My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 376 - 250: One Hundred Thousand Valiant Soldiers

Chapter 376: Chapter 250: One Hundred Thousand Valiant Soldiers

"Is the outside world really that complicated?"

"It’s far more complicated than this."

"But you’re only a few years older than me."

"Experience doesn’t necessarily correlate with age."

"So, with your experience, what would you do about a problem like mine?"

"What do you mean ’do’? It’s your problem, not mine."

"You... Don’t you have any sympathy? I’m about to kill myself, and you can’t even offer me a little comfort?"

"Alright, since you insist, I’ll give you some comfort, young man! When life brings you misfortune, never get despondent. Buck up, and believe that worse luck is still to come!

Embrace the hardships while you’re young, and that way, as you grow old, you’ll gradually become accustomed to them.

Isn’t that how the days slowly get better?"

"Are you sure that’s comforting?"

"What else? Aside from birth, aging, sickness, and death, there aren’t many truly important things in life.

It’s not worth looking troubled over the little things,

nor is there any need to squabble with petty people over trivial affairs.

No matter how heart-wrenchingly painful an experience is, look back at it after a few decades, and you’ll find it insignificant.

Just like looking down from this height, you see nothing but beautiful scenery, but if you look from the second floor, all you might see is trash.

If you stand at a different height, naturally, the things you see will also be different..."

"Bang!" "Wanwan! Where are you, Wanwan?!"

The door to the rooftop suddenly burst open with a bang, and the next moment, a middle-aged man with an anxious face rushed out from the stairway.

He then immediately spotted the two people sitting on the edge of the rooftop.

"Wanwan!" The middle-aged man was both overjoyed and frantic when he saw the young man turn his head.

He didn’t have time to wonder why there was an extra person on the scene.

"Wanwan! Don’t move! Daddy’s here, you can talk to Daddy about anything, please don’t do anything stupid!"

The middle-aged man stopped five or six meters away from the young man, not daring to come any closer, extending his hand nervously trying to calm the youth, as if afraid that any sudden stimulus might make him jump.

"Huff... Huff..." At this point, three more men came running out of the stairwell, all panting.

Two of them were in security uniforms, and one was a young man with glasses, looking prim and proper.

"Zheng Wan, finally... finally tracked you down... please... please don’t act rashly! Let’s talk, okay?"

The young teacher said breathlessly.

"Dad!"

Zheng Wan stood up, to the fright of everyone present.

"Don’t, don’t, don’t! We won’t come closer, all right? Please don’t jump!"

The young man saw the guards’ terrified demeanor and a trace of bitterness appeared on his face. He turned back to Meng Lang and suddenly asked.

"You say stepping out would make me a Lonely Brave, but if I turn back, am I a coward?"

Meng Lang chuckled at the question.

"Of course!"

"Uh..." The young man was taken aback.

"So, you need to take a few more steps after turning around, and then you’ll discover... apart from distance, there’s nothing but more profound loneliness at farther reaches!"

The young man: "..."

It’s obviously toxic encouragement, yet why do I feel much more at ease after hearing it?

Have I gone bad?

After a short silence, he took a deep breath.

Then, under the surprised and bewildered gaze of everyone, he slowly turned around and step by step moved away from the edge of the rooftop...

...

"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Meng, if it weren’t for you today, I don’t know how I would face Wanwan’s deceased mother! I, Zheng Dalu, will remember this immense favor in my heart!"

Meng Lang observed the middle-aged man in front of him, who held his hand and bowed repeatedly with red eyes to express his gratitude.

With thick brows and big eyes, a broad forehead and thick lips, slightly dark skin, he looked like an honest and reliable farmer, not at all like a scientific researcher.

So this is the target of my trip, huh...

"Mr. Zheng, there’s no need for this. I just happened to be passing by and chatted a few words with Zheng Wan. I simply spoke my mind.

"In my opinion, Zheng was just being impulsive at the moment, and after calming down, he would naturally realize that what he did was foolish."

"However, as for Zheng’s study environment, you really should pay more attention to it."

