Chapter Seven: Leftovers for the Family Dog

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Ye Sheng looked at Jiu Deya Ji, still trembling slightly in his arms from shock, and at Nono lying on the sofa in a baby-like sleep in the distance. He asked once again,
“So, they’re just overly frightened and will be fine after some rest?”

Lu Mingfei nodded and added,
“If you know a reliable psychologist, you could also get some therapy or medication to prevent any lingering effects.”

Gudlian rubbed his hands together and said,
“That’s easy. Our school has a dedicated psychological counselor who regularly provides mental health guidance to every student, ensuring their psychological well-being.”

At this point, Lu Mingfei’s suspicions were nearly confirmed—Cassell Academy must have some connection to supernatural forces.

Power is always linked with danger and death. If it were simply an ordinary academic university, would it be necessary to provide psychological counseling to everyone?

The real question was how Cassell Academy had so precisely found him.

But it didn’t matter much—if he could do the job, great; if not, he could just run.

Gudlian handed over a large stack of documents for Lu Mingfei to sign. Having honed excellent reading skills from studying magic books, Lu Mingfei glanced through them casually, found no issues, and signed his name one after another.

While signing, he casually asked,
“One last question. How did you find me? My resume is pretty ordinary.”

“Overall potential! Great promise!” Gudlian replied firmly. “Of course, your parents happen to be honorary alumni of ours and have donated to the academy. Given equal conditions, we prioritize admitting children of alumni.”

“So I really am a legacy.”

That remark flustered Gudlian, who blushed and defended himself,
“No, no! We truly admitted you based on your personal potential. I’m even allocating an annual scholarship of $36,000 from my own funds—enough for all four years of college! Can legacies get scholarships that high?”

Legacies usually get scholarships even more easily.

Lu Mingfei said nothing in reply. A $36,000 sponsor per year, with today’s purchasing power, could easily cover more than just college tuition—if the channels were right, it could even buy a few human sacrifices annually for some extraterrestrial overlord.

Gudlian slapped his forehead, then pulled out a photo and a letter from his pocket:
“I heard your parents have been busy with important research, traveling worldwide. Here’s a photo of them and a letter your mother wrote to the academy about you. Nono just fainted, and I almost forgot to give these to you.”

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After signing, Lu Mingfei took the photo and glanced at it;

The picture showed a summer garden, with Cassell Academy faintly visible in the sunset in the distance. In the foreground, amidst lush green vines, a man and woman looked warmly into each other’s eyes, smiling gently.

Clearly, a private moment between two people who seemed to have long put aside the fact that they had a child together.

He then unfolded the brief letter, which was obviously typed, not handwritten:

Dear Principal Anger,

It’s been a long time since we last contacted you. I hope you are as well as ever.

We likely won’t see each other for quite some time—the latest research has made it impossible for us to leave.

There is one favor I’d like to ask. My child, Lu Mingfei, has just turned eighteen. He’s a smart boy; maybe his grades aren’t the best, but we believe he will achieve academically. If possible, please assist Cassell Academy in admitting him.

Unable to say this to him personally, I entrust you to convey that his mother and father love him.

Sincerely,
Giovanni

Lu Mingfei chuckled bitterly.

He was laughing out of anger.

Those two damn parents left him to endure cold stares at his aunt’s house, treated like wild grass by the rich and privileged at the aristocratic school, scrounging for a bottle of nutritional drink from others.

When the time came, they handed him over to the Cassell Academy—a place they both knew was tied to supernatural powers and filled with madness and danger.

He was like a part on an automated machine; those two pressed a button and left. After being assembled into a usable state, he was thrown onto the market.

Meanwhile, they lived well and showed no sign of aging all these years.

Disgusting.

Some kind-hearted people, when living poorly themselves, hope others fare better, and can survive by receiving even a little love and hope as charity.

Whether it was his aunt’s perfunctory biased care, his parents’ hypocritical concern, or the somewhat calculating Chen Wenwen, weren’t they all raising Lu Mingfei this way?

He used to be like a domesticated mutt, satisfied with scraps and leftovers, happily carefree every day.

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But people change. The kind-hearted Lu Mingfei could never survive in that damp, cold, dark otherworld, where not a morsel of leftover food was to be found—so he died.

The person who “resurrected” in his body was greedy, cruel, and selfish.

He didn’t need anyone’s charity.

What he wanted, he took himself. If others refused, he would deceive, steal, and even fight to take it.

Anyone who dared to offer him leftovers would find the entire plate smashed on their head.

Without hesitation, Lu Mingfei tore up the photo and letter that the kind-hearted version of himself would have treasured, and tossed the fragments like trash into the bin beneath the desk, his expression still relaxed, as if he had just eaten a salmon roll.

Though a bit absent-minded, Gudlian’s innocent nature made him highly sensitive to others’ emotions. He clearly sensed Lu Mingfei’s impatience and hurried to explain,
“Mingfei, your parents really…”

“Professor Gudlian,” Lu Mingfei interrupted the well-meaning elder, “Any other documents? If not, I’ll be going.”

Gudlian glanced at Lu Mingfei’s impassive face like a child caught doing wrong, then produced a slip of paper with a number written on it:
“One last thing. This number connects directly to Cassell Academy. They will formally ask if you accept the admission, and only your personal answer will take effect.

If you say ‘yes,’ the academy will arrange everything for you. If you say ‘no,’ the signed documents become void, and the academy’s gates will close to you forever. Mingfei, please consider carefully before answering.”

“I understand,” Lu Mingfei nodded.

The scene fell into an eerie silence; none of the three sober men present spoke.

Ye Sheng, who had been quietly tending to Jiu Deya Ji nearby, reminded,
“Lu Mingfei, your enrollment process is complete. You may leave now.”

Lu Mingfei took another sip of lemon juice:
“I know. I’ll just cool off in the air conditioning a bit before I go.”

After the cold war with his aunt, penniless and with nowhere proper to go, this was the love from his two so-called parents.