novelraw Chapter 407 - 391: Does This Please You
Chapter 407 - 391: Does This Please You
Looking at the innocent and youthful faces of the students below the stage, and the proud, spirited yet tender faces on stage, Feng Mu felt a moment of bewilderment.
Once upon a time, wasn’t this the scene he most longed for?
He didn’t even need to stand on the stage; even if he were standing below, he might wake up laughing from a dream, but alas...
However, reality mercilessly pushed him away, and the dazzling lights never shone for him.
This world didn’t give him a chance; Destiny chose another path for him.
A path that devours its kind, and even more so, devours oneself... a road of blood and iron!
"Life has no do-overs, Destiny has no ’what ifs’; even if I were given another chance, I would still..."
Feng Mu laughed at himself, dispelling the unnecessary thoughts to the back of his mind, his lips forming a deep arc as he whispered to himself in his heart:
"I would still choose to enter that abandoned warehouse, devour raw iron and bathe in blood to be reborn because brightness is but an illusory flower in the mirror and moon in the water, and darkness is the real and unending stage."
In the next moment, perhaps it was the attraction of shared blood, but Feng Mu’s gaze was seemingly drawn by an invisible force, crossing the crowd, falling on the girl with a high ponytail on the stage.
It was a fair and sweet face, with proud and fierce eyes, scorching like brightness.
In an instant, suspended mid-air on the stage, the face with the high ponytail seemed to sense something too, sweeping lightly across the crowd, spotting Feng Mu in an instant.
The moment their gazes met in mid-air, it was as if the clamor of the entire world froze in that instant.
Separated by an unbridgeable height, neither’s lips moved, not a word was said, but somehow, they seemed to telepathically understand the voice hidden under each other’s façade.
"Why is my useless brother here, do you see the position I stand on, it’s one you can’t reach even if you strain your neck."
Feng Yuhuai looked down, her sweet face hiding a certain chilling cruelty in her eyes, as if wanting to peel away flesh and bone, as though looking at a plate of boneless chicken feet.
Feng Mu did not move, not even lifting an eyebrow.
He stood there, seemingly unaffected by his sister’s gaze, yet his eyes held a faint, eerie gleam as if viewing a plate of dessert.
His lips curved into a gentle and doting smile, whispering softly to himself:
"My foolish Imoto, standing at the center of the stage, enjoying this fleeting and illusory glory, does it truly make you so happy?"
When the siblings locked gazes, neither noticed Feng Ju, grinning with pride at a corner of the field.
To participate in his daughter’s first glorious moment at the center of the stage, Feng Ju had not pursued advancement today, he did not go after [Mask].
He gave the remaining less than half of the [Mask] list one more day of respite; who knows how many [Mask] lived one more day because of Feng Yuhuai, this is all due to Feng Yuhuai’s merit.
Feng Ju stood on the edge of the crowd, like a forgotten observer, yet carrying a certain secret pride.
The sunlight filtering through the cracks of Upper City’s base stretched his shadow long, like a deformed tether connecting the stage and below.
Feng Ju’s face showed the look of a father with a profound sense of fulfillment.
That smile carried a trace of the vicissitudes of life, a trace of relief, and a trace of indescribable complex emotions.
His gaze followed the figure with the high ponytail on stage, as if watching his life’s pride and progress interwoven into a masterpiece.
Today is a day worthy of celebration for his daughter; Feng Yuhuai making it to the finals already filled Feng Ju with great surprise, and if she could go further, claim the top spot then...
Feng Ju’s lips trembled, and in his mind, a series of fantasies emerged like a tide—if Yuhuai could go further, stand at the peak of that stage, claim the top spot... what glory that would be?!
Thinking of this, Feng Ju’s lips started trembling slightly, as if he could already see the scene of that sacred moment:
His daughter, blazing her trail, defeating all opponents, becoming the champion amidst the cheers of the entire audience, looked up to by countless people, and then bringing him onto the stage to share the honor with filial piety.
Feng Ju’s face flushed slightly, his gaze following the moving figure on the stage, filled with expectation and prayer, almost making it tangible.
He murmured softly, as if speaking to himself, as if conveying this great paternal love to the filial daughter on stage:
"Yuhuai, you carry the hopes of the entire family, today is your stage, go and fully display your dazzling brilliance, Dad is always proud of you!!!"
Standing behind Feng Ju, Dong Ping also looked up at the stage above.
For some time, the declining loyalty in his heart suddenly halted and began to recover slightly at that moment.
"Although Captain Feng is... towards his son, Captain Feng’s daughter is trained really well, there are still aspects of Captain Feng worth my following and learning."
Dong Ping temporarily extinguished the thought of disloyalty and silently reflected on himself.
Not far away, Li Shang, wearing a blue and white uniform, maintaining campus order and inspecting for potential hazards, suddenly had his pupils shrink.
He seemed to see a new friend.
"It’s Feng Mu, why is he here?"
Li Shang’s scalp tingled instinctively, for his new friend’s recent movements indeed brought a shadow of death.
Everywhere he passed, a case would occur, almost the detective’s favorite Constitution.
Even though those were all suicides or accidents, yet...
Li Shang took a deep breath, suppressing all kinds of terrifying thoughts in his heart, glancing at Chang Erbing, then quickly squeezing through the crowd toward Feng Mu.
Chang Erbing was stunned for a moment, then turned and glanced, changing his expression immediately, hurriedly jogging to catch up with Li Shang.
"Captain Li, you’re here too?"
As the distance closed, Feng Mu saw Li Shang, his face showing a harmless smile, even with a touch of genuine warmth.
Li Shang looked at Feng Mu, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Gong Qi’s seemingly mocking smile, feeling slightly relieved, at least he didn’t see that large and terrifying giant around.
Li Shang barely formed a smile, lowering his voice, saying:
"There are cameras all over here today, you better not..."
Li Shang paused, remembering their deep friendship, held back the advice at the tip of his tongue and swallowed it, gritting his teeth, looking around at the densely packed cameras, sternly saying:
"Here’s the deal, whoever you want to deal with, after the school celebration and joint exams end perfectly, tell me, I’ll help you sort it out, guarantee it will be clean and seamless, okay?"