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Chapter 126 - 104: Sending You Off to Play

Chapter 126: Chapter 104: Sending You Off to Play

Train station exit.

"Brother Lang! Keep in touch after returning to Su City!"

Until he got into the taxi, Lu Xiaoyi was still waving goodbye to him from the car window.

Looking at the business card in his hand, Meng Lang’s expression was somewhat helpless.

From a casual encounter to calling each other brothers, it had taken less than an hour. This Lu Xiaoyi, true to his profession as a client manager, would surely excel even if he joined their sales team.

He checked the time, just past three in the afternoon, then strode toward the nearby bus station.

Following the usual process of getting home, Meng Lang bought a ticket for the next available bus and entered the station.

As he passed by a stall selling children’s toys and snacks,

"Mommy! Mommy! I want this bubble machine!"

A little boy was tugging at a middle-aged woman’s hand and whining.

"Behave! We’re going to be on the bus soon, where can we play with that?"

The little boy pouted but was reluctantly pulled away.

Meng Lang paused his steps as he watched this scene.

He walked over to the stall to take a look and his eyes lit up slightly.

"Boss! Give me one of these.

Uh... and two bags of roasted chestnuts."

...

When Meng Lang placed his luggage on the bus, many people were already aboard, and the front rows were nearly full.

His ticket was for seat 17, quite at the back...

He glanced around, and in the first row sat four people, among them, coincidentally, the mother and son who wanted a toy earlier. It wouldn’t be right to separate them, would it?

He could only smile amiably at an uncle sitting on the right.

"Uncle, I get motion sickness and I’m afraid I might throw up in the bus. Could we switch seats? I am in seat 17.

I bought extra chestnuts and I can’t finish them. You can have them for some enjoyment on the bus."

The uncle looked like a farmer, his face honest. He quickly shook his head and pushed the bag of roasted chestnuts back when Meng Lang offered it.

"No worries, no worries! It’s just a small matter. When we’re traveling, who doesn’t have inconveniences? I’ll switch with you. I don’t need the chestnuts, I’ve brought my own food."

As he spoke, he reached for his luggage on the rack.

Meng Lang sighed inwardly.

Such a simple uncle... whose husband, whose father, and whose family’s backbone might he be?

"How could I let that happen, uncle? You really helped me out!"

Without listening to any more protests, he stuffed the chestnuts into the uncle’s hands.

The uncle, seeing the grateful expression on Meng Lang’s face, couldn’t refuse further and smiled naively, accepting it as if he really had done a big favor.

Only after Meng Lang settled down and took off his backpack did he notice a girl sitting beside him, staring at him with big eyes.

The girl had healthy wheat-colored skin, was about 170 cm tall, with neatly cut short hair, and dressed in a simple T-shirt that accentuated her figure. Her features were delicate, seemingly a college student on her way home.

Meng Lang smiled politely and nodded, then took out his phone and started browsing through Bitcoin related posts, peeling chestnuts contentedly.

In no time, he had eaten half the bag, filling his stomach halfway.

After half an hour of riding, the bus began to sway along the mountainous roads. The scenery around them transitioned from urban to lush, rugged mountains.

Perhaps due to some mental strain that afternoon, the bumpy ride suddenly made Meng Lang feel his eyelids grow heavy, and his head began to nod off.

Most people on the bus, having traveled all day, started to snore, making the environment even more conducive to sleep.

No, no!

If he fell asleep, and upon waking found himself in a freefall, that would be too much trouble.

If he slept, he could die!

With this alarming thought, Meng Lang forced his eyes wide open.

But fighting off drowsiness is not something you can simply will away. He couldn’t hold it off for even ten minutes before sleepiness surged again...

Just as he was considering using an extreme method like pricking his thigh to stay awake, a piece of mint candy was suddenly offered to him.

"Hmm?" Meng Lang turned his head in confusion and saw the girl beside him looking at him.

"Have it, it’ll wake you up!" the girl said with a smile.

"Uh... thanks!" Meng Lang said, somewhat dazedly accepting it.

Aren’t people usually quiet on buses to let others sleep comfortably?

Is it now fashionable to offer mint candy to stay awake? What’s this new tactic?

But mint to fight sleepiness was indeed what Meng Lang needed.

The candy gave him a refreshing cool breath, and sure enough, his mind felt much clearer.

As he ate the candy, he looked back at the girl beside him.

Could this person read minds, knowing I had to stay awake?

"That... do you want some chestnuts?" trying to return the favor, Meng Lang offered the remaining half bag of chestnuts to her.

"No need! When you’re out and about, it’s best not to eat things from strangers."

"Uh..."

Meng Lang was stunned. Who am I? Where am I? What am I chewing?

He awkwardly took back the chestnuts, finding the girl rather amusing.

Holding onto the idea that diverting attention can help stay awake and pass the time, he asked her with interest,

"Why did you give me mint candy? How did you know I didn’t want to sleep?"

"I didn’t know, I was just afraid you might really fall asleep," the girl said, as if it were obvious.

"Eh? Afraid I would sleep? Why?" Meng Lang was surprised.

Does my sleeping affect the bus speed?

"You don’t really get motion sickness, do you?" the girl looked at Meng Lang.

"This bus has been moving for over an hour now, particularly on the mountainous road. A person with motion sickness wouldn’t be scrolling on their phone and eating chestnuts as if nothing were wrong like you."

"Uh..." Meng Lang had no response, because she was right.

