Lu Mingfei doesn't want to be a superhero

In the very center of the bustling scene, Zhao Menghua "enthusiastically" patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder.

Lu Mingfei placed his hand on Zhao Menghua's hand that was patting his shoulder, gently squeezed his wrist, and applied slight pressure.

"Ah..." Zhao Menghua cried out in pain instinctively, but not wanting to embarrass himself, he immediately shut up.

Lu Mingfei gradually increased the pressure on Zhao Menghua's wrist, causing Zhao Menghua's face to contort.

At the same time, Zhao Menghua suddenly had a sense of déjà vu—had Lu Mingfei grabbed his wrist like this before?

Just as Zhao Menghua was about to cry out in pain, a loud horn suddenly sounded at the school gate, followed by a gasp of surprise.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously looked in the direction of the horn.

Six black Range Rovers drove in through the main gate, forming a neat convoy of boxy, imposing vehicles, with a deep red Rolls-Royce Phantom flanking the center.

The Land Rovers lined up and stopped in front of the fountain in the school square, occupying the wide stone avenue from the fountain to the school gate. Then the gate was opened, and a group of burly white men in black suits and sunglasses walked out. Each of them was ridiculously strong, and at 1.8 meters tall, they were considered short.

Everyone had roughly the same buzz cut, their pectoral muscles making their suits bulge, and those with a keen eye could even see the earpieces they all wore on their left ears.

These people obeyed orders without question; as soon as they stepped out of the car, they dashed to the sides of the road like cheetahs and then stood still.

Four people in one car, a total of twenty-four people came out of six cars, lined up on both sides of the road like guards holding halberds in front of an ancient emperor's palace. Even though they were still far from the playground, everyone felt as if an invisible wall of air was pushing out from those people and pressing down on their noses, as if their own breath was being pulled back.

Everyone was stunned by the spectacle, and the head of the teaching department on the podium even forgot to go up and remind everyone that cars were not allowed to drive into the school.

Suddenly, the Rolls-Royce in the middle opened its door, and a tall, slender young man stepped out, like a tall, well-defined bamboo stalk.

"Chu Zihang!" a girl exclaimed.

"He is back!"

"Is he Chu Zihang? The number one on the list of villains to be executed?"

"Keep your voice down! Are you out of your mind? The girls will tear you apart!"

People had been wondering what kind of person could have such a grand presence, but now that they saw it was Chu Zihang, it all seemed to make sense.

But... why would Chu Zihang drive himself?

Just as someone had this question in mind, they saw Chu Zihang close the door, turn around and walk to the back seat, opening the door for the person inside.

Chu Zihang was just a driver!

Those who knew Chu Zihang immediately found it absurd. Who could possibly make the legendary figure from Shilan Middle School their driver? Who was he, the Jade Emperor or the Queen Mother of the West?

Someone stepped out of the car, wearing a black custom-made suit, shiny Italian leather shoes, and hair so oiled it could be used as a mirror, with a bright red rose pinned to his chest.

Judging from his full head of silver hair, he should be an old gentleman or nobleman, but his straight back and dashing demeanor make his silver hair look like a deliberately dyed decoration. Only the weathered look in his wrinkles shows that he is indeed vigorous in his old age and not a non-mainstream person with dyed hair.

In the crowd, Lu Mingfei's lips twitched slightly.

He recognized the old man and had a deep impression of him.

Isn't this Angers, who took the initiative to find him a few days ago and claimed to be the principal of Kassel College?

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Chapter 41. Ang Lumingfei's Uncle's Fever

Shilan Middle School, on the playground.

Angers stepped out of the Rolls-Royce, the red rose on the chest of his black suit glistening in the sunlight, as if still glistening with dew.

Surrounded by a group of people wearing black sunglasses, he looked just like a mafia godfather from a movie.

Chu Zihang thoughtfully closed the car door for Angers.

The slamming of the car door was barely audible on the spacious playground, but it was enough to wake the stunned audience.

The head of the teaching department on the podium finally came to his senses and hurriedly ran towards Angers and Chu Zihang.

Although they drove seven cars into the school in one go, seriously violating school rules, the dean of students showed no dissatisfaction or seriousness on his face, only kindness and friendliness.

After all, when he jogged up to Angers and Chu Zihang, he could even hear the uniform breathing of the burly men in the line.

These people look like members of the Mafia or characters from The Matrix, but their uniformity makes them resemble elite, regular soldiers.

That's actually true. They all have trace amounts of dragon blood and used to serve in the Navy SEALs, but they've now retired and are just janitors at Kassel College. In the students' eyes, they're a group of reliable errand runners who are incredibly efficient at everything from changing glass to fixing toilets.

"Hello, may I ask who you are...?" The head of the teaching department stood in front of Angers, his heart pounding.

As a member of the school's management, he knew some secrets that were not convenient to talk about. For example, the vice principal was said to be in debt, and the principal was said to have a habit of having affairs, but he still had basic professional ethics and never did it within the school. Could it be that one of them caused trouble?

Those who come to collect debts are easy to deal with; once they pay, the matter is settled. But if the principal had something going on with someone he shouldn't have—like the mistress, daughter, or even wife of this "godfather"—there might be bloodshed today...

However, the dean's guess only lingered in his mind for a moment before the "godfather" in front of him said, "Excuse me, is this Shilan Middle School? I'm here to attend the parent-teacher conference."

The head of the teaching department doubted that he had misheard.

Why did you bring so many people to the parent-teacher meeting? Are you sure you're here to attend the meeting and not to kidnap these wealthy and powerful parents and demand ransom?

Ignoring the headmaster's stunned expression, Angers smiled and added, "My name is Hilbert Jean Angers, and I am the principal of Kassel College. I have a grandnephew studying here. His parents are busy with archaeological research and cannot come back, so I am here to attend the parent-teacher conference on their behalf."

The dean of students finally realized what was going on. He had heard of Kassel College before, since it was the university that Shilan's heartthrob, Chu Zihang, had attended.

He knew very little about the university, only that it was also a private elite school, but its level was far superior to that of Shilan High School. It was said to be a top university in the American academic world that could be compared with Harvard and Yale, but it strictly adhered to elite education, so it admitted very few people.

The head of the teaching department believed this explanation, after all, this was the university Chu Zihang attended.

As for whether the old man in front of us lied about his identity...

Chu Zihang was standing right next to him, and he had just been driving for him. Could there be more compelling evidence?

“Principal Angers, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” The head of the teaching department quickly extended both hands to shake hands with Angers.

He is now unusually enthusiastic towards Angers, even to the point of being ingratiating—if he can build a good relationship with this principal, is it possible that Shilan Middle School will be able to send a few more students in the future?

“Principal Angers, um, I’m really sorry,” the head of academic affairs rubbed his hands awkwardly, “our school actually doesn’t allow cars on campus…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Angers waved his hand and called over a few people wearing dark sunglasses. “Quick, drive the car out!”

Several people wearing dark sunglasses quickly jumped into the car and drove it off like a whirlwind, the engine roaring.

"Principal Angers, what is your grandnephew's name? Which grade and class is he in? Would you like me to take you to him?" The head of the teaching department provided exceptionally attentive service.

“No need, I’ve already found him, he’s right there,” Angers waved in one direction from the crowd, “Mingfei! I’m here!”

The dean of students and everyone else looked in that direction.

In the crowd, a handsome boy was crouching low, quietly making his way to the edge of the crowd at a stealthy pace.

Lu Mingfei, being watched by half the people on the playground: ...

It was too late to leave now. Lu Mingfei straightened up helplessly and looked at Angers with a very complicated expression.

Angers strode over, the weathered old man moving with the agility of a dragon, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Lu Mingfei, giving him a warm hug: "Grand-nephew, your uncle has missed you so much!"

The students in the class stared blankly at this scene. The little nobody who was usually forgotten had suddenly become the focus and center of attention.

Su Xiaoqiang stood with his father, looking at Lu Mingfei as if he were a Marshal Tianpeng, clad in golden armor and riding on auspicious seven-colored clouds.

Although she had long suspected that Lu Mingfei was strange, the extent to which he was strange was beyond her imagination.

Lu Mingfei was hugged by Angers and asked in a low voice, "Principal, what are you doing?"

He didn't want to accept the title of "grand-nephew," so he only referred to Angers as "principal."

“I am your great-grandfather’s brother, so I should be considered your elder,” Angers said in a low voice. “However, if we were to reveal our true generational relationship, I doubt others would believe it. So I’ll take the loss and pretend to be your grandfather’s brother, and act as your great-uncle.”

Objectively speaking, Angers did suffer a loss, after all, he was demoted two generations for no reason, while Lu Mingfei benefited by being promoted two generations.

"I mean, what are you doing here?" But Lu Mingfei didn't feel like he was getting the better deal.

“I’m here to support you, after all, you’re my grand-nephew!” Angers said.

Damn it, how come I didn't realize this old guy was so shameless when we first met?

Lu Mingfei couldn't keep hugging Angers, so he let go after saying a few words.

Chu Zihang followed behind Angers, looking like a loyal imperial bodyguard or chief eunuch.

Those in black suits followed behind, but they stood in a neat row at the back.

At this point, it would be useless for Lu Mingfei to try to get rid of Angers, especially since the old man might not be able to get rid of him even if he tried.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to remind Angers not to be too high-profile, an overly shrill voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

"Lu Mingfei! I remember now! You hit me!" Zhao Menghua was so excited that his voice cracked and became unusually sharp—the side effects of the sudden return of his memories had affected his mental state, making him somewhat difficult to control.

Compared to Chu Zihang, he was more like the chief steward.

Chu Zihang turned to look at Zhao Menghua and immediately realized that the hypnotic effect had been broken. Sure enough, hypnotizing someone through a phone is difficult, even for an ordinary person.

"Huh? Zhao Menghua, what are you talking about?" Lu Mingfei asked innocently.

How could he possibly admit to something like this?

Zhao Menghua's father quickly squeezed through the crowd and pulled Zhao Menghua back, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my son has disturbed everyone."

"Dad, let go of me. I remember now. I didn't fall before. I was beaten by Lu Mingfei..." Zhao Menghua was dragged out of the crowd.

Zhao Menghua was just a minor incident; after he was taken away, the parent-teacher meeting proceeded as scheduled.

At first, Lu Mingfei was a little troubled. The school only prepared one chair for each student and parent, but Angers came with Chu Zihang. He couldn't let his senior brother Chu stand, could he?

Lu Mingfei wanted to give his seat to Chu Zihang, but Chu Zihang refused to comply.

Fortunately, the head of the teaching department came over immediately and kindly added a chair for them.

The three sat together, and Lu Mingfei, the least noticeable of them all, received the most attention.

Su Xiaoqiang, in particular, stared at him almost without blinking.

Angers, on the other hand, seemed quite relaxed, after all, this was just a minor incident for him.

He casually pulled out a cigar and put it in his mouth.

"Principal," Lu Mingfei nudged him gently and whispered.

"What's wrong, Mingfei? Are you moved?" Angers raised an eyebrow.

"Smoking is prohibited here," Lu Mingfei reminded.

“Oh…oh.” Angers stuffed the cigar back into his coat.