My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 167: Do you have anything to eat?

Chapter 167: Do you have anything to eat?

"So this is the expert Brother Fei found? What’s with that getup, trying to do something funny?"

"All I know is that recently there’s been a fad for masked singers on shows, didn’t realize masked drivers had become a thing too."

"Ha! Is it called playing mysterious when you have the skills? If not, isn’t it just because you’re afraid of losing face after a loss, so you dare not show your face?"

"Hmm! Makes sense, I mean, if you’re not afraid of being embarrassed, I figure I could put on a mask, and I could do it too."

Suddenly, the people around them began to buzz with discussion.

At this moment, Meng Lang’s attire was certainly eye-catching.

Besides the mask on his face, he had taken a baseball cap from Yan Weiwei’s car, so now only his eyes were visible.

Most of those present were second or even third-generation car enthusiasts from Su City, coming from extraordinary backgrounds and holding themselves in high esteem.

Seeing Meng Lang not showing his true face naturally made them feel somewhat slighted.

Hu Yifei sized up this "masked driver."

The video Yan Weiwei shared in the morning was shot from behind Meng Lang, so his face wasn’t visible.

Nevertheless, judging by the clothes, the man in front of him was indeed the same man from the video.

As they were assessing Meng Lang, he was also taking their measure.

There were about thirty-odd people here, all attractive men and women dressed in a manner that indicated their privileged backgrounds.

Not to mention, anyone who could afford to play with sports cars wasn’t likely to be from an ordinary family.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the person Yan Weiwei referred to as her "junior brother."

Dressed simply in a shirt, T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, his attire was quite ordinary, but from the subtle way the others regarded him as their leader, he appeared to hold the highest status among them.

The fact that someone like Yan Weiwei, belonging to a powerful second-generation, would say "I can do as I please in Su City," made Meng Lang somewhat curious about the other’s identity.

"Hehe! Sister Weiwei, the expert you brought is quite interesting. Where did you find him?"

A woman with voluptuous waves laughed as she tugged at Yan Weiwei’s arm.

With one comment, she not only eased the awkwardness of the situation but also tried to probe Meng Lang’s identity through Yan Weiwei.

If Hu Yifei felt it was not his place to ask, this woman could do so on his behalf.

Since Yan Weiwei had promised to keep Meng Lang’s identity a secret, she was naturally noncommittal.

"Oh! He’s my tenant, couldn’t pay the rent, so I figured I’d find him some work to make rent."

The others immediately looked amused, and even Meng Lang’s mouth twitched slightly at the corners.

I asked you to make up any identity, even saying you recruited from the job market would have been better than this!

"Er... Hehe! If the expert doesn’t wish to reveal his identity, naturally he has his reasons." Hu Yifei stepped in to mediate.

"Don’t worry, expert, as long as you win tonight’s race, the 1 million prize will be your appreciation fee for tonight."

Just look at how he talks; a working fee called an appreciation fee, quite face-saving.

But a million for one race? That’s a whole house!

These city folks sure know how to have fun.

In the past, that would have been my total income for over a decade.

Even Meng Lang, who had become somewhat indifferent to the concept of ’enjoying’ money, couldn’t help but sigh at the vast disparity between classes.

Although he didn’t have much regard for this million, he acknowledged he still ought to give face to his landlord.

Meng Lang nodded, indicating his agreement.

Since Yan Weiwei had assured him the race would be "safe," and he didn’t need to reveal his identity, he took it as an opportunity to practice his driving skills.

In fact, up until now, he didn’t have a clear concept of his own level of ability.

Rally champion? He wasn’t even clear on what a rally race was, so how could he possibly know what level he was at?

Having another driver to compare himself with wasn’t a bad idea.

However, this particular race had not appeared in the latest issue of "Wildfire," which concerned him a bit.

There were two possibilities: either he was so focused on revenge that such irrelevant, mundane details of his life simply weren’t recorded,

or they wouldn’t affect the trajectory of his life in the least.

The second possibility was that in the world of "Wildfire," he simply hadn’t participated in the race...

He leaned toward the second option.

Putting himself in someone else’s shoes, if he discovered that he’d gone from protagonist to supporting character, he probably wouldn’t be in the mood for a car-racing gang gathering that evening either.

Not secluding himself in a dark room for a good cry would already be a sign of strong will.

This matter also served as a reminder that in order to ensure the timeliness of his "Golden 24 Hours," one quality was very important.

A calm mind, yes, a calm mind...

"Brother Fei! He’ll get 1 million if he wins, but what if he loses?"

While Meng Lang was reflecting on life, a man with earrings suddenly stood out from the crowd.

"What if this cosplay masked driver is just a paper tiger all show and no go, and ends up losing miserably, won’t Hong Shijie and his gang laugh us to death?"

He voiced the doubt that was in everyone’s mind.

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Hu Yifei’s eyebrows rose.

The man with earrings immediately replied with an embarrassed smile.

