My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 325 - 215: Faking and Deceiving

Chapter 325: Chapter 215: Faking and Deceiving

"Uncle, I heard from Sister Weiwei that you guys got into a fight at the bar last night?"

Xiao Yu, wearing a Mickey Mouse T-shirt, walked to school with her little backpack on her back.

"Awooo!" Meng Lang kept walking while eating the sandwich Xiao Yu had prepared for him.

"What did Sister Weiwei say?"

"She said some punks tried to harass her, and you wanted to play the hero to save the beauty, but ended up getting punched back, then she stepped in with a few punches and kicks and resolved the problem."

Meng Lang: "..."

That’s how it went, but do you have to oversimplify it like this?

Gnashing his teeth, he took a big bite of the sandwich, "Well... roughly that’s what happened!"

"Ah? Really? Then Uncle, where did you get hurt?"

Seeing Xiao Yu worried, Meng Lang blinked.

"Do I look like I got hurt? It’s those punks who were really hurt."

"Oh! Then that’s good!" Xiao Yu heaved a sigh of relief, but seemed a bit disappointed.

"What’s wrong?" Meng Lang asked.

"Nothing, it’s just that every time something crucial happens, you all step forward to protect us, and I can only stay at home, unable to help with anything...."

Meng Lang looked at Xiao Yu, somewhat amused.

How big is this little girl, and she’s already anxious to grow up?

"Xiao Yu, you are mistaken, like me, I’m only good for fighting one or two people.

Someone like the landlord who practices martial arts is a bit stronger, but at most, he can only handle a few dozen people.

Fighting one opponent is not worth learning; you should aim to fight against thousands!"

"Against thousands?"

"With this," he tapped her little head, "you can fight against thousands! Understand?"

"Oh! So after all that, it’s just about studying hard, huh!" Xiao Yu pouted her lips.

"Then you also went to school, how come you didn’t become one against thousands?"

"Err..."

Facing this soul-searching counter-question, Meng Lang almost choked on his own proverbial soup.

It’s tough to fool primary school students these days...

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her, "If I’d been half as smart and talented as you when I was a kid, even if I couldn’t have fought against thousands, I could at least have taken on five thousand!"

"So Uncle, what were you like when you were in school? Did you also work hard?" Xiao Yu asked.

"Me?" Meng Lang recalled those nights nestled in bed reading comics and couldn’t help but smile.

"Back then, as soon as I entered school, I started feeling sleepy!"

"Ah?"

Xiao Yu hadn’t expected that her seemingly invincible uncle, whom she greatly admired, also had such a "childhood."

Meng Lang pointed at the gate of Qing Song Primary School, which was getting closer, and asked with a smile.

"Know why I started feeling sleepy as soon as I went in?"

"Why?"

"Because this place... is where dreams begin..."

"Err..."

...

Xiao Yu walked into the campus with a brisk pace.

Thinking of Uncle’s corny joke just now, Xiao Yu felt the slight disappointment that had just surfaced vanish entirely.

Uncle’s way of comforting people... is really quite unique...

She was just muffling a giggle when "Xiao Yu!"

A somewhat authoritative voice suddenly stopped her.

She turned her head to see the class teacher standing at the school gate, arm band in place.

"Mr. Fang, good morning!" Xiao Yu turned around and greeted politely.

"Good morning, good morning! Have you had breakfast, Xiao Yu? You seem to be in a good mood? Hehe!" Mr. Fang looked amiable.

"Yes, I’ve eaten."

"What did you eat?"

Xiao Yu: "..."

Facing the class teacher who clearly was making conversation, Xiao Yu glanced at the distant clock, then asked a bit puzzled.

"Mr. Fang? I’m not late, am I?"

"No, no! Cough! Actually, I wanted to ask you something," Mr. Fang coughed.

"What is it, Mr. Fang?"

"Well... I heard that you acquired all of Zhao Ge’s autographs in our class?"

"Oh! Yes! But not acquired, exchanged! I exchanged them for video game consoles!" Xiao Yu nodded.

"You... you’re not even a fan of Zhao Ge, why do you want so many autographs? There are more than a dozen!" Mr. Fang said urgently.

Xiao Yu spread her hands helplessly.

"They were crying and making a fuss, I had already made promises, so I had to figure out a way to barter; fortunately, Zhao Ge’s autographs are worth some money."

It’s mainly because they’re kids; lying and giving back isn’t too hard.

Mr. Fang’s mouth twitched.

I wondered why I tried to discreetly collect autographs from these little kids, and ended up with none left!

Turns out there was a black-market dealer in the class!

"Cough! Xiao Yu, look, I am a fan of Zhao Ge, and you have so many autographs that are hard to handle. How about I also exchange a video game console with you for one?" Mr. Fang finally sheepishly revealed his motive.

"Ah? But I’ve promised them to someone else, and I have already sold them all."

What? All sold already?

Over a dozen autographs! What efficiency!

"All sold? Can’t you spare one for the teacher?" Mr. Fang asked anxiously.

These autographs... are they that in demand?

Xiao Yu thought for a moment, her face serious.

"Teacher, you taught us to be honest; I can’t go back on a promise.

But don’t worry, since you’ve asked, I must get one back for you!

However, it will probably..."

"Probably what?" Mr. Fang eagerly inquired.

"Probably cost extra!"

Mr. Fang: "..."

...

After seeing off Xiao Yu, Meng Lang went straight to his long-neglected job at Huaxia Life.