Chapter 114: Makka Pakka

Su Lin had lived two lives and grown this old, yet had never seen anyone so cowardly and so dumb—mouth tougher than anyone's when typing on a keyboard, fingers faster than anyone's when chatting online, but the moment it came to real action, he completely fell apart.

The girl had already gone this far, and he was still over there going "Makka Pakka," restricting the playback rating to under twelve.

Su Lin: "6"

Miss Kelaien: "【Image】"

Miss Kelaien: "6"

Miss Kelaien: "Truly embarrassing."

Su Lin delivered a light-speed kick that left only a single feather remaining of a pigeon.

Miss Kelaien: "Why did my marionette break again?"

Su Lin: "Probably bad signal?"

In the end, Lu Mingfei only dared to confess in a stammering voice, saying:

"I... also want... to stay together with Hui Liyi forever..."

Having received her answer, Hui Liyi happily threw her arms around Lu Mingfei, nuzzling against him.

This was the first time in his life the guy had been hugged by a girl—his brain crashed.

Su Lin: "Can't be helped, I'm out!"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "I suggest the admin add a live broadcast feature."

Ye Fan: "Indeed."

Han Li: "That wouldn't be bad."

Having hung around day in and day out with a bunch of transmigrators and modern people, Han Li naturally knew exactly what a livestream was through osmosis.

Su Lin: "Then I'll use the chance."

Su Lin used his admin privileges to apply to the chat group for adding a recording and livestream feature.

【Submission Successful】

【Under Review...】

Casting a contemptuous glance at Lu Mingfei below, Su Lin dismissed the light in his hand, overcame the impulse to hurl the Spear of Judgment, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The light in the sky gradually died out, and the heavens dimmed once more, but right now Lu Mingfei's heart was pounding wildly, blood rushing to his head, his face flushed red, and in his eyes there was nothing but Hui Liyi—he didn't even have time to check the chat group's messages.

"My potion has finished digesting." Miss Kelaien opened his eyes, digesting the feedback transmitted from his other marionettes.

This world was the perfect place for him to digest the Sequence 4: Wraith potion, of course, and the cleanup work had also been handled properly—for this, he had specifically picked sturdy-bodied people, and after some "pranks," he would also give them some compensation.

"Are you going back to your own world to advance?" Zhongli asked. "If you become a Sequence 3 Ancient Scholar, our combat power will increase significantly."

Miss Kelaien nodded, but then thought for a moment and shook his head:

"I haven't gathered all my materials yet, but maybe I can go back first and try to collect them."

"It won't be long, won't take too much time."

"If you need anything, just call me in the group."

Only he, Zhongli, and Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan were in the room. Miss Kelaien asked curiously, "The Authorities you chose should be Flame and Earth, right?"

"Mm."

"That's right."

Receiving confirmation from the two, Miss Kelaien thought it over. If he chose Ocean and Water, it could strengthen his control and discernment over the "Sea God" alter ego, but that alter ego would eventually have to be handed over to Alger in the Tarot Club.

Then only the Authority of Sky and Wind remained.

In fact, Miss Kelaien was very curious—even though the current Lu Mingfei lacked for nothing, with the Dragon King able to be resurrected, how would Road Mingze hand the Authorities over to them?

Opening a teleportation door, Miss Kelaien slightly tipped his top hat. "Then, I'll take my leave for now."

Eight days until New Year's. Su Lin crossed his arms, the index finger of his left hand lightly tapping his right arm.

"Old Wu."

"I'm here."

He sat inside the Tokyo three-Michelin-star restaurant Chateau Joel Robuchon. Across from him was Wu Zhongcheng of the Wu family, sitting ramrod straight, expression solemn, his full attention focused on the surrounding environment.

"Relax." Su Lin leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the chandelier on the ceiling. "The person won't be here for a while yet."

Su Lin glanced out the window—at the gloomy sky that looked as if it could start drizzling at any moment. The weather lately was depressing just to look at.

