Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

"Heh..." Watching Lu Mingfei's disheveled retreating figure, Su Xiaoqiang sneered, as if she could see Lu Mingfei looking dejected in front of her the day after tomorrow, being mocked mercilessly by her.

It's cool to think about!

But her expression, as seen by Aunt Mei, presented a completely different picture—

The young lady gazed at her classmate's departing figure, a smile full of emotion appearing on her face, as if she had thought of something very happy.

No, we must report to the master immediately!

……

Budget hotel, room for Lu Mingfei.

Taking the violin out of its case, Lu Mingfei recalled the information he had found at Su Xiaoqiang's house, tried to pick up the violin, and placed the bow on the strings.

At the same time, the image of the violinist playing at that concert flashed through his mind. However, because he hadn't paid attention to the performance, the memories Lu Mingfei could find were fragmented and he couldn't learn much from them.

Finally, he pulled the bow, and music flowed between the bowstring and the strings... let's just call it music for now.

It took less than half an hour to go from being completely melodyless to being able to recognize it as a piece of music.

Although it's not as good as Su Xiaoqiang's, it's a good start.

Lu Mingfei firmly believes that as long as he persists in practicing, he will definitely be able to give Su Xiaoqiang a "surprise" the day after tomorrow.

Furthermore, Su Xiaoqiang mentioned that she is a light sleeper and easily awakened, so her bedroom was specially designed to be soundproof. Only by knocking on the door and speaking loudly can the sound reach the bedroom.

The reverse is also true.

So tomorrow, during his break from copying research materials, he can also practice the violin.

enough!

Lu Mingfei opened the instructional videos and sheet music he had downloaded from the internet on his phone and began practicing again.

Two and a half hours later, except for a few details, he was no longer a beginner at all.

It was at this moment that there was a knock on his door.

A young and pretty receptionist stood outside the door, gently but firmly expressing her hope that he would stop pulling it down, as other customers were already complaining.

Lu Mingfei quickly and sincerely admitted his mistake and apologized, promising that he would never play the violin again.

You can't practice in the room...

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, carried the violin case, and walked out of the hotel.

It wasn't too late yet, and there were still a few pedestrians on the street. Lu Mingfei walked for a while, found a relatively high flower bed, leaned his violin case against the flower bed wall, sat on the edge of the flower bed, and began to practice his violin.

This is a commercial street, and there are generally no residents here, so there's not much to worry about disturbing the peace.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes slightly, completely absorbed in his rapid progress. His piano playing became increasingly melodious. Although it was still not as good as Su Xiaoqiang's, it was at least not unpleasant to listen to.

During the performance, he vaguely sensed breathing sounds beside him, so he opened his eyes and saw a girl placing a twenty-yuan bill next to him.

Lu Mingfei stopped playing and looked at the girl who had given him the money.

The girl wasn't particularly pretty, but her eyes were clear, reflecting Lu Mingfei's handsome face.

"Um... good luck!" The girl encouraged Lu Mingfei with a blush, then covered her face and ran away.

Lu Mingfei watched her retreating figure, lost in thought.

Did she... mistake me for a street performer?!

Outrageous!

I, Lu, may be poor, but I have integrity. Even if I were to perform for money, I would never do so with my mediocre musical skills! I want to earn a living honestly through my own abilities!

A gentleman does not eat food offered with contempt!

Lu Mingfei admired his own integrity, but out of the corner of his eye he saw another girl looking at him. She hesitated in place, seemingly wanting to come over, and she was also holding a banknote in her hand.

It costs fifty yuan!

Lu Mingfei hesitated for half a second, then set up his violin again and began to play.

The girl hesitated before stepping forward and placing fifty yuan next to Lu Mingfei. However, unlike the previous girl, she did not leave but stepped back a little, seemingly appreciating the music, but her gaze kept falling on Lu Mingfei's face.

Lu Mingfei continued playing the violin with his mediocre skills, completely at ease.

Even a gentleman needs to eat, and there's nothing shameful about earning money through labor.

……

The next day, at nightfall.

It's still that same commercial street, still that same flower bed.

Lu Mingfei remained seated there, his violin case leaning against the flowerbed wall.

During his break from replicating metallurgical techniques today, he secretly practiced the violin for a while in Su Xiaoqiang's bedroom.

With the practice from last night's "street performance," his skill level has improved by leaps and bounds.

Now, his piano skills have completely surpassed Su Xiaoqiang's in certain pieces. When he plays, a lot of people gather around him, and there is a stack of banknotes of varying amounts next to him.

Lu Mingfei felt satisfied with earning money through his labor, but there was one thing he couldn't quite understand.

