My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 461 - 300 Love Song_2

Chapter 461: Chapter 300 Love Song_2

"Uh... what is it?"

"He said, ’Only the utmost sincerity under Heaven can overcome the ultimate deceit, and only the utmost simplicity can overcome the ultimate skill.

What appears slow is in fact the fastest...’"

...

In front of an antique-style hotel.

Zhao Guