When Erii's "Mingming, I came to find you" drifted in from the classroom door, the entire class fell silent—as if everyone's sharp intake of breath had sucked the air dry, creating a brief vacuum.
Dozens of eyes darted back and forth between Erii and Lu Mingfei—looking at one, then the other, as though comparing two puzzle pieces to see whether they fit together.
Some gazes also landed on Zero.
Holy crap, two rich girls had transferred here for the same guy? What kind of Japanese anime plot was this?
Their expressions shifted from shock to confusion, from confusion to resentment, and finally froze into a complicated disappointment mixed with envy, jealousy, and hate.
Lu Mingfei, you really deserved to die!
The boys' gazes in the classroom were like a swarm of enraged hornets, buzzing as they stung Lu Mingfei—what was so great about this guy? Why were beautiful girls with that kind of presence flocking to him like bees drawn to flowers?
His grades were average, his looks weren't particularly outstanding, his athletic ability was so-so, and he even stumbled over his words whenever he answered questions in class. Why him?
Because he looked more world-weary when he walked?
Because he looked more vacant than everyone else when he stared into space?
Some people even imagined an extraordinary background behind Lu Mingfei's apparent ordinariness—maybe he was a wealthy young master living under an assumed name; maybe he had saved some important person's life as a child; maybe his father was actually the CEO of some multinational corporation; maybe ancient blood ran through his veins.
After imagining this and that, their thoughts still boiled down to one sentence—Lu Mingfei, you really deserved to die!
Su Xiaoqiang's eyes widened. She was close enough to hear Lu Mingfei's nearly inaudible "Erii," and a