My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 250 - 183 Senior_2

Chapter 250: Chapter 183 Senior_2

"Swipe!" The yellow ping-pong ball skimmed the net flying toward Meng Lang’s side.

Meng Lang hurried forward to catch the ball.

"Bang!" The ball was caught, but the next moment, the powerfully spinning ping-pong ball hit the net.

Serving score!

Redwood man: "..."

Elder Li: "..."

What kind of expert is this?

Probably only a beginner would completely fail to return such a spinning ball, right?

"Coconut!"

However, looking at the other side, Meng Lang clenched his fist, his face excited as if he had scored...

Seeing both men looking at him as if he were insane, Meng Lang realized his gaffe and quickly suppressed his smile.

"Ahem! Sorry, my hand just slipped."

"Er... no worries, let’s continue."

Once again serving, again a powerful spinning ball.

"Bang!" Meng Lang once again caught the ball, and... it hit the net again!

2:0!

The corner of Redwood man’s mouth twitched.

"Brother, your serve is too fierce, this time let me do it!" Meng Lang was even more excited.

He took a deep breath, holding the ball, as if brewing something.

The Redwood man was puzzled by his demeanor, immediately turned serious, his eyes tightly focusing on the opponent’s movements.

The ball was tossed high by Meng Lang, and then Meng Lang swung his paddle!

"Bang!" The ball hit the net a third time!

Serving fault!

3:0!

Redwood man: "..."

Elder Li: "..."

Is this what you call a high upper, but low lower limit?

So... are you here to show how low you can go?

"Er... haha! It seems I’m not in good form today, I concede! Sorry for the interruption, carry on."

Meng Lang left the racket, chuckling and walking away with a light step, humming a tune as he exited the venue.

"Is this guy sick?"

"I don’t think he looks normal either..."

Both men looked at each other.

...

As Meng Lang left the venue, he didn’t pay attention to the criticism from behind.

He looked at his watch, it was 12:30 PM, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That’s right, the results of the experiment had come out.

That is... as long as he doesn’t read the updates, there is no "consciousness overlay!"

His method of verification was simple, actively using "scene triggering."

As soon as he decided to run this experiment, Meng Lang had instilled a suggestion in his mind—

"No matter which brother goes on the court next, they must practice ’national ball,’ ping-pong!"

It would not only exercise the body but also promote national essence.

Ping-pong is a sport of practice makes perfect, needing not much talent unless one aims to become a champion.

This makes it very suitable for use as a "verification skill."

Firstly, there was no "ping-pong" skill in his skill bar originally.

Therefore, as long as he actively triggers the scene...

If he suddenly becomes a ping-pong expert,

It would mean, regardless of whether you see it or not, "consciousness overlay" is always there.

This is a purely passive skill that cannot be turned off!

Conversely, if he cannot gain this skill and remains a clumsy beginner,

It would mean the trigger for "consciousness overlay" requires him to "follow updates."

At the very least, you need to open that "box," to come into contact with "Meng Xiaolang’s book!"

A skill you can choose to turn off is a good skill indeed...

This was undoubtedly great news for Meng Lang.

At least now he didn’t have to worry about the book "draining" him anytime soon...

Although he wasted an update opportunity, Meng Lang perfected some of the "user manual" of the book, understanding its functions more deeply.

More crucially... he seemed to have found some clues about the origins of this book?

All along, one question had lingered in his mind.

Why would the previous owner of this treasure willingly send it to him through anonymous mail?

Imagine, anyone who got this book wouldn’t lightly show it to others, let alone send it away.

Put yourself in their shoes.

Even if one were to die, one would probably treat it as a family heirloom to be passed down through generations.

You could call it selfish, but that is human nature.

Yet it ended up inexplicably in his hands, why?

"Assuming, every ’owner’ of this book encounters the same problem as me.

The more you read, the more likely you become senile..."

Could it be... that it was not that he "wanted" to give it me, but...

he "had to" give it me?

Such a huge side effect, with the level of medical technology in 2043, Meng Lang had just seen a glimmer of hope to delay this symptom.

As the saying goes, the new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves forward, and technology is undoubtedly changing with each passing day.

Looking at the timeline, he, the "new generation," was arguably the most potential "new wave"!

If even he found life so hard, then his "predecessor"... how could he escape the fate of "senility"?

If it were Meng Lang, unless he was in utter despair, he wouldn’t just hand over such a treasure, right?

If his guess was correct, then what state was his "predecessor" in now?

Dead? Demented?

Or perhaps... barely hanging on and silently observing me from the shadows?

The worst-case scenario would undoubtedly be the third.

However, after some contemplation, Meng Lang felt this possibility was very slim.

No other reason... because the "book" was now in his hands!

His own future held no secrets for him.