how to use office software.

Or rather, with Jarvis's assistance, whether it's creating charts or tables, analyzing data or building models, or even image processing and simple programming, it's all just a matter of talking to Jarvis. Jarvis can perfectly replace any office software, and it's fully automated.

This meant that after losing Jarvis, Lu Mingfei had to learn how to use those specialized software programs, which further slowed down his efficiency.

"Artificial intelligence is so convenient. I wonder if I could create a Jarvis in my world too." Lu Mingfei's mind started to wander.

He also learned a little programming from Tony, but because he was eager to study metallurgical technology, he only scratched the surface.

Given Tony's eagerness to mold him into a genius, if he were to ask for a copy of Jarvis's source code to create a Jarvis in his own world to aid in research, Tony probably wouldn't refuse.

But after thinking it over carefully, Lu Mingfei sighed and put the tempting idea aside for the time being—although the source code was easy to obtain, creating Jarvis in his own world would be a big problem with the host machine.

No matter how good the code is, without sufficient hardware support, it is impossible to unleash the full power of artificial intelligence.

Building a host that allows Jarvis to perform at its full potential would be incredibly expensive.

He had seen Jarvis's mainframe at Tony's house, or rather, one of Jarvis's mainframes. Even though the key technologies were created by Tony himself, the mainframe's size was still exaggerated.

Given the hardware technology of his world, it would be difficult to build a host that could fully support Jarvis; at most, he could only replicate a basic version.

After checking his replicated technique again to make sure there were no mistakes, Lu Mingfei unplugged the USB drive and left Su Xiaoqiang's bedroom.

Pushing open the door, going downstairs, and walking into the living room, Lu Mingfei saw Su Xiaoqiang sitting on the sofa with one leg bent and her foot resting on the edge of the sofa, her head down, seemingly doing something.

As Lu Mingfei got closer, he could see clearly that Su Xiaoqiang was applying medicine to her foot. There was a bottle of medicine on the coffee table, and she was putting cotton swabs into the bottle. She had rolled up her pants to reveal her snow-white calf, with its graceful and soft curves.

Lu Mingfei realized that Xiao Tiannv had kicked him earlier, and he had accidentally kicked the corner of the table, resulting in a bruise.

He walked over to Su Xiaoqiang and looked down at her.

The girl's feet were fair and delicate, with neatly trimmed toenails painted with light pink nail polish, making them sparkle.

There was a glaring bruise on her fair instep, with specks of blood in it.

"Hey! What are you looking at!" Su Xiaoqiang glared at Lu Mingfei, embarrassed and annoyed.

"Is your foot alright?" Lu Mingfei asked with concern.

"No...it's nothing, it doesn't hurt at all. If I hadn't seen it just now, I wouldn't have even known it was bruised." Su Xiaoqiang felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Lu Mingfei.

To distract herself, she talked to Lu Mingfei while applying medicine to herself.

"By the way, can I borrow your violin for a bit?" Lu Mingfei said. "I'll get a feel for it when I get back, and I'll show you my skills the day after tomorrow."

“I’m going to keep this violin for practice,” Su Xiaoqiang said, pointing to the violin on the sofa. “I also have another violin in the storage room. I’ve already asked Aunt Mei to find it for you. Just wait a moment.”

“No problem.” Lu Mingfei readily agreed.

However, he couldn't resist being sarcastic in front of Su Xiaoqiang: "But are you still planning to practice the violin? Don't forget that we have a beautiful piano student named Liu Miaomiao in our class. She'll definitely sign up to perform the piano, and everyone else performing instruments will just be her foil."

Although Su Xiaoqiang didn't think she could beat Liu Miaomiao, she couldn't show weakness in front of Lu Mingfei, so she stubbornly said, "Do you think I'm afraid of her?"

“Yes, yes, of course Little Fairy isn’t afraid of Liu Miaomiao,” Lu Mingfei chuckled mischievously, “but not being afraid doesn’t affect your chances of losing.”

Su Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and told herself to suppress her anger and stay calm.

"If you ask me, you should avoid the racetrack and stop performing instruments; instead, perform dance," Lu Mingfei said.

"I have indeed studied a little classical dance, but it's not as good as my violin..." Su Xiaoqiang shook her head.

"It's alright. With your face, you'd be the most stunning woman on stage. Nobody would care how well you dance," Lu Mingfei said.

"Hmph, let's just take that as a compliment," Su Xiaoqiang scoffed.

“I didn’t expect you to have studied classical dance. I heard that you have to stretch your ligaments to practice dance, and it’s very painful,” Lu Mingfei looked Su Xiaoqiang up and down, his eyes full of surprise, and exclaimed, “I didn’t expect you to have such perseverance.”

"There are many things you haven't thought of yet," Su Xiaoqiang said smugly.

"But doesn't learning dance make a person more elegant?" Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Why do I only see boldness in you?"