"Where's your niece?" Su Lin asked. "Have her come up and eat with us—no need to stand guard outside."

"Everyone else is in the car, only she's standing there like a wooden stake in her school uniform."

"Yes."

If Old Lu hadn't said he would awaken today, he would actually have preferred to lie in his room and binge-watch dramas. Compared to the red wine on the table, he'd rather have a cup of hot cocoa.

Su Lin used his Historical Projection to pull out a cup of hot cocoa, took out his phone, and continued watching the final episode of the third season of "Shakugan no Xia Na."

"May I sit here?" an old man with deep-set eyes stood to one side.

"Please, sit." Su Lin smiled at the old man, waving his hand to signal Wu Zhongcheng that there was no need to stand guard. "Principal Uncle Angre is dining here today too?"

"Mm, today I'm treating, inviting some students from Kassel College to dine here." Uncle Angre pulled out his chair and sat down, glancing at his watch as he spoke:

"About thirty more minutes. I personally prefer to arrive early."

"Good habit. Order whatever you want, don't be polite—it's not me paying anyway." Su Lin exchanged a polite pleasantry, picked up his phone, and continued watching, not intending to have too much interaction with Uncle Angre.

"Principal?!" Wu Yuxiang's voice rang out, a hint of surprise in her tone.

Uncle Angre was not surprised. He smiled at Wu Yuxiang like a kindly elder. "I'm very glad to see you here, student Wu Yuxiang."

"I recall that like Lu Mingfei, you chose the Dragon History department, with me as your instructor."

"Yes." Wu Yuxiang nodded somewhat awkwardly, then not knowing what to say, sat down a little nervously.

After all, the academy taught them to slay dragons, yet she had defected to the Black King's Vanguard first.

"You too, Principal?" Wu Yuxiang asked tentatively. She felt it couldn't be—who in this circle didn't know of Uncle Angre's hatred toward the dragons.

"One moment." Angers waved over a waiter, ordered a pot of black tea, and after the waiter left, said to Wu Yuxiang:

"I just happened to have a meal booked here."

"Tonight there's a gathering of Kassel College."

"Would you like to come along?"

Wu Yuxiang shook her head. "Principal, that wouldn't be appropriate."

"What's inappropriate about it? You're a student of our Kassel College, outstanding enough, and a woman of the right age." As Angers spoke, he opened that little red booklet.

"Your gathering even screens by gender and age?" Su Lin couldn't help but ask.

"Of course." Angers pointed at the photos in the booklet, all of them women with fine features: "Ever since you pointed it out last time, we realized that for the longest while, our attention to the S-class's emotional needs has been far too lacking."

"To tell you the truth, this gathering is precisely to pick out an outstanding girlfriend for our S-class."

"You should know Lu Mingfei — your senior is a fine fellow, and single to boot. I think you could get to know him."

"In fact, when I was flipping through the roster last month, your name was the very first I saw. I felt you were a fine match, but a pity you weren't at the school." Angers paused here. "Sorry — you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

Both Wu Zhongcheng and Wu Yuxiang felt a thick sense of absurdity. Though they didn't know the full picture of the matter, they did know that this Supreme One was Lu Mingfei himself.

Su Lin, of course, was different. He put down his phone, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile, his eyes alight with spirit, watching Angers with keen interest.

Angers met his gaze for a moment, then turned with a smile to look at Wu Yuxiang.

He recalled the words of that young man named Miss Kelaien — heh, sure enough, spot on.

"Forgive my bluntness, Principal…" Wu Yuxiang wanted to say something, but feared exposing the Supreme One's identity — little did she know that Angers had long since known.

"Also joining the meal are Lu Mingfei's parents — Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini. Both of them are honorary alumni of our college." Angers cut off Wu Yuxiang. "Uh, if you'd rather not—"

Wu Zhongcheng slammed a hand on the table, his face flushed red: "I'll answer for Yuxiang — she accepts!"