My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 248 - 182: Xiao Yu’s White Rice_2

Chapter 248: Chapter 182: Xiao Yu’s White Rice_2

"Absolutely furious! Did you notice when my sister just smiled at you, her right corner of the mouth lifted?"

"Uh... it seems so, what’s the problem?"

"When my sister is angry, she likes to hook up the right corner of her mouth, which is called a sneer."

"Really?"

"Xiao Yu! Get in the car!" At this moment, Lin Haitang had already gotten into the driver’s seat and was buckling her seatbelt.

"Oh! Okay!"

Xiao Yu sent Meng Lang a look that screamed ’save yourself,’ then climbed into the back seat.

Meng Lang closed the door for Xiao Yu and was about to open the passenger door to get in.

"Buzz~"

Watching his idol’s mini drive away into the dust, Meng Lang’s hand, outstretched to pull the car door, froze mid-air.

Meng Lang: "..."

He looked up at the sky and confirmed something.

Xiao Yu... she really could read micro-expressions...

"Sigh!" Meng Lang smacked his forehead.

Clearly, his quirky emotional roller coaster had plunged from a crest down into a trough again...

[Is it because I love too dumbly, too naively...]

Just then, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

It was actually that guy, Duan Xian.

"Hey! You’ve got the nerve to call?"

"Didn’t I just not want to disturb you? Now I’m just asking about the situation! What happened, didn’t the move work, you didn’t manage to seal the deal with her?"

"Seal the deal my ass! Were they crappy ideas from Duan Xiaoyi that you gave?"

"Uh... although the idea wasn’t mine, I think even if it didn’t work, it shouldn’t backfire, right?"

"Whether it’s an effect or a backfire, neither are the result I wanted!"

"Can you guys, one by one, stop pretending to ’assist’ me, coldly ’stabbing me in the back’ out of the blue?

Can’t I charge into the fray by myself quietly and contribute to world peace?"

"You talk as if you want to charge into the fray, but even then, you need loyal wingmen!"

"But your so-called loyal wingman targeted the wrong enemy, isn’t that just making a mess?" Meng Lang said helplessly.

"Got it wrong?" Duan Xian on the other end was taken aback.

So that’s what happened, how embarrassing...

"Cough! I think that girl is not bad either, you could ’go along with the mistake,’ right?" Duan Xian said guiltily.

Go along with the mistake? Easy for you to say!

Do you know every time I make a mistake, it’s like losing a brother?

The cost of making a mistake is too high for me to afford!

"Ah Xian! Besides the immediate needs, we should also have dreams and the distant horizon..." Meng Lang’s voice carried a world-weariness.

Hearing this, Duan Xian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Who was the one in college that almost went red with envy for others’ "immediate needs," and now you’re talking to me about dreams and the distant horizon?

"Fuel is expensive, dreams and distant horizons are even more costly! I advise you to stick with the immediate needs!"

"..."

After hanging up,the call, Meng Lang watched the bustling traffic and sighed, then hailed a taxi.

"If you could live contentedly with just immediate needs, who would choose dreams and distant horizons..."

...

Not far from where Meng Lang flagged down the taxi.

Liu Tao was struggling to heft a heavy camera onto the business car marked "Su City Radio."

A trainee journalist beside him put down the things in his hands and hurried over to help.

While helping, he complained.

"Brother Liu, why did our team’s Xiao Wu get transferred just like that?

Now we’re obviously short-staffed, one person has to do the work of two."

Liu Tao wiped off sweat, his face looking rather downcast.

What else could it be? The bosses are sending me a message...

"The radio station is short on personnel; it’ll be fine after we get through this period.

Enough with the complaints, we still have to work overtime tonight to quickly edit the footage from today’s Canglang Cup, the bosses want it by tomorrow."

"Ah?"

The trainee journalist’s groan echoed as Liu Tao got into the car.

But his thoughts had already drifted to the email he received the day before.

When he first read the anonymous information, he was furious!

How could there be such a ruthless company?

Did they have no conscience at all?

With the keen instincts of a professional journalist, the evidence chain in the material was incredibly detailed, the historical dirt was well-founded, and the logic was clear.

He had no idea who sent the information, nor its purpose.

But he could almost tell, this was definitely not unfounded.