"Of course not, Brother Fei, but if he’s representing us in the race, shouldn’t he show some real skills? My driving’s not bad either; I want to race too! Why don’t we have a contest, and the winner gets to race?"

"Yeah, Brother Fei! After all, he’s a total stranger, and he’s all wrapped up tightly. Is it really appropriate to let him compete just like that?"

"Right! Let him show us what he’s got before we talk!" Many in the crowd echoed the sentiment.

"The little you know, don’t embarrass yourself out here! Get lost and go back where you came from!" Hu Yifei glared at the man with earrings.

The man with earrings immediately shrank back, silent.

Meng Lang’s lips twitched upward slightly.

His hundred years of life experience told him that these guys were putting on a show.

The boss tried his best to protect, while the underlings jumped out to play the bad guys.

Normally, a true expert provoked like this would definitely not be able to resist teaching this ignorant man with earrings a lesson, and that way, Hu Yifei would be able to naturally take advantage of the situation to gauge Meng Lang’s mettle.

No wonder there were so many plots about rich second generations asking to be slapped in the face...

Who says today’s second generations are all idiots? Treat them as fools, and you’re the real fool.

"Hmm! This guy is right, I also want to ask, winning gets you a million, but what if you lose?" Meng Lang suddenly spoke up.

Meng Lang’s reaction was completely different from what everyone else was thinking.

Everyone was stunned, and then Meng Lang turned to Yan Weiwei, "Landlady, if I lose, they won’t make me pay a million, will they?"

Everyone: "..."

Come on! You’re supposed to be an expert, have a bit more confidence in yourself!

Please, follow the script and firmly slap our faces!

Today, it’s not about whether you are skilled, it’s the pretense of being skilled that is feared!

Hu Yifei was also slightly taken aback, but then he chuckled and began to speak.

"Hehe! How could that be? Not to mention you’re a friend brought by Sister Weiwei, even if you weren’t, it’s not our style to do something so low.

If you lose, it means I misjudged you, and I definitely won’t hold you responsible for it."

Well! Although I’m not sure how much sincerity and how much cunning was in those words, with his display of respecting talent and submission to those above, Meng Lang couldn’t bring himself to dislike the young man.

"Hmph! Don’t worry, you came with me, and if anyone dares to bully you, I’ll offer them a facelift for free. I guarantee after I’m done, even their parents won’t recognize them!"

That’s when Yan Weiwei clenched her fist slightly and swept a cold smile with a trace of contempt across the earring man and his group.

"Let me tell you, if I hadn’t dragged him here, he wouldn’t have been willing to come. All of you picking and choosing, another word and I’m taking my friend and we’re out of here!"

Suddenly, nobody dared to make a sound.

Most of the people present knew Yan Weiwei.

When she says "even their parents won’t recognize them", it’s not going to a simple touch-up...

Seeing this, Meng Lang suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security.

It seemed that Yan Weiwei had a notorious reputation even among her friends!

"Don’t have to pay, huh? That’s great, that’s great!" Meng Lang acted relieved, making everyone else even more unsure.

At this moment, Hu Yifei was also feeling apprehensive, suspecting he might have really misjudged the situation, and tentatively asked. "Ahem! Expert, it seems like you didn’t come here in a car, did you?"

"Oh! I’ll use this one." Meng Lang pointed at Yan Weiwei’s Porsche 911.

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

Hey! You’re a supposed racer, using someone else’s car for the race, can you at least be professional?

Even regular people know, a swordsman without his own signature sword can’t possibly perform to the fullest!

"This... this seems to be Sister Weiwei’s car, right? Isn’t it inappropriate?"

"It’s quite appropriate, I’ve sat in it a few times, I’m familiar with it."

Sat in it a few times? So you’ve never actually driven it yourself?

An eerie atmosphere permeated the scene.

"Hey! Sister Weiwei, is your friend really up for this?" Big Wave asked in a whisper on the side.

Yan Weiwei gave her a look.

"How would I know if he’s up to it? Why ask me about the guy your man is interested in?"

"Hey, we’re just ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend. What ’your man’? I’m blushing!"

"Eh~"

On the other side, Hu Yifei braced himself and asked another question.

"Expert, your opponent this time is a professional racer who has participated in international rallies. You mustn’t be careless. Are you sure you don’t need anything else?"

Anything else?

Meng Lang thought for a moment, he had just dropped Xiao Yu home and was dragged here by Yan Weiwei before he even had time to eat a hot meal.

"I’m hungry, is there anything to eat?"

"Uh..."

Fortunately, someone had brought food.

Soon, looking at the KFC burger in his hand, Meng Lang muttered, "Junk food, I’ll manage," just before trying to stuff it into his mouth, only to be blocked by a layer of fabric. It then dawned on him that he was still wearing a mask.

When he looked up again, he noticed a crowd staring intently at him, as if they were looking at some rare beauty.

Meng Lang: "..."

He silently opened the door of Yan Weiwei’s sports car, got in and gently closed the door, and then...

"Zizz~" The car window rolled up.

Everyone: "..."