My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 442 - 292: Unforgettable

Chapter 442: Chapter 292: Unforgettable

"How many times did you jump?"

"Eighty-one times."

"Feel anything?"

"Yes!"

"Then did you master it?"

"No."

"I see..."

Although it was normal not to learn much within a day, and I hadn’t had great expectations, I still felt a tad disappointed inside.

Because this meant... I had no choice but to take action myself.

[There is never a first in literature, nor a second in martial arts.

After returning to Su City, the reputation of ’Hero of Guanzhong’ brought trouble, as various self-proclaimed martial arts experts from this sect or that style, or this fist or that leg, would come to challenge me from time to time, which was utterly annoying...

The lessons learned from the mistakes of others are of future use!]

Brother, that’s easy for you to say, but in such a rush, what can I do besides pushing the duck onto the perch?

Looking around, Yan Weiwei was already at the peak of her force value, and if she couldn’t manage it, what could the others do?

It’s only in times of need that one realizes one is short of help. There simply aren’t enough people around to handle all kinds of emergencies...

"Or should I use threats and incentives to make old Yan Feng hand over his daughter?" Meng Lang silently pondered.

Only that plan had its difficulties in execution as well; if I use threats... might not that just increase the masochist’s affection for me?

After all, she is Yan Weiwei’s real father.

As for incentives... I probably don’t have as much money as them...

Watching Yan Weiwei’s bitter and resentful face, Meng Lang could only sigh.

I could understand her feelings.

After all, I was the one who had given her hope, and it was a letdown that turned out to be in vain; it was normal for her to feel resentment.

But what’s with that look as if you want to stab me with a knife?

Are you really that upset?

"Sister Weiwei, it’s okay, I believe you can win even if you didn’t master it!" Xiao Yu was trying her best to console her.

"Right! We’ve come this far; let’s have something to eat first," said Meng Lang, nodding.

Hmm... The gourd chicken tasted not bad yesterday...

But after taking a couple of steps away, I noticed that Yan Weiwei was still sitting without moving. I couldn’t help but look at her with concern.

"What are you doing? Let’s go! It’s almost dark, are you still wanting to practice?"

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes and pointed downwards, "My legs are too weak to move..."

"Uh..."

Indeed, after nearly a hundred jumps, both mentally and physically it was a huge test. A normal person would have collapsed by now, not to mention the person beside who could only walk by leaning on the wall now.

"I’ll help you up."

Lin Haitang walked over, intending to help Yan Weiwei up, but the next second he staggered, and they both nearly fell over.

Meng Lang hurried over to lend a hand.

Despite her well-proportioned figure, Yan Weiwei was tall and leggy, and must weigh over a hundred pounds; Lin Haitang alone was somewhat strained.

After supporting her for a few steps, Meng Lang noticed that Yan Weiwei seemed to have exhausted all her energy, her legs weak and powerless, moving forward step by step.

We arrived full of vigor and pride, but we left like a group of beaten, frail invalids.

Limping and supporting each other.

"Welcome to visit us again!"

The dutiful staff member at the post bowed slightly and with a professional smile saw off the cash-paying guests.

Then, shaking his head, muttering about the strange group of people, he started to pack up the various safety equipment.

"Huh?"

Just then, he suddenly looked towards the spot where Yan Weiwei had been sitting, looking rather puzzled.

"Strange, it was fine this morning, how did it crack?"

On that tile...

There was a spider web-like, footprint-shaped crack...

...

We hadn’t gone far when Lin Haitang, struggling, made Yan Weiwei reluctantly stop.

"How about I rest for a while and descend the mountain once I’ve recovered?" she suggested.

"But if we don’t take advantage of the remaining light to get down the mountain now, it will be even harder to descend once it’s completely dark," Lin Haitang said with a frown.

Meng Lang nodded in agreement.

But looking around, there was no counting on Fan Shigang; seeing him with legs shaking like Parkinson’s, it’d be impressive if he managed to get down on his own...

"Meng Lang, you carry Weiwei down," said Lin Haitang.

"Ah?"

He looked at Lin Haitang in astonishment, pointing at himself.

"Me? Carry her down the mountain?"

"Who else then? You surely don’t expect me or Xiao Yu to do it, do you?" Lin Haitang said helplessly.

Meng Lang eyed Lin Haitang suspiciously.

We just struggled like that, and now you suggest this... Aren’t you testing me?

But Lin Haitang simply took the fish from Meng Lang’s hand and just stood there looking at him.

Realizing there really might not be a better solution, Meng Lang approached Yan Weiwei and squatted in front of her.

"Climb on," he said.

Yan Weiwei hesitated for a moment, but seeing that it was indeed getting dark, she placed her hand on Meng Lang’s shoulder...

Meng Lang felt a few strands of hair fall on his face, tickling him.

The indescribable feeling from his shoulders made him...

Amitabha! Desire is not different from emptiness, emptiness not different from desire!

Lin Haitang, carrying the items and leading Xiao Yu, followed behind, looking at their overlapping figures with a complex expression in her eyes.

The trouble plaguing her was more than just "commitment-phobia"...

Even she didn’t know why she was the one who had suggested this idea.

Maybe... it was out of a sense of guilt deep within her heart?

But why was there still a sense of loss in her heart, when it was clearly her own decision...

"Dwell not on the past, nor fear the future, be not troubled at heart, dwell not on the past, nor fear the future..."

Someone muttered quietly, the words carried to Lin Haitang’s ears on the wind...