"Come on, Lu Mingfei." In the bathroom of Wanda Cinema, Lu Mingfei cheered himself up in front of the mirror. The man in the mirror looked haggard and pale, with dark circles under his eyes. This was the result of staying up late to play games. Old Tang was particularly stubborn about some things. He had been dragging him to the top of the list last night. In his words, brothers are like hands and feet, and women are like clothes. Lu Mingfei is unlikely to catch up with the goddess, but Old Tang can be Mingming's lifelong gaming partner. Lu Mingfei should weigh the importance of which one. Lu Mingfei said that he could live with missing arms and legs, but he couldn't go out without clothes. That would be streaking, and he would be arrested by the police for violating the Public Security Administration Law and put in jail. He was still young and it was not worth it to leave a criminal record. Old Tang said that he wanted to rush to him and slap him twice to wake him up, and also popularized the legal knowledge that streaking would not leave a criminal record. This made Lu Mingfei wonder whether he should sign a life and death agreement for himself, so that he could let go of himself after his confession failed and leave an unforgettable memory for his youth. However, considering his skinny figure and his unspecial strengths, as well as the surge in netizens and the emerging live broadcast industry in recent years, Lu Mingfei gave up this idea that might be tempting in the eyes of a pervert. But he still stayed with Lao Tang for a night. There was no way, the bad guy had too few friends. So few that an online friend he had never met could make him play games all night under the pressure of confessing to Chen Wenwen tomorrow.
It was also partly because he was not good at rejecting people, and people who were kind were bullied. The vibration of the mobile phone brought Lu Mingfei back to reality. He patted his face with his shaking hands, trying to make his pale face a little rosy. He came in a hurry and didn't have time to rent a suit. Now confessing in this bad way was a life-or-death situation, but he should do it if there was a glimmer of hope! Go, go, go! A good man never admits to being a coward. He has been a coward for long enough, it's time to be strong! Lu Mingfei picked up his phone, and a text message came from an unfamiliar number, with no address. "You play the game well, would you consider becoming my henchman?" Henchman? Are there still people learning to play mafia games these days? The wave of "Young and Dangerous" has long passed. Now, having holes in your pants, piercing your ears, and talking and walking in a shabby manner will not make others think you are cool, but will only make people think you are a mentally ill young man with a problem. Brother, don't be so different! Lu Mingfei was not angry. It was not appropriate to get angry on such an important occasion today. He sent a smiley face with a request. "Brother, I want to confess today, bless me." Soon, he received a brief reply. "Okay." "Thank you!" A good start? The idiots who sent harassing text messages were willing to give him a face, so there was no reason why Chen Wenwen would not. Although he was not Red Hair Shanks without the face fruit, he was also Lu Fei plus the sun and the moon. Just two words, awesome! Lu Mingfei put away his phone, straightened his chest and abdomen, and raised his chin in front of the mirror, trying to make himself look more imposing. Classmate Zhao Menghua walked into the bathroom, "What are you doing?" "Uh... my neck is a little sore and I want to move it. Do you look like Er Qiao (the male protagonist of the second season of "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure")?"
"Like Don Quixote." Menghua handed him a bag, "Clothes, change into them when you give a speech later. Chen Wenwen said that the speech should be more formal." The bag contained a two-button Korean black suit and a white shirt, and a black narrow tie. The size was just right for Lu Mingfei's thin figure. He was a little touched. Zhao Menghua had always been the one who looked down on him the most in the class. He didn't expect that he would actually help him today. What a good person! After Zhao Menghua left, Lu Mingfei quickly changed into a suit. The cheap one-size-fits-all clothes didn't fit his body well, but they were much more presentable than the clothes he was wearing. A good start x2! This advantage is in him! "What are you going to do?" A female voice startled Lu Mingfei. He turned his head and saw the "little goddess" Su Xiaoqiang in the class standing in front of the bathroom door, staring at him coldly. He screamed in fear, hugged his chest with his hands and raised his right leg, looking like a good woman being seen naked by a bully. "When did you come?" "Before you changed your clothes anyway." "Then you saw me naked." Lu Mingfei blurted out, feeling a little embarrassed at the same time, secretly glad that there was no underwear in the clothes prepared by Zhao Menghua. Su Xiaoqiang did not answer, but looked at Lu Mingfei from top to bottom with contempt, and those beautiful eyes clearly showed disdain for Lu Mingfei's skinny figure. "I hope you can catch up with Chen Wenwen, but you have no chance now." "Well, I know, and I hope you can catch up with Zhao Menghua soon." Lu Mingfei grinned. Such a non-aggressive reply made the usually arrogant little goddess speechless. She could only snort and leave in anger. He walked into the screening room and saw the two brothers Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao who were looking at him with an inexplicable look. They were wearing the same suits as him, and their fat bodies propped up the suits like two lowercase "o"s "You will stand in that position to give a speech later." Zhao Menghua pointed to a piece of copy paper in front of the screen and said, "Just stand there, don't block the screen, and the photos of the literature club will be shown on the big screen later." Lu Mingfei felt a knot in his heart. The first mistake of the day appeared. He replaced his uncle's Zhonghua with two packs of fake ones, one pack was returned and one pack was given to the projectionist, hoping that the uncle could show a touching scene at the right time. Now the plan has gone down the drain, and he doesn't know what to do next. His head was a little painful after staying up late, and now it was even more blank. He was pushed onto the stage a little helplessly, and his ambitions were immediately reduced by half. What to do? Should he continue with the plan and shout to the world "Chen Wenwen, I like you"? A strong light suddenly came on, and the projector turned on. Lu Mingfei closed his eyes subconsciously, but he didn't feel that the light was dazzling. He raised his head, the projector adjusted the angle, and the strong light hit the top of the projection room, illuminating the dark projection room softly and gracefully. At the same time, he heard Zhao Menghua's roar. "What the hell!? The light should be on the stage now!"
Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at Zhao Menghua, who was holding a bunch of roses, with a livid face. He loudly rebuked the projectionist for being unprofessional and questioned what he wanted to do. He turned his head blankly and saw Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao standing on his left hand side like two bowling pins, and there was a huge English letter "L" on his left hand side, motionless. I Love You! A few English letters that had been arranged long ago, combined with himself and the two brothers of the Xu family, combined to form the English I love you, combined with Zhao Menghua's words "should be played on the stage"... Lu Mingfei looked at Chen Wenwen, the girl was as quiet and beautiful as always, with doubts on her face, and a little uneasy, as if she was also wondering what went wrong. He looked at the people around him again, everyone's face was full of doubts about the current situation, but they took it for granted that they were acting like themselves and the huge English letters that should not appear on the stage. Lu Mingfei felt his body getting colder and colder, from his heart to his fingertips, his consciousness followed him away, as if everything in the world was irrelevant. He understood. This was not a farewell to the Art Department, but Zhao Menghua's high-profile confession to Chen Wenwen. It was probably rehearsed or told to the actors in advance. Everyone knew what would happen today, except him. Amid the noise, a cry of "Wow" brought Lu Mingfei back to his senses. He raised his head and saw the "little goddess" covering her face and running away. Only then did he slowly think that not only he, but also the proud little goddess was kept in the dark. Two idiots. Two losers. The only difference is that the female dog is beautiful, has excellent grades, a wealthy family, and a pair of parents who love her. As long as she no longer likes Zhao Menghua, she can become a proud little goddess again. And he has nothing. Lu Mingfei showed a bitter smile. In fact, he also felt that Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen were more suitable than him. He looked average, had an average figure, and struggled to pass the passing line. He was considered a half-dead otaku... Even his parents were away from home all year round and could not support him. The money they sent back every year was divided up by his uncle and aunt's family. The money became his uncle's new BMW, his aunt's gambling money at the card table, and Lu Mingze's capital for squandering at school, while he ran errands and did housework for a little bit of money flowing out of his fingernails. Fatigue surged like a tide, and Lu Mingfei's spine collapsed for a second. I know you are busy, flying around the world all day, but your son is bullied outside, can't you come back occasionally to support your son? Even if you don't support him, just give me a hug and let me cry, is it that difficult? I can understand your work, why can't you understand and sympathize with me? Lu Mingfei felt a little sore in his eyes, and he tried to raise his head to look at the illuminated ceiling to prevent himself from crying, which would be too miserable. For this confession, he rejected Kassel's admission, Professor Guderian and Nono, and rejected the opportunity that might be a turning point in his life, but in return he was mocked. Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is that Zhao Menghua's confession process also went wrong? Why did it go wrong? Lu Mingfei thought sadly and tiredly, and he saw several staff members coming forward from the corner of his eye, moving the letters next to him while driving away the chubby Xu brothers. "What are you doing? Don't touch us!" Xu Yanyan and Xu Miaomiao, who were driven away, scolded in dissatisfaction, but the staff was particularly tough. Zhao Menghua, who was already upset, had blue veins on his face and shouted angrily. "What are you doing? I paid for it!!" A middle-aged man in a suit came over and gave Zhao Menghua a polite and formal smile.
