Chapter 114: Mākābākā

Su Lin had lived two lifetimes and never seen anyone so cowardly and so clueless—mouth always tough, typing faster than anyone online, but crumbled the moment it came to real action.

The girl’s already like this, and you’re still just mākābākā, setting the playback age restriction to under twelve.

Su Lin: “6”

Kleine: "[Image]"

Kleine: "6"

Kleine: "So embarrassing."

Su Lin kicked a pigeon with lightning speed, leaving only a single feather.

Kleine: "Why did my puppet break again?"

Su Lin: “Probably bad signal?”

In the end, Lu Mingfei could only stammer out his confession:

“I… I also want… to stay with Hui Liyi forever…”

Hui Liyi, upon receiving his reply, happily hugged Lu Mingfei and rubbed against him.

This guy, for the first time in his life, was hugged by a girl and his brain shut down.

Su Lin: “Can’t fix him, I’m out.”

Xiao Yan: “Suggest the admin add a live-streaming feature.”

Ye Fan: “True.”

Han Li: “That’s not bad.”

Having mixed daily with transmigrants and modern people, Han Li naturally knew what live-streaming was.

Su Lin: “Then I’ll use my chance.”

Su Lin used admin privileges to request adding a recording and live-streaming function to the chat group.

【Submission successful】

【Under review…】

With a look of contempt at Lu Mingfei below, Su Lin extinguished the light in his hand, resisted the urge to throw down the Spear of Judgment, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The light in the sky gradually faded, and the heavens turned gray again, but now Lu Mingfei’s heart pounded wildly, blood rushing to his head, face flushed, eyes fixed only on Hui Liyi—no attention left for the chat group’s messages.

"My potion has fully digested," Kleine opened his eyes, absorbing the feedback from his other puppets.

This world was the perfect place for him to digest the Sequence 4: Trickster potion; of course, he’d also taken care of the cleanup—he specifically chose physically robust individuals, played some “pranks,” then offered compensation.

“Will you return to your world for advancement?” Zhongli asked. “If you become a Sequence 3 Ancient Scholar, our combat power will increase significantly.”

Kleine nodded, then paused, reconsidering and replied:

“My materials aren’t fully gathered yet, but perhaps I can return first to collect them.”

“Soon. Not long.”

“Call me in the group if you need anything.”

Only he, Zhongli, and Xiao Yan remained in the room; Kleine asked curiously: "Your chosen authority should be Fire and Earth?"

“Mm.”

“Correct.”

Upon receiving their confirmation, Kleine pondered: if he chose Ocean and Water, it would strengthen his control and recognition of his "Sea God" alias—but that alias would eventually be handed over to Algernon of the Tarot Society.

That left only Sky and Wind.

In truth, Kleine was curious: though Lu Mingfei now lacked nothing, how would Lu Mingze transfer the authority to them, given the Dragon King’s ability to resurrect?

Opening a portal, Kleine slightly lowered his hat. "Then, I’ll take my leave for now."

Eight days remained until the New Year; Su Lin crossed his arms, his left index finger tapping rhythmically against his right forearm.

“Old Wu.”

“I’m here.”

He sat inside the Tokyo Michelin three-star restaurant Chateau Joel Robuchon, facing Wu Zhongcheng of the Wu family, who sat upright, expression serious, attention locked entirely on the surroundings.

“Relax,” Su Lin leaned back in his chair, gazing at the chandelier above. “There’s still plenty of time.”

Su Lin glanced out the window—the overcast sky seemed ready to drizzle at any moment; the weather these days was enough to make anyone feel gloomy.

“Where’s your niece?” Su Lin asked. “Have her join us for dinner. No need to keep guard outside.”

“Everyone else is in the car; she’s standing there in her school uniform like a wooden post.”

“Understood.”

If not for Old Lu saying he’d awaken today, he’d have preferred to stay in his room rewatching dramas—more than the wine on the table, he wanted a cup of hot cocoa.

Su Lin pulled out a cup of hot cocoa via historical projection, then picked up his phone to continue watching the final episode of Season 3 of “Shakugan no Shana.”

“May I sit here?” An elderly man with deep-set eyes stood beside him.

“Please,” Su Lin smiled at the elder and gestured for Wu Zhongcheng to stand down. “Is Headmaster Anghe dining here today too?”

“Mm. Today I’m treating—invited some students from the Cassell Academy to dine here,” Anghe pulled out a chair and sat, glancing at his watch. “About thirty minutes left. I prefer arriving early.”

“Good habit. Order whatever you like—don’t be polite. It’s not my bill,” Su Lin offered politely, then picked up his phone again, not intending to engage Anghe further.

“Headmaster?!” Wu Yuxiang’s voice rang out, laced with surprise.

Anghe wasn’t surprised; he smiled at Wu Yuxiang like a kind elder. “Delighted to see you here, Miss Wu Yuxiang.”

“I remember you and Lu Mingfei both chose Dragon Clan History—I taught you.”

“Yes,” Wu Yuxiang nodded awkwardly, then fell silent, nervous as she sat down.

After all, the academy trained them to slay dragons—and she’d defected to become a Vanguard of the Black King.

“You too, Headmaster?” Wu Yuxiang ventured cautiously; she thought it impossible—everyone in this circle knew Anghe’s hatred for the Dragon Clan.

“Wait a moment,” Anghe signaled a waiter, ordered a pot of black tea. When the waiter left, he said to Wu Yuxiang:

“I just happened to reserve a table here.”

“There’s a Cassell Academy gathering tonight.”

“Would you like to join?”

Wu Yuxiang shook her head. “Headmaster, it’s inappropriate.”

“What’s inappropriate? You’re a Cassell Academy student, outstanding enough, and a woman of suitable age,” Anghe said, opening the small red booklet.

“All the photos inside are of beautiful women: since your last reminder, we realized we’d neglected S-Class emotional needs for far too long.”

“To be honest, this gathering is to select an outstanding girlfriend for our S-Class.”

“You know Lu Mingfei—he’s your senior, a fine fellow, and single. I think you two should get to know each other.”

“Actually, last month when I reviewed the roster, you were the first name I saw—I thought you perfect. Too bad you weren’t at school,” Anghe paused. “Forgive me—you don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

Wu Zhongcheng and Wu Yuxiang both felt a profound absurdity; though unaware of the full picture, they knew this Supreme was none other than Lu Mingfei himself.

Su Lin, however, put down his phone, a smile curling on his lips, eyes sparkling with interest as he watched Anghe.

Anghe met his gaze, then smiled toward Wu Yuxiang.

He recalled the words of that young man named Kleine—haha, indeed, he was right.

“With all due respect, Headmaster…” Wu Yuxiang tried to speak, fearing she’d expose the Supreme’s identity—unaware that Anghe already knew.

“Also dining tonight are Lu Mingfei’s parents, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weinie—they’re both honorary alumni of our academy,” Anghe interrupted her. “Er—if you’re unwilling…”

Wu Zhongcheng slammed his hand on the table, face flushed. “I accept on behalf of Yuxiang!”

"Joining us for dinner are Lu Mingfei's parents, Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini; both are honorary alumni of our academy." Anre interrupted Wu Yuxiang, "er, if you'd rather not."

Wu Zhongcheng slammed his hand on the table, face flushed: "I accept on behalf of Yuxiang!"