If possible, he would have loved to fly to the scene right then to investigate and verify.

However, upon calming down, he had to consider some more realistic issues.

It’s big news, no doubt, but the company’s background is so strong, a small reporter like him can’t shake it.

His own article would probably be killed before it even got past the review.

It seems that I am no longer welcomed at the studio. If I get involved in this kind of thing, I might not be able to keep my job.

Going through normal exposure channels is definitely not going to work.

I’ll have to figure out a different approach...

Life may not be without its compromises, but it also needs poetry and the distant horizon...

...

1103.

"Ding-dong!"

"Click!" The door opened a crack, and Xiao Yu poked her little head out from inside.

"Xiao Yu, I’m so hungry, what delicious food did you cook today?

Uh... Xiao Yu, why? Let me in!"

"Cough! Sorry, uncle, my sister said we’ve been eating too much good food lately. Today is a diet day, so there’s only this."

Xiao Yu handed out a plate of stir-fried broccoli.

And a bowl of white rice.

Meng Lang: "..."

"Hehe! Lawyer Lin is really something. She’s not even fat, why would she need to lose weight?

Let me in to eat, and by the way, I need to talk to your sister about something." Meng Lang, carrying the plate, attempted to enter.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu blocked him again with a helpless expression on her face.

"Cough, it’s hot these days, and my sister says the ladies wear less at home, so it’s not convenient for men to enter."

Xiao Yu gave him a look of helplessness, then slammed the door shut with a "bang."

"I..."

Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

The trough of this wave seems lower than I expected...

Why, is she so angry just because we couldn’t watch the show together?

On a small scale, I’m fighting for your women’s freedom to shop.

On a larger scale, I’m safeguarding the future GDP and unemployment rate of the world.

Can’t you at least be understanding of the difficulties a man faces when striving outside?

After a furious rant, Meng Lang eventually resignedly carried his "meager" dinner back to his room.

Looking at the lonely white rice and stir-fried broccoli on his table, Meng Lang smacked his lips.

He wanted pork rib and lotus root soup, and he wanted golden fried rice with eggs...

Meng Lang took a bite of broccoli, his expression bitter.

Tch! They didn’t even put any salt in it!

Miss Lin, I don’t know if your eyes hold a lonely sea, but right now my heart is shrouded in shadows!

Meng Lang couldn’t help but start reflecting on himself.

What kind of life was he living today?

Stabbed in the back repeatedly by his own people like a fool, but he still couldn’t blame them for their "good intentions."

Even the delicious food that once soothed his soul had turned into a tasteless "diet meal."

Even the daily blessings for men... cough, cough!

In short, if looked at alone, today was definitely a "tragedy!"

Haven’t read a book all day, and nothing goes right the moment I step out the door!

There is this flavor of deliberate targeting me in everything...

Something doesn’t feel right about this!

His gaze finally couldn’t resist looking towards the closed door of the study, on the desk inside there was a cardboard box, and inside the cardboard box, a magical prop.

"Open me~"

"Come open me, and you shall gain power."

"Just open me, and you will know everything..."

It was like Pandora’s Box, as if it were constantly emitting such temptations.

Schrodinger had a cat.

Meng Xiaolang had a book.

Schrodinger’s cat made people guess whether it was dead or alive.

Meng Xiaolang’s book made people wonder if it was updated or not...

Perhaps at the moment of opening it, quantum mechanics would determine the growing distance between two parallel universes...

Curiosity is the driving force of human progress!

"No no no! Hold it in! The experiment must not be abandoned halfway!"

Not updating was undoubtedly a very difficult choice, and Meng Lang could only try to distract himself by frantically stuffing rice into his mouth.

"Hm?" Suddenly, his chopsticks were blocked by something at the bottom of the bowl.

Meng Lang poked it again to confirm there was something underneath, then with some confusion, he pushed aside the top layer of rice, his eyes immediately widening.

Braised chicken leg?!

Holy crap! And there’s braised pork!

The rich braised sauce mixed with the white rice...

Long live the steward!

"Awooo~" Biting into the chicken leg, Meng Lang immediately teared up.

Mmm! It’s definitely the taste of a little cotton-padded jacket!

Following "Schrodinger’s Cat" and "Meng Xiaolang’s Book," the world had a new "unknown":

"Xiao Yu’s White Rice."