My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 801 - 481: The Characters in the Drama

"This... this is not scientific..."

Watching Hu Yonghua mumbling to himself with a dazed look, Hu Yifei couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

"Dad, see, I told you earlier, this guy’s not your average expert.

Never mind that you’re a would-be professional player, I bet even professionals would face the same outcome."

Joking aside, on Zhongnan Mountain, he overpowered all competitors, the Meng Clan’s famous tricks were renowned in martial arts.

Did the title of the world’s number one master come for nothing?

Although Hu Yifei didn’t have much experience sparring with experts, he definitely had a lot of fighting experience.

He knew that wanting to knock down multiple experts with one kick from the front, especially when they were prepared...

The nerve reaction, eyesight, body coordination would have to far exceed ordinary people.

And these are precisely the key talents needed for table tennis...

Hu Yonghua couldn’t refute Hu Yifei’s words.

Even when facing professional players, he never got a clean sweep like today.

After reaching the bureau level, it was even rarer to have defeats.

This young man really doesn’t have an ounce of respect for the old and young...

"Are you sure... he’s really not a professional player?" Hu Yonghua’s face looked strange.

"If I say he’s an insurance salesman with a degree in Chinese studies, would you believe it?

The sports he posts most on social media are probably just jogging with the elderly in the park, right?" novelbuddy-cσ๓

Hu Yonghua’s expression became even stranger.

As a professional, he naturally knew that the other’s ball skills had already completely surpassed the average hobbyist level.

And he was so young.

Unless he had been practicing for years from a young age with exceptional talent, it wouldn’t be possible to have a level that crushed him...

Besides, when they met not long ago, he was clearly a beginner who knew nothing.

But today... you’d believe if someone said he was a national team main player!

He certainly suspected that the other person had held back his strength back then, pretending to be harmless while secretly strong.

But what for?

To devise such a meticulous plan, manufacture an encounter to create suspense, just to show off in front of him today?

Besides, he knew his own business.

That day, it was just on a whim that he played a game with Secretary Li, even the schedule for that day was changed at the last minute.

He really couldn’t figure out who could foresightfully arrange that encounter.

But if it was a coincidence... that wouldn’t make sense either!

A clearly first-time encounter, was there a need to deliberately hide one’s strength and show off afterwards?

Just to create an extreme contrast in character?

Even though Hu Yonghua was a veteran of officialdom, known to be resourceful, his brain was buzzing at this moment...

This guy doesn’t play by the rules... there’s no way to make sense of it!

He completely didn’t consider the "people change in three days" situation.

After all, a person who was a table tennis beginner not long ago suddenly becoming a master in dozens of days feels too much like a tall tale...

"Dad, let’s not dwell on your table tennis, didn’t you invite him over today to discuss business?

You ended up discussing poetry and sparring in ball skills without a word about business before he left.

I’m telling you now, don’t make me invite him again next time!

Just because you’re a mayor doesn’t mean he, as carefree as he is, would want to meet you!"

Hu Yonghua rolled his eyes at his own son.

"Who said we didn’t discuss business, we talked about it early on!"

"Huh?" Hu Yifei looked bewildered, "Did we? What did we talk about?"

"That’s why... I agree that you shouldn’t take the official path..."

Hu Yonghua shook his head, too lazy to bother with him, and turned to leave.

A Linjiang Immortal, his attitude was clear.

A sparring in ball skills, his skills were demonstrated.

The attitude and skills were both understood, what more did you want to test?

Truly delve into the "thousand-year family secrets"?

Whether or not you can find them out is another matter, but it’s clear that the other party doesn’t want to have too much to do with you, especially after helping the Hu family so much...

At this stage, to continue being cluelessly bothersome would truly be unwise.

Some things, though nothing is said, everything is understood...

For people who don’t understand, it’s all confusing clouds, but those who understand know the essence within.

The way of officialdom is all about knowing when to stop, seeing through without speaking through.

Truly, when it comes to speaking through, it’s often when things come to a final showdown...

"Insurance salesman? Haha! Truly interesting..."

Hu Yifei looked at his dad shaking his head and leaving with hands behind, utterly bewildered.

"This is inexplicable..."

...

"Hmm! Not bad!"

At First-class Residence, Meng Lang returned home and after searching for a long time, finally hung that Linjiang Immortal in an inconspicuous corner of the study room.

He looked it up and down, and nodded with satisfaction.

The writing was ugly, but the key was who signed it.

Having a mayor’s calligraphy hanging at home couldn’t ward off spirits, but it could scare away pesky little ghosts...

"Ding-dong~"

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it?" Meng Lang opened the door, only to see Lin Haitang standing charmingly in front of him.

Today she wore black stockings and a professional OL outfit, seemingly just returning from work.

"Haitang? Is it dinner time?" Meng Lang curiously checked the time.

"No, I came to talk to you about the AI lawyer thing, last time we talked for ages but discussed nothing important..."

The other day in the car, Lin Haitang was made strangely flustered by Meng Lang’s bizarre question about "old photos," that by the end, she almost forgot how she’d fled in a hurry.

