My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 168 - 142: Cheer Up

Chapter 168: Chapter 142: Cheer Up

Yan Weiwei and Hu Yifei were huddled together, muttering and discussing for a while, occasionally glancing over at Meng Lang and gesturing something.

Soon, after they had finished discussing, Weiwei gave them a "leave it to me" look and then walked over to the passenger seat, opened the car door, and got in.

"Bang!" She closed the car door.

Looking at Meng Lang, who was indifferently eating a burger with a bit of his chin peeking out, she was somewhat speechless.

"You could win a million if you win! How come you’re not nervous at all?"

"Why should I be nervous? You can win several billion by hitting the lottery, have you ever seen me nervous when buying lottery tickets?"

Meng Lang continued to eat calmly.

"But how can that be the same? The chance of winning the lottery is so slim, it’d be a miracle if you won! But this time... you should have at least a fifty percent chance of winning, right?"

Weiwei stretched out her hand, thought about it, and gestured a five.

"Hah! You seem even more confident than I am.

I haven’t raced against anyone before, so how would I know what my chances are?"

"Hey hey! What do you mean you haven’t raced? Didn’t you say you took part in that Bayin something or other race? Don’t fail me now!

If you lose, it’s going to be really embarrassing for me. Bring out the spirit you had when getting your driving license, and show us your so-called ’art’!"

Meng Lang helplessly said, "My art is of the abstract kind. Although it’s ’me’ who painted it, to be honest, even I don’t quite understand it at the moment, so isn’t that the reason to be more realistic now?"

Weiwei rolled her eyes, this guy, always saying such nonsensical things.

"I don’t care if it’s abstract or realistic, I’ve already boasted on your behalf, so you must give it your all today. Otherwise, I won’t be able to control myself later, and I might just turn you into some kind of ’performance art’."

Meng Lang: "..."

While Weiwei was in the car giving Meng Lang a "pep talk," they overheard a faint roar of engines in the distance.

"Vroom~ Vroom~" The sound immediately caught everyone’s attention.

Meng Lang looked up and saw a dozen or so luxury sports cars with different designs approaching them rapidly in a long line.

"They’re here!" Hu Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly as everyone instinctively gathered together.

"Vroom~ Vroom~" The approaching motorcade kicked up dust and was getting closer to them.

The leading Ferrari 488 sped towards them and, instead of slowing down, drifted with a swing of its tail.

"Screech~" Amid the harsh screeching of tires, the Ferrari came to a stop sideways right in front of the crowd.

When the car finally stabilized, it was only two or three meters away from the front row where Hu Yifei and the others were standing, a clear provocation.

Hu Yifei and the others frowned at the sight.

"Bang bang bang!" A series of car door slamming sounds later, about twenty men and women got out and approached the group.

Two men came out of the leading Ferrari.

The man who got out of the passenger side was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with short hair, his white shirt collar slightly open, looking nonchalant and dismissive.

And the man coming out of the driver’s side was dressed in a jacket and knee-high boots, with slightly dark skin, a height of at least one meter eighty-five, clearly defined muscles under his T-shirt, and a look of arrogance in his eyes.

Hu Yifei waved away the dust and spoke with slight dissatisfaction.

"I say, Mr. Hong, making an entrance with a dust storm is a bit environmentally unfriendly, isn’t it?"

"Hehe! Sorry, sorry, my brother just got back from abroad and isn’t quite used to the protocol here. I hope we didn’t scare anyone, did we?" The man in the white shirt said with a smile, but his words carried no actual apology.

"Come on, let me introduce you all. This is Xu Jingfeng, our racer for tonight, Mr. Xu!

Mr. Xu is the third son of the Xu Group. I’m sure you’re all familiar with him. He’s just returned to the country. We are going to be part of the same circle now, so I hope you’ll all look after him.

Jingfeng, come over and greet Mr. Hu and the others."

Xu Jingfeng glanced at everyone, only nodding his head slightly with an air of superiority.

"I was a bit impolite just now. Having stayed abroad for a long time, I tend to be pretty direct. So, Mr. Hu... are you my opponent tonight?"

Hu Yifei smiled and shook his head. "Mr. Xu, your opponent tonight isn’t me."

Hong Shijie paused for a moment, then frowned.

To his knowledge, among the group on the other side, the most capable racer was Hu Yifei. Could it be that they brought in a ringer?

"Oh? Then where is my opponent?" Xu Jingfeng raised an eyebrow.

Everyone instinctively looked over to the red Porsche...

...

"This is like some gang fight in an old movie. I mean, these two groups aren’t involved with the underworld, are they?" Meng Lang commented as he watched the two opposing groups.

"That leader of the other group is Hong Shijie, his surname is Hong," Weiwei explained.

"So what if his last name is Hong?"

"The Secretary of Su City is also a Hong."

"Uh..." Meng Lang paused with the burger halfway to his mouth.

"And our guy here, Hu Yifei, sounds a bit funny, but the Mayor of Su City is also a Hu," Weiwei pointed out.

"..."

Meng Lang was at a loss for words.

I knew this circle might be high-end, but didn’t expect it to be this high-end?

So, is this like a showdown between the big shots and the second-in-command?

His instinct was to run away.

I’m just an insurance salesman; I just want to level up to 100 in the beginner’s map. This high-level game is not for me!