"Sorry, the contract is invalid. Your money will be returned later." "What do you mean, you want to breach the contract!?" Zhao Menghua widened his eyes and looked at the eyes of his classmates. He felt embarrassed and his face flushed. Shilan Middle School is an aristocratic school. There are many high-ranking young men in it. He is the best among them. He is very good in grades, sports and family background. How can he bear such grievances? "Call your manager over here!" "I'm so sorry." The middle-aged man's expression did not change at all, and he said with a fake smile: "Someone bought this cinema not long ago. The new owner does not accept private screenings. The penalty will be paid to your account, but I'm sorry we can no longer serve you." Zhao Menghua's lips trembled with anger, "Do you know who my father is?" "You are welcome to introduce yourself. The new owner will probably be happy to come and apologize." The middle-aged man was still not in a hurry. His action made Zhao Menghua's blood rushing up and stopped. He looked at the middle-aged man in doubt and gradually regained his rationality. Wanda Cinema is a cinema chain brand under Wanda Group and an important part of the cultural industry. Even if a single person wants to buy it, he must send an application to the Wanda Group headquarters for negotiation. The procedures and processes are all very troublesome. He just booked the theater yesterday and completed the acquisition in less than a day. The buyer's background should not be underestimated. His family may not be able to afford to offend him. In addition, the attitude of the middle-aged man... Although Zhao Menghua may not be worthy of the honor of "Chu Zihang No. 2", he is not brain-stem missing. His cheeks twitched twice and he apologized to his classmates with a gloomy face. "I'm sorry, everyone. There was an accident. Let's go to another place to get together. I will pay for all the subsequent consumption." The classmates in the audience were stunned by this change, but they quickly reacted and agreed with one another. "Boss Zhao is so generous, so open-minded!" "It's okay, it's okay to gather anywhere, it's the same." "In fact, we have wanted to change places for a long time, but it's unfair to my sister-in-law..." As soon as these words came out, many people looked at Chen Wenwen. The girl with a literary temperament blushed and seemed a little embarrassed, but she did not refute, just lowered her head slightly, and looked quiet and weak. Being coaxed by everyone, Zhao Menghua felt a little relieved. When he looked up, Lu Mingfei was still standing there stupidly on the stage, holding his head up and not moving. The staff who had just driven people away and cleaned up the props seemed to have forgotten him there. This was normal, after all, Lu Mingfei was inconspicuous. Zhao Menghua's mood, which had just calmed down a little, exploded again. Or was it because he found a punching bag? He glanced at the middle-aged man standing in front of him with a smile. "Let's go, Lu Mingfei! You idiot! Didn't you see that others are chasing people away? Pack up and move to another place." "Excuse me, sir, you may have made a mistake." The middle-aged man who had always been indifferent to Zhao Menghua smiled slightly, then bowed respectfully to Lu Mingfei in the surprised eyes of everyone, and raised his voice at the same time. "Mr. Lu Mingfei is the only guest here." His words seemed to freeze time, and everyone in the audience lost their voices, including Lu Mingfei who was standing stupidly on the stage. The lights in the projection room lit up one after another, and the central computer, which was comparable to the final decisive weapon, exerted its great power and hacked into the control system thousands of miles away. The lights turned in direction and adjusted the angle, and beams of light hit Lu Mingfei, making him shine. Everyone's eyes followed the lights to Lu Mingfei, and before they could react, a melodious piano sounded.
Multiple violinists dressed in well-dressed suits and played the famous Meditation from the opera "Thais" by French composer Jules Massenet. The tune was soothing and melodious, which could calm people's hearts, and also carried a touch of sadness and deep emotions. At some point, both sides of the screening room were full of people holding various flowers in their hands. The flowers in each person's hands were different, roses, tulips, lilies, lilacs, roses, violets... The flower language of each flower is different, but they are all bouquets suitable for confession. There is only one word to describe them. That is, love. The young man in the uniform of the theater staff stepped forward and handed the middle-aged man a bouquet of gorgeous roses that crushed the number of Zhao Menghua's hands. The middle-aged man then handed it to Lu Mingfei. "There's not much good stuff in the nearby flower shops. Time is running out and we can only get this little bit. If you're not satisfied, you can airfreight roses from Bulgaria now. That's the country of roses. We can definitely find flowers that barely meet your taste, but it may take a little longer." "No... no, this is good enough." Lu Mingfei stuttered as he took the roses. His mind was in a mess and his brain crashed on the spot. What the hell, what's going on? What should I do? How come the world that always treated him coldly suddenly became humble and everyone started to serve him. The people in the audience were all petrified. Facing such a magical scene, they collectively lost their voices and fell into a state of doubting their lives. Even Chen Wenwen looked at the boy under the spotlight in a daze with surprise on her face. This...is this the kind of show that Lu Mingfei can make? Are they dreaming? Even if Tokyo TV doesn't broadcast anime, it's more real than it is now, right? The phone in Lu Mingfei's pocket vibrated. He picked it up in a trance. A steady and powerful male voice with a bit of interest came from the other end of the phone. "Please check the blessing you ordered."