My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 235 - 178: Sabotage

Chapter 235: Chapter 178: Sabotage

"So, I hate the Spring and Autumn writing style..."

Suzhou University Affiliated First Hospital.

Standing in the hallway of the Health Check Center, watching the ongoing flow of medical staff and patients, Meng Lang felt rather clueless.

In "When a Meteor Crosses the Sky," his brother had mentioned such a scene.

Right after his own health check, he’d coincidentally encountered Ou Lu, who was about to watch the Canglang Cup performance, and a brief conversation ensued.

However, since the book didn’t specify the exact time and location, it was difficult for Meng Lang to recreate the "scene"!

After some thought, Meng Lang approached the nurse’s station.

"Hello, do you have a doctor named Ou Lu in your department?"

"Ou Lu? No, not here." The nurse shook her head.

Not in this department?

But with so many departments in the hospital, do I really need to ask each one?

"Three essential elements of writing, time, place, character, and you left out two of them. Next time, please specify down to the coordinates and the exact minute!"

Though he complained, Meng Lang knew his request was somewhat excessive.

After all, seeking a breakthrough in fate from Ou Lu was a spontaneous decision.

If every encounter in the book listed coordinates and time, it wouldn’t be a memoir anymore, but more resembling gibberish.

In a memoir worth its weight in gold, padding the word count isn’t allowed...

Now what?

A hole dug by oneself has to be filled by oneself!

He took out his phone, pulled up the time-transcending "selfie" he had with Ou Lu, and reconfirmed the person’s appearance.

As of now, the only option was the most straightforward and brutish method of searching for someone...

...

Three minutes later, a weird young man stood at the hospital entrance, staring at the passersby, especially eyeing the pretty girls intensely.

Yes, the method Meng Lang chose was...to wait idly by!

"Hey, hello!"

"What?"

"Uh...sorry, wrong person."

"Weirdo!"

"..."

It must be said, this method of finding someone was simple and brutish, but it looked somewhat foolish...

Time passed by slowly, and soon half an hour had passed.

The security guard at the main entrance had been watching Meng Lang for a few minutes now, his vigilant gaze clearly marking Meng Lang as a "subject for close observation."

Yet, the target had not appeared.

Meng Lang looked at his wristwatch, it was past two o’clock, getting closer and closer to the start of the Canglang Cup.

"If I knew, I would have read the book before coming today..." Meng Lang sighed.

Indeed, transitioning from luxury to austerity is hard...

Yes, today he had resisted the urge to read the update the moment it was available, deciding to skip an update in favor of an experiment.

If we assume that "not updating" for a day prevents him from receiving future information, Meng Lang’s thoughts would not change.

Then, logically, "today’s future" and "tomorrow’s future" should be identical.

So...would the "next self" still appear?

Or did it jump directly to the next "next self"?

From this stems another branch of the world in the book. At what trigger point did it come into existence?

Is it there regardless of whether I read it or not, unchanged?

Or is it only after I read it that a new timeline springs into existence?

Digging deeper.

Is there a necessary connection between myself and the autobiography?

Does the universe have an end, does time have a length, where does past time disappear to, and where does future time stop, is the autobiography I’m seeing at this moment the same as the one I just saw?

After successfully confusing himself, he gave up thinking as his eyes started swirling.

These types of transcendental philosophical issues indeed aren’t meant to be solved by ordinary humans.

Simply put, he wanted to try if it’s possible to control the "overlay of consciousness" through "reading frequency", thereby controlling the speed of progression of his illness.

After all, practice reveals the truth!

However, skipping updates was indeed bound to fill readers with resentment...

Think about it, originally, with just a five-minute read, you could have predicted the outcome of this visit.

Maybe you wouldn’t even need to step out the door, just enjoy the air conditioning, sing songs, and you’d complete today’s task.

But what about now?

After waiting in the scorching sun for over half an hour, standing here like a creepy guy leering at the passing pretty girls.

As thick-skinned as Meng Lang was, he too felt ashamed to stay any longer.

However, just when he thought this attempt might be fruitless.

Suddenly, Meng Lang froze for a moment, and the next second, his eyes lit up!

He confirmed it by the corner of his eye, that characteristic tear mole...

It was definitely her!

At that moment, two figures were walking towards the entrance, laughing and talking.

"Xiao Ling, I never knew you were interested in primary and middle school performances," Ou Lu said, arm in arm with her best friend.

"Who’s interested in primary and middle school kids!

Let me tell you, there’s a surprise in today’s performance! I’m here for that surprise!"

"How did you know about the surprise?"

"Hehe! My university classmate is the organizer, inside scoop!"

"You’re really something, but where did these tickets come from?"

"Well, I have you to thank for that!"

"What does that have to do with me?"

"As soon as I mentioned you wanted to go too, Doctor Fang in our department was so enthusiastic. He immediately shuffled two of their department’s tickets to me, so you see, I really do have to thank you.

Oh, having a pretty best friend is so handy, never worry about tickets for anything..."

"You..." Ou Lu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Just as she was about to speak, a man suddenly stepped in front of them.