Weiwei, this girl, definitely wants to set me up. Getting on her ’thief’s car’ can’t be good!

However, he quickly calmed down.

I almost forgot, today I am the masked racer!

"Look! The one next to Hong Shijie, if I’m not wrong, that’s your opponent for today, Xu Jingfeng, who just returned from gilding himself abroad."

Uh? Xu Jingfeng? Why does that name sound so familiar?

Just then, the introduction of Xu Jingfeng by Hong Shijie happened to float in from outside the window.

"[Mr. Xu is the third son of the Xu Group, I believe you’re all familiar with him...]"

The third son of the Xu Group? Isn’t that Xu Jingsong’s brother?

Meng Lang’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Was this what they called a narrow escape?

"Hey! Everyone’s looking at you, want to go out and say hello?" Yan Weiwei nudged Meng Lang.

Meng Lang looked up and realized that he was indeed the center of attention.

"Sss~" The car window slowly rolled down.

He gave a faint nod to a stunned Xu Jingfeng and his entourage, then waved with the hand that was holding half a burger.

"Good Evening, Nice to meet you!"

"Sss~" The car window slowly rolled up again.

Everyone: "..."

Xu Jingfeng’s face twitched slightly, and soon he let out a derisive snort.

"I thought I was quite arrogant, but I didn’t expect to meet someone even more so. Interesting!"

"Mr. Hu, what’s this? The driver you found doesn’t dare to show his face?" Hong Shijie complained.

"Well, drivers having personality is quite normal, isn’t it? I see that Mr. Xu also has a lot of personalities, doesn’t he?" Hu Yifei said with a smirk.

He was actually beginning to like this masked driver.

Of course, that was provided he could win this round...

Hong Shijie pursed his lips. "Alright, let’s get straight to the point then. How shall we play?"

"Mr. Xu just returned to the country, and it would be bad if he got hurt. People might think I have no hospitality. How about we play ’cat and mouse’?"

"Cat and mouse?" Hong Shijie frowned.

He glanced at Xu Jingfeng and saw his indifferent nod. Then he slowly said, "Okay!"

Everyone immediately began to clear the scene.

Unexpectedly, just as he was leaving, Xu Jingfeng sneered and gave a thumbs-up, then drew his thumb across his throat from left to right, gesturing at Meng Lang.

The throat-slitting gesture!

"So arrogant! Too arrogant! Xiao Mengzi, beat him up good for me!" Yan Weiwei said furiously from inside the car after witnessing the scene.

"Sure, sure! I’ll do my best."

Seeing Meng Lang provoked like this yet still acting so carefree, Yan Weiwei couldn’t help but be frustrated, feeling he lacked ambition.

Her eyes darted around, and she began to entice him.

"Hey! Did you see those beauties outside the window?" she pointed outside.

Full of confusion, Meng Lang turned his head to look in that direction and indeed saw a sight of varied beauty, and what’s more, they were clad rather lightly.

"Hmm! What about it?"

"If you win the race, you can pick any of their WeChat contacts," said Yan Weiwei, giving him a knowing look.

Hmm? If you’re going to put it that way, then I might get excited.

But the thrill was short-lived, and his brain quickly cooled down again.

He soon realized the problem.

Is it that I don’t have choices?

It’s more like I have too many choices, right!

"What’s this, trying to seduce me? Am I that kind of person?"

Even with a myriad of options, I have to fight hard just to take one ladleful.

It was truly a case of having the will but not the means...

So far, with three romantic threads, what Lu Kexin’s ending would be was best left unsaid—it was heartbreaking for onlookers and listeners!

Headed to Beijing seeking love, I crashed and burned.

And you, Yan Weiwei, just as things started to look up, I fell off a cliff...

Could I consider myself someone who, for love’s sake, had sacrificed my head and spilled blood?

Just look, with only ABC lines, I’ve already gambled away several lives. If I were to take on a few more DEF lines, my single-threaded brain would simply be unable to handle these multi-threaded life-and-death situations.

Even with countless brothers, there wouldn’t be enough to afford such costs!

Looking back on my life, when it comes to love, I can only summarize it with one sentence——

What in the world is this thing called love, that compels people to pledge their life and death to each other...

In such a situation, am I really going to start a new thread while I’m still full and bloated!

"Hmph, I didn’t expect you to have such self-control after all. You really don’t seem to have it in you.

There are so many beauties here, are you truly not tempted? You’re not gay, are you?" Yan Weiwei gave him a once-over.

Meng Lang’s eyes bulged, feeling offended.

A straight guy from the Department of Chinese how could he stand this?

"Of course, I’m straight, but if you want to seduce me with your beauty, shouldn’t you find someone on your level?"

Yan Weiwei’s eyes widened in anger, ready to explode, but then she caught on.

Was this guy actually complimenting me?

"I... I’m not as good as you say," Yan Weiwei said modestly.

"Have some confidence. Based on your figure and looks, if you were in ancient times, you could easily be the leading lady in a brothel!"

Yan Weiwei: "..."

It took her three seconds to react.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Meng Lang’s face came into intimate contact with the steering wheel...

...

Through the glass window, seeing the "masked driver" smacked onto the steering wheel, Hu Yifei and Big Wave exchanged glances, their mouths twitching.

Hmm! That method of "cheering on."

Truly very senior sister-like...