For people prone to motion sickness, using smartphones and eating are prohibited activities that would exacerbate their discomfort.

Seeing that Meng Lang was at a loss for words, the girl seemed even more certain of her judgment.

"So, I’m really worried you might ’accidentally’ fall asleep and then lean your head on my shoulder, out of politeness, would I have to wait for you to wake up?"

"Uh..."

So I’m being treated as a guy who deliberately sat here to hit on you?

Meng Lang thought this was kind of funny.

Little miss homebody, I, Meng Xiaolang, personally cut off all ties with rich ladies; would I run over a thousand kilometers just to hit on you?

"Hehe! What if I really do ’fall asleep’ and lean over, what would you do then?" Meng Lang asked with interest.

The girl rolled her eyes, "Don’t worry, I’ll politely wake you up and remind you to take good care of your belongings."

Meng Lang: "..."

The girls these days have a strong sense of self-defense, huh? Are they teaching a "counter-scam defense class" in schools now?

Wake me up...

"If that happens, please do so, I thank you on behalf of everyone on the bus!"

Oh heroine battling wits with the air! I must admit, you’ve successfully anticipated my moves...

The girl paused, thanking me is one thing, but why thank me on behalf of everyone on the bus?

"Dongxi Village is here, anyone getting off at Dongxi Village?"

"Dongxi Village is here, anyone getting off at Dongxi Village?"

At that moment, the driver stopped the bus at an intersection and called out twice to the back.

A few people took their big and small bags and got off. Seeing no one else was getting off, the driver closed the door and the bus continued on its way.

Meng Lang immediately became alert; if his memory served him right, the upcoming section of the road would be quite steep...

Sure enough, after about ten minutes, a middle-aged woman dressed in gray dashed from the back to the front door.

"Driver! Stop the bus! Stop the bus! I’ve missed my stop!"

The driver rolled his eyes and showed no intention of stopping.

"How can I stop here? Even if you get off here, you wouldn’t be able to catch another bus anyway! Go to the next stop and catch a bus back!"

"How could that be okay! I paid my fare, it’s all your fault, how can you not call out the stops?" the middle-aged woman was getting desperate.

"How did I not call out? I called out several times, you just slept too deeply."

"What do you mean I slept too deeply, you’re just irresponsible for not calling out! No way, turn around and take me back now!"

"What are you thinking! It’d waste half an hour going back and forth, there are so many people on the bus, no way can I turn around."

"I don’t care! It’s your fault, you have to take responsibility!"

"How is it my fault! Are you being reasonable?"

"Are you going to turn around?" The middle-aged woman was getting desperate and took another step forward.

At this point, everyone on the bus watched the scene with the mentality of watching a spectacle, not bothering to intervene since no one expected such a trivial argument to evolve into a tragedy...

"Hey, hey, hey! Auntie, for our safety, could you please step away from the driver?"

Just then, Meng Lang stepped forward, blocking the middle-aged woman’s further approach.

"Who are you to meddle in other people’s business!" The middle-aged woman immediately glared at Meng Lang, her shrewish nature fully revealed.

Everyone on the bus looked on eagerly, even the girl beside him was confused by Meng Lang’s actions.

Not understanding why this guy was muddling in completely unrelated issues.

Meng Lang sighed helplessly.

Seeing that belligerent woman’s burly figure, Meng Lang, who wasn’t exactly diligent physically, doubted he could handle her if it came to blows.

Is this forcing me to use "massive deterrent weapons"?

He lifted his garment slightly, revealing the hilt of a black Short Blade, then pulled it up slightly with his right hand, a flash of silver-white reflection silenced the air inside the bus for a moment.

The mother and daughter nearby saw it clearly, the mother immediately hugged her child, her eyes filled with terror.

The middle-aged woman opposite turned pale with fright.

"I just asked you to stay away from the driver, is that really too much to ask?" Meng Lang calmly looked at her.

"So... sorry!" The woman, no longer daring to make a fuss, scrambled back to her seat, trembling.

The driver was driving, with Meng Lang’s back towards him, so he didn’t see this scene and thought Meng Lang had scared the woman away, he gratefully said,

"Thank you, young man! There are really too many unreasonable people these days!"

The mumbling driver was unaware that he had just narrowly escaped a grave situation.

Relieved, Meng Lang returned to his seat, causing the girl next to him to shiver and shrink towards the window.

Alas...

"Do you know that if the steering wheel turns just 10° at this speed, the bus will crash into the railing in the next second? Do you know these railings have been poorly maintained? Do you know there is a cliff outside this road? Do you know the river down the cliff flows faster than 10m per second?"

A series of questions stunned the girl; after a moment, she dazedly looked out the window.

The bus was speeding close to the railing, and looking down, the turbulent river below was clearly visible.

For some reason, a chill ran down the girl’s back.

The remainder of the journey was, indeed, very quiet.

The frightened middle-aged woman hurriedly got off at the next stop, and the safety alert was completely lifted!

...

"Tch!" The bus door opened, Meng Lang picked up his backpack and stood up.

Before getting off, he paused, suddenly pulling out the "Short Blade" from his bosom, and in the somewhat frightened eyes of that mother, he lightly tossed it into the arms of the little boy.

"Young man, this is for you to play with!"

After saying that, he laughed and got off the bus, striding away.

Having done the deed, he vanished into anonymity...

The girl beside him watched, dumbfounded, as the little boy excitedly pulled out the knife.

"Wow! Awesome!"

The blade struck the armrest, producing a wooden knocking sound of DuangDuang...

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