My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 374 - 249 Prisoner?_2

Chapter 374: Chapter 249 Prisoner?_2

"Cough! We’ve walked so far, where’s the Yifu Building? My friend should have arrived by now."

Meng Lang felt somewhat guilty under scrutiny and quickly tried to change the subject.

"That building up ahead, the white one with over ten floors," Lin Haitang pointed to a building in front of them and then asked with a hint of curiosity,

"But how did you know the recording studio was near the Yifu Building?"

If it wasn’t close, I probably wouldn’t have witnessed that free fall...

"Ah Lang! Over here!"

Just then, a figure looking around frantically waved at them from a distance.

...

"Is that your friend?" Yan Weiwei asked, looking bemusedly at Duan Xian.

So it’s a guy? And he’s actually this handsome...

"Yeah, let me introduce him: Duan Xian, my college classmate and roommate, a future superstar.

Ah Xian, this is my landlord, Yan Weiwei, and this is Lin Haitang, Lawyer Lin, and this is Lawyer Lin’s sister, Lin Xiaoyu."

"Hello!" "Hello, uncle!"

"Hello, hello," Duan Xian greeted them with a smile.

Ah Lang really is different now, his circle of friends has shot up in attractiveness and social status just as fast...

"Now that everyone’s here, let’s go. It’s just that building across from the Yifu Building," Lin Haitang pointed across the street.

"Alright, let’s go. Oh, and Ah Xian, how did you do with the song I told you to practice yesterday?"

"Well... I’ve practiced it enough, and it’s a good song, but I’m still not very confident."

"Don’t worry, Lawyer Lin’s friend at the studio is a professional in vocal music, and she’s agreed to give you some serious coaching. Just sing boldly, and you’re sure to make it big!"

"You sure have a lot of confidence in me..." Duan Xian said helplessly.

Seeing that the women were walking ahead, Duan Xian pulled Meng Lang aside, and they both slowed down.

"Not bad, kid, you can even ask people for help now. You’re getting along quite well, huh? That Lawyer Lin up front—she’s the ’future tense’ one you mentioned last time, right?"

"Uh..."

By Meng Lang’s expression, Duan Xian knew he had guessed correctly.

"I get it if her sister came along, but what’s with the landlord? Don’t tell me it’s a good opportunity?"

Meng Lang’s mouth twitched.

Heh, you might not believe it, but that’s the rival in love I mentioned to you...

...

"I’ve felt the evening breeze you’ve felt,

Does that mean we’ve held each other?

But like awakening from a dream, my hands are empty..."

"No, no, that’s not right. You need to open up when you get to ’my hands are empty.’ You have to truly feel the rise and fall of your chest..."

"My hands are empty... Teacher, is it like this?"

"Hmm! Better than last time, now let’s try again!"

Yan Weiwei looked through the soundproof glass of the recording studio, watching in speechlessness as a woman with her hands on Duan Xian’s chest, squinting as though she was enjoying... er, not enjoying, but feeling the "rise and fall" of the singer’s chest.

"Haitang, is your friend really giving a serious lesson? Why do I feel like she’s just swooning over him?"

Lin Haitang too was covering her face.

I told you to teach seriously, but you’re taking it a bit too seriously...

Well, it’s not a bad thing anyway.

"By the way, where did Meng Lang run off to? Haven’t seen him around for a while now."

"Oh! Uncle said he was feeling sick in the stomach and went to look for a bathroom."

"Really now... Haitang, it looks like things here won’t be done any time soon. How about we take Xiaoyu for a tour nearby in the meantime?"

Lin Haitang looked at the bustling singing practice inside the studio and figured there was no need to help, so she nodded in agreement.

"Alright! I’ll take you to a few of the most famous sites around here..."

...

On the rooftop of the Yifu Building.

"Tap tap tap~" Heavy footsteps came through the hallway.

"Wanwan, where did you go last night? I couldn’t reach you at all.

And what did you mean by that message you just sent? Don’t scare Daddy!

Wait for me, I’m coming to the school right now! Stay where you are, don’t move, do you hear me Wanwan? Hello! Hello..."

Ignoring the anxious voice coming from the phone, the young man silently hung up.

Stepping out from the shadow of the hallway, the boy raised his hand to shield his eyes from the overly bright sunlight. The light filtering through his fingers revealed a pale, haggard face that was still unusually handsome.

But those eyes seemed devoid of life, utterly hollow...

"Tap tap tap~"

The young man dragged his heavy feet as if he were a walking corpse, moving slowly towards the edge of the rooftop...

The collar of his shirt, missing a button and somewhat tattered, seemed like a silent accusation against the world.

Perhaps this was the only way he could accuse...

"Click!"

An unexpected sound of a camera shutter made the young man pause, and he turned around in surprise.

Then he saw a young man standing by the hallway, holding up his phone and taking pictures.

"Who... who are you? What are you doing?"

"I’m just a passerby here for some sunshine. What am I doing? Why, gathering evidence, of course! Otherwise, if you jump off later, what if the police think I did it?"

The young man was taken aback.

You realize I’m about to jump, and your first thought is to gather evidence? Are you that heartless?

He felt a sense of sadness.

Is the world... truly devoid of all warmth?

"Hey! If you’re thinking of jumping off, move to the left side, I’ve checked it out, down there on the cement road it’s just a few trash bins, not too many people or greenery, it’s the best spot to fall!"