The AI lawyer promotion plan she originally wanted to discuss with Meng Lang wasn’t mentioned at all in the end.

After two days of hesitation, she realized avoiding him wasn’t a solution, so she finally, reluctantly, knocked on Meng Lang’s room door...

"Did you come to find me just to talk about work?"

"What else would we talk about?"

Of course, we’d talk about our relationship that transcends space and friendship...

Meng Lang looked at her helplessly.

"I already told you, you guys can decide on this yourselves. I’m an outsider; how can I offer any advice..."

"You started this; now you want to be hands-off?

Besides, although you’re a bit unreliable usually, in crucial moments, you’re quite dependable..."

Lin Haitang seemed unaccustomed to giving compliments, and her voice grew quieter.

"Haha!" Upon hearing this, Meng Lang couldn’t help but laugh.

Could it be that after twenty years, your trust in me has only increased?

"Alright, come in then." Meng Lang stepped aside partway.

"Mm..." Lin Haitang looked down at herself, then glanced into the room, as if something had crossed her mind, and she coughed lightly.

"Ahem! I can’t watch this, let’s take a walk around the community, it’s cooler outside."

Meng Lang: "..."

Okay, I take back my previous comment...

...

The distant sunset left only a hint of afterglow, as residents in the community returned home with their children, adding a homely touch more than usual.

The sky was clear, and a faint full moon appeared at the horizon, with the sun and moon shining together.

"The simulated court test the day before yesterday greatly enhanced our confidence in the ’Chief of the Disciplinary Court.’ Our next step is to have it participate in the upcoming national judicial exams, and possibly public trials, gradually gaining public recognition..."

The two strolled along the tree-lined path in the community, listening to Lin Haitang’s soft whispering, while Meng Lang’s thoughts involuntarily drifted to that distant future.

The deliberately suppressed inexplicable emotions suddenly surged in his heart again...

[You are always pessimistic, just like when we began to promote AI lawyers back then.

You said starting is easy, but persisting is often too hard.

A hundred people might begin, but perhaps only one will persist until the end.

Today is cruel, tomorrow will be crueler, but the day after tomorrow will be beautiful, though countless people fell on the eve of tomorrow...

In your life, there is no heroism, only continuous efforts...

However, I believe there is only one type of heroism in the world, which is, after seeing the essence of life, still loving it.

Staying true to your original intention leads to achieving your goals.

Therefore, no matter what difficulties and obstacles I encounter, I will not regret my choices nor submit to fate.

As for... what is the "destiny" you speak of?

Perhaps it’s the alignment of a certain moment in life.

Maybe it’s one most unexpected outcome among many struggles and efforts.

Impossible to design and capture...

"No!!!"

As my vision gradually blurred, your desperate scream gradually faded in my ears, yet the warmth from your five fingers was so clear, just like when we walked into the civil affairs bureau together...

I think the corners of my mouth must be smiling.

"Thank you, it has always been you..."

You said everyone is actually a book.

Then I think, meeting you is the most beautiful page of mine...]

"Hey! Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

The soft complaint in my ear brought me back to my senses, the clamor of the real world becoming clear again...

"Um... It’s nothing."

"What’s wrong? I felt your expression was a bit off just now."

"What was off?"

Lin Haitang looked at him, "I can’t say exactly, it just felt... a bit murderous?"

Emm...

The hatred of stealing a wife, a bit of murder... quite normal, right?

Meng Lang helplessly stretched out both hands, trying to smooth the faint ferocity on his face.

He finally understood why unexpected situations like "ghostwriting" occurred.

Perhaps, with his judgment clouded by anger, the future world line...

Had already lost its reference value...

He dared not imagine the kind of brutal fight he’d engage in against the Night Demon Clan, or what kind of Ashura battlefield the world would turn into if he lost his sanity.

Looking at Lin Haitang, who appeared concerned in front of him, Meng Lang smiled.

"I’m fine, I just thought, maybe you’re right, some things need someone to do them.

It’s not heroism, just continuous efforts.

No one is an exception..."

"Ah? What?"

"Nothing, by the way, once you’re done with this period, let’s head to Beijing, I’ll treat you to a meal at the Beijing Hotel then."

"Huh?"

Since conservative strategies entail all kinds of surprises, why not adopt a more aggressive strategy...

The moment he made the decision, Meng Lang felt incredibly relieved, as if the clouds over his heart for days had been swept away.

He knew he shouldn’t be impulsive, that impatience in small matters upsets great plans, but...

We all understand the reasoning; it’s just that sometimes the story is too enticing, and emotions are at play...

It’s like we always want to view something with a detached, outsider’s attitude.

But in reality, we can’t truly be objective.

Because we are inherently part of the scenario, unable to truly stay out of it...

He looked up at the increasingly clear moon above the treetops and couldn’t help but sigh quietly.

The moon on the tree is the moon in the sky, the person before your eyes is the one in your heart.

The heart is always that of a spectator, but what to do when you are a part of the play...

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