"Sigh! Mr. Meng, after Wanwan’s mother passed away, the child became much more silent and withdrawn.

Lately... my work hasn’t been going well, I’ve been neglectful of Wanwan’s studies and life, and there’s even less communication and interaction between father and son. I’m to blame for what happened today!"

Zheng Dalu was full of self-reproach.

At this moment, his heart was filled only with fear.

If it weren’t for bumping into Meng Lang today, and if Zheng Wan really went through with that irreversible foolish act...

The thought of that dreadful possibility almost drove Zheng Dalu to madness with regret.

"Professor Zheng, Zheng Wan, as the counselor, I too hold responsibility for not identifying the issues within the class at the earliest opportunity. I ask for your forgiveness."

The young teacher who caught up earlier turned out to be Zheng Wan’s counselor, and at this time, he too was filled with fear, repeatedly apologizing to Zheng Dalu and his son.

Luckily, today’s incident was prevented.

Suzhou University is a prestigious institution in Su Province, and if a severe suicide incident occurred in one of the classes, it would definitely cause an extremely negative social impact.

Not to mention the damage to the school’s reputation, as a counselor, it would likely be the end of the line for me, and I could certainly forget about any hopes of staying at the school...

Thankfully, Zheng Wan is safe now, and there’s still a chance to remedy things...

"Teacher Wu, there’s no need to call me Professor Zheng, I’ve resigned and am no longer a professor at the university."

Zheng Dalu looked at Teacher Wu, his expression cold and angry.

Even the most patient person would struggle to contain their anger if their child encountered such an incident in their class. It was already rational not to lose my temper on the spot.

"Professor Zheng, rest assured, I will report this matter to the school for serious handling, and those who bullied will be punished severely! Give me some time, we will certainly give you and Zheng Wan a satisfactory explanation!"

Teacher Wu could not fail to hear the blame and anger in Zheng Dalu’s tone and immediately expressed with shame that he would thoroughly investigate the matter!

Professor Zheng? Resigned?

Meng Lang, however, picked up on an unusual hint from the conversation between the two.

"Mr. Zheng used to be a professor at Suzhou University?" Meng Lang asked casually.

"Yes! I was a professor of genetics at the medical school, but I recently resigned due to some reasons, which is one of the reasons why I’ve been neglecting Wanwan..."

Zheng Dalu was filled with guilt.

So... it turned out this was a talented individual with a story...

Not only a professor at Suzhou University, but also just recently resigned...

It seemed this individual was not only talented but presently in a professional transitional period, an opportune moment to step in?

Is that why I recommended him, taking into account even the timing for recruitment?

As for Zheng Dalu’s personal abilities... Meng Lang never had any doubts.

The saying goes, "The road tests the strength of a horse, time reveals a person’s heart." Whether he was a steed of a thousand miles, time had already given the answer...

But there was no hurry right now.

Recruitment of this sort, if done out of indebtedness, would appear inferior.

"Mr. Zheng, since everyone is alright, I’ll take my leave now, as a friend is waiting for me."

Zheng Dalu could not avoid another round of detainment and thanks.

However, not long after Meng Lang left, Zheng Wan, who had remained silent behind, suddenly ran up to him and gave him a deep bow.

"Mr. Meng, thank you!"

Meng Lang turned around and looked at the young man, who no longer had the eyes of a dead pool, and smiled.

"Thank me for what? I was only ranting; those words were said to you but also to myself. Perhaps the one who should be thankful is me."

After all, the conversation seemed to have inexplicably lifted his spirits a bit.

Maybe... spreading negativity does indeed help relieve stress?

"Really? Then I’d like to know, if beyond the distance there’s really nothing, how did Mr. Meng manage to walk out of that loneliness?"

The young man asked eagerly.

How did I manage to walk out of that profound loneliness?

Well! That’s a thought-provoking question!

He patted the young man on the shoulder, showing a mischievous smile.

"People differ from one another, and my biggest difference from others,

is that even when I walk alone, I carry an army of a hundred thousand soldiers behind me..."