Lu Mingfei leaned close to Amon and lowered his voice. "Senior, what's wrong?"
"Come teach me how to play StarCraft! I have to show this guy what I'm made of." Amon patted him on the shoulder. "Now is the time to put your specialty to work!"
Lu Mingfei looked up and saw Professor Schneider pacing anxiously before the console. The other students all wore solemn expressions, holding their breath as they stared at the pitch-black main screen. He rubbed his fingers together hesitantly. "Is this... really appropriate?"
In the original story, he had been able to play StarCraft with NOMA at a time like this without the slightest guilt because he had always considered himself a useless nobody who had wandered into a genius club by mistake. If the sky fell, the real elites would naturally be there to hold it up.
But now, under Amon's day-after-day urging, a subtle change was taking place. He was gradually realizing that even if he was not S-Class, he ought to at least be A-Class. Those "tall people" who had once seemed impossibly distant now included him as well.
Moreover, he had found a sense of belonging at Kassel. Those sincere applause and acknowledgments had let him experience the feeling of being respected for the first time in his life. Like duckweed that had drifted for ages finally putting down roots, he had begun to truly integrate into this bizarre and wondrous family.
A sense of responsibility and honor grew in his heart, driving him to take a more active part in Kassel's affairs.
Amon looked at Lu Mingfei in mild surprise, an approving smile appearing on his face.
The corner of his lips curled up as his fingers tapped out crisp sounds on the keyboard. "It's a good thing that you recognize