Su Xiaoqiang's expression was unfriendly.

He held his empty hand as if it were an invisible microphone, and brought it to Su Xiaoqiang's lips: "Little Fairy, I'd like to interview you. How did you cultivate such an aura in your dance training, similar to that of a martial arts practitioner?"

Su Xiaoqiang's face darkened: "I'll show you what martial arts are right now!"

As she spoke, she kicked Lu Mingfei with the foot she was applying medicine with.

Lu Mingfei instinctively reached out and grabbed her ankle, avoiding the bruised area.

Su Xiaoqiang's face flushed red instantly. Her ankle was held in Lu Mingfei's hand, and it felt like an electric current was running up her spine, making her tremble involuntarily.

"Let me go!" Su Xiaoqiang, enraged and embarrassed, threw the only thing in her hand—a cotton swab—at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei took the cotton swab with his other hand, lowered Su Xiaoqiang's foot, and reminded her, "Be careful, your foot is still bruised!"

Su Xiaoqiang wanted to yell at Lu Mingfei, but her voice trailed off as she spoke. She shifted uncomfortably and said softly, "I understand. Let me go first."

As her ankle pressed against Lu Mingfei's palm, a strange feeling she had never experienced before rose from the depths of her heart, causing her to dart around and avoid looking directly at Lu Mingfei.

She glanced at Lu Mingfei's face, wondering why he could remain calm while holding the girl's foot in his hand.

And shouldn't you have moved away? Why did you grab my foot? How come you're so good at it?

Su Xiaoqiang was so ashamed and indignant that she wanted to die.

"Miss, I've found your violin..." Aunt Mei walked into the living room with the violin case, but her words caught in her throat halfway through.

From her perspective, she saw Su Xiaoqiang lounging on the sofa, her cheeks flushed, her legs stretched out to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei held her ankle with one hand and held a cotton swab in the other, seemingly to apply medicine to her. Su Xiaoqiang looked at him with hazy, dreamy eyes.

At the same time, Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang also noticed Aunt Mei.

“Miss, you…” Aunt Mei carefully chose her words, “Are you applying medicine?”

Su Xiaoqiang: ...

Lu Mingfei: ...

Chapter 35 The Old Man Giving Red Envelopes

In Su Xiaoqiang's living room.

Su Xiaoqiang pulled Aunt Mei to sit on the sofa, while Lu Mingfei sat in the corner, hunching his shoulders and limbs, like a suspect locked in an interrogation room.

“That’s right, Aunt Mei,” Su Xiaoqiang said earnestly, “We’re just applying medicine. It’s not easy for me to apply the medicine to the injured area myself, so I asked Lu Mingfei to help me.”

Aunt Mei opened her mouth.

She really wanted to ask Su Xiaoqiang a question—Miss, do you think I'm stupid?

What do you mean by "it's inconvenient to apply medicine to the injured area yourself"? You injured your foot, not your back, so it's inconvenient to have someone else apply it for you!

"Ahem," Aunt Mei didn't know what else to say, so she could only say, "Miss, Mr. Lu is a guest after all, so it's not convenient to trouble him. If you need to apply the medicine again next time, just call me."

Lu Mingfei nodded in agreement.

Su Xiaoqiang gave him a sharp glare, and Lu Mingfei immediately shrank back.

"By the way, Aunt Mei, have you looked at the violin I asked you to find? Is it still usable?" Su Xiaoqiang asked.

"I checked it when I found it, and it should be fine," Aunt Mei said.

It was precisely because of the time she was delayed by the check-up that she came out just in time to see Lu Mingfei applying medicine to Su Xiaoqiang.

This is unbelievable! Do you young people do this kind of fancy stuff these days?

Aunt Mei, who was only in her thirties, suddenly felt like an old woman who couldn't keep up with the times.

“Here,” Su Xiaoqiang handed the violin case to Lu Mingfei, “Take it.”

Lu Mingfei, who had just inadvertently taken advantage of Su Xiaoqiang, quickly accepted the violin case with both hands, and did so with utmost respect.

“Go back and ‘review’ properly. I’m waiting for your performance the day after tomorrow.” Su Xiaoqiang emphasized the word “review” because she was certain that Lu Mingfei was just being stubborn and was now planning how to mock him.

"No problem!" Lu Mingfei said confidently.

“However… even if you haven’t practiced for a long time, you should just be a little rusty,” Su Xiaoqiang suddenly said. “Why don’t you play a piece here first? Don’t worry, I won’t laugh at you. We’ll take your performance from tomorrow as the standard.”

"Ah, this, that..." Lu Mingfei's eyes darted around, "It's already very late, I'll head back now, Little Fairy, see you tomorrow!"

After saying that, without waiting for Su Xiaoqiang and Aunt Mei's reaction, Lu Mingfei grabbed the violin case and made a quick getaway.