Why are all the onlookers and those giving money women?

Lu Mingfei was completely baffled. After thinking about it, he could only attribute it to the fact that the audience for the violin might be predominantly female.

The melody of the violin lingered around the flowerbed. Although only a few flowers were blooming this season, they were still enough to complement the music.

Suddenly, a few low gasps rang out. They were not very noticeable under the violin melody, but Lu Mingfei could still hear them. He opened his eyes and saw a tall and upright old man walking out from among the girls watching.

Finally, we have a male listener!

This was Lu Mingfei's first reaction.

He then noticed that the old man was not only the only male among his listeners, but also the only foreigner.

And he was a very handsome old white gentleman, though it was unclear whether he was European or American.

However, Lu Mingfei was surrounded by foreigners in Tony's world, so he didn't find it strange. He just glanced at them and then continued to concentrate on his performance.

But then he saw the foreign old man take out a thick red envelope and hand it to him.

Lu Mingfei: ? ? ?

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Chapter 36 Lu Mingfei: I'm well-read, you can't fool me.

Commercial street, street corner.

Lu Mingfei sat on the flower bed. The old man, who looked like a noble gentleman, placed the red envelope on a pile of banknotes next to him, retreated back into the crowd, and continued to listen to Lu Mingfei's performance.

After a long while, when it was already dark and most of the people around had left, Lu Mingfei stopped playing, thanked the remaining people, and then put his violin away.

Lu Mingfei sorted out his gains for the day, and the others dispersed as well. Only the old man who had given him the big red envelope remained standing there, smiling at Lu Mingfei, his expression even seeming to have the kindness of an elder.

Although he didn't know why a foreigner would give him a red envelope, such misunderstandings caused by different cultures were not uncommon, so Lu Mingfei accepted it without any qualms.

However, due to his upbringing, he felt too embarrassed to open the red envelope and see how much money was inside in front of others.

"You must be Lu Mingfei?" the old man asked as he approached.

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. "You know me?"

"Can we talk?" the old man asked, pointing to a coffee shop not far away.

Lu Mingfei squeezed the red envelope in his hand; it was thick and heavy.

“No problem,” Lu Mingfei said decisively.

……

In the cafe.

Although it's still open late at night, this is, after all, a small town, and even in the more bustling commercial areas, the coffee shop is sparsely populated.

In a corner of the coffee shop, Lu Mingfei and the old man sat facing each other.

The old man looked at Lu Mingfei with a face full of emotion: "He looks just like him, so much like him."

"Huh? What did you say?" Lu Mingfei didn't quite understand.

“Let me introduce myself,” the old man said. “My name is Hilbert Jean Angers, and I am the principal of the College of Kassel.”

Kassel College?

Lu Mingfei was somewhat surprised. Wasn't this Senior Brother Chu's school?

After his initial surprise came a wave of admiration – no wonder he was Senior Brother Chu, a student who had managed to get the principal to come looking for him.

That was his first reaction. After all, Senior Brother Chu was someone who was often praised and personally received by the principal at Shilan Middle School. Now that he was in college, it wasn't hard to understand why the American principal would receive Senior Brother Chu across borders, right?

But Angers' next words immediately stunned Lu Mingfei.

“At the same time, I am also a friend, or rather a good brother, of your great-grandfather, and your parents are honorary alumni of our school,” Angers said.

After a few seconds of mental blankness, Lu Mingfei managed to regain his senses and began to try his best to remain calm and think.

He regretted not wearing colored contact lenses today; when he was fully focused on something, his eyes would unconsciously turn gold.

The old man's words, or rather, those of Angers, contained a lot of information.

First, he said that he was a friend of his great-great-grandfather, who was four generations older than Lu Mingfei. If the old man in front of him was a friend of his great-great-grandfather, even if he was younger than his great-great-grandfather, he should be over a hundred years old.

Does this person look like a hundred-year-old?

If it weren't for the fact that his hair and beard were all silver-white, and that you could actually see wrinkles on his face, people would believe he was fifty or even forty years old.

But... it's not impossible.

Lu Mingfei remembered clearly that after Tony studied his blood, he told him about some confirmed research findings, one of which was certain that his lifespan would be longer than that of ordinary humans.

He had discussed it with Tony before, and it was more likely that the power he possessed came from his parents, meaning that his parents were not ordinary people. The old man in front of him also said that he was friends with his great-grandfather, and that his parents were alumni of his school...

Lu Mingfei had a premonition that some realm of this world, imperceptible to ordinary people, was opening its doors to him.

"Hello, Principal. Goodbye, Principal."