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Chapter 395 - 268 Brother Save Me

Chapter 395: Chapter 268 Brother Save Me

Just as Meng Lang was enjoying his brother’s gift while also troubled by it,

his cellphone suddenly rang.

Fan Shigang?

When Meng Lang saw the contact name displayed on his phone, he first froze, then had a vague guess about what it might be.

"Hello! Brother Meng, I have some good news for you, Master Yan has agreed to join the climbing event!"

Sure enough, the moment he answered the call, Fan Shigang’s excited voice came through.

emm...

This doesn’t sound like good news to me...

Meng Lang helplessly complained in his mind.

"Really? That’s just great..." Meng Lang said insincerely.

"To tell you the truth, I was almost about to give up, but now I can finally report back to my master.

But it’s all thanks to you, Brother Meng!

If it wasn’t for the idea you gave me to pull off that ruse, Master Yan wouldn’t have changed her mind."

No, it probably has nothing to do with any ruse...

If that were the case, "White Night" and "Meng’s Spring and Autumn Annals" should have preceded "Classic of Mountains and Seas."

Just arrange the timeline in order, and you’ll know that what changed Yan Weiwei’s mind was not that staged act. Those few drops of blood you shed were in vain...

"I’m really so happy to have been of help... Hehe!"

"Uh... Brother Meng, besides telling you this good news today, I actually have another favor to ask you," Fan Shigang said, somewhat embarrassed.

"What is it?"

"Well, Master Yan has agreed, but she made a request."

"What request?"

"She wants me as a sparring partner..."

"Sparring partner?" Meng Lang was taken aback.

"Yes, Master Yan said she hasn’t practiced with someone for a long time and feels a bit rusty, so she wants to practice with me this afternoon..."

"Sure! Just cramming at the last minute."

Though it’s probably not going to be of much use...

"Uh... I’d like to ask you to come along with me,"

"Huh? Why?" Meng Lang asked, puzzled.

"I don’t know Chinese martial arts, what’s the point, to have me referee?"

"Cough! The main thing is, the tone Master Yan used on the phone was a bit harsh, seems like she’s not in a good mood, and while she said sparring, I’m afraid of ending up as the punching bag..." the voice on the other end chuckled dryly.

"I was hoping, with the good relationship you have with Master Yan, having you by my side, she’d show me some respect for your sake, and not hit too hard."

So that’s it...

But... not in a good mood?

Why should I go stir up that trouble? What if she ends up beating me up too?

"You’re a grown man and a big guy at that! Even if you can’t beat Yan Weiwei, you won’t be turned into a punching bag, right?"

"Sigh! You’re overestimating me. By seniority, I should address Master Yan as great-aunt, and when it comes to strength, I’m well aware of my limits. Master Yan is just a step away from the legendary Dark Energy,"

"Dark Energy? Is that really a thing?" Meng Lang asked, curious.

"Of course. It’s just that very few in the world can reach that level. With my abilities, I’m afraid even devoting my whole life, I won’t even come close to the threshold..."

After saying this with a hint of sigh, Fan Shigang continued.

"Brother Meng, it’s an emergency amongst martial artists, help me out, and I’ll treat you to a meal afterward!"

Is this a matter of eating meals?

In fact, inside, he was reluctant.

There were so many pressing matters on his hands, which one wasn’t a matter of life and death? He really didn’t have time to bother with someone else’s tumultuous inner world...

Well! It’s just a volcanic eruption, after all!

Through the wind, around the bend, is there really a volcanic crater I can’t avoid?

"Alright, tell me the place..."

After hanging up, Meng Lang couldn’t resist covering his face.

Subconsciousness is controlling your life, and yet you call it fate...

The moment he decided, scenes of tragic beauty from the cruise ship kept surfacing in his mind.

His reason told him to stay out of this mess, but his emotions swayed the final choice...

Meng Lang was thinking.

How to truly be oneself?

Instead of letting one’s brain become a racetrack for someone else’s thoughts...

...

In Su City, Huqiu District.

Red Ribbon Boxing Gym.

"Huh? What are you doing here?" Yan Weiwei, dressed in training clothes, looked at Meng Lang with some astonishment.

"Hehe! By coincidence, I ran into Brother Meng on my way here, so we came together to join in the fun," said Fan Shigang with his honest, beaming smile.

"Right! I came to watch and learn; I’m actually quite interested in kung fu. Oh, I even joined a martial arts enthusiast association in college," Meng Lang said earnestly.

In fact, considering Yan Weiwei’s exceptional force value and her role as the honorary captain of Xiao Yu’s Guard Team,

having her around to protect the Lin sisters equates to an extra layer of protection.

One is a future scientist being cultivated as a key talent; the other is the unique ’scribe’ at the moment. Any accident involving either would be a huge loss for him.

To achieve the goal of the Anti-Night Demon United Front, someone like Yan Weiwei—with her strength, background, extensive connections, occasional client referrals, and reliable character—is precisely the kind of team member he needs, right?

Right! At a critical moment, she could even take bullets for him...

Sometimes, what a man needs is just a bit of security, no?

So Meng Lang convinced himself...

Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang for a while, then turned away with a pout.

"Fan Shigang, go put on the protective gear!"

Indeed, that look in her eyes confirmed she was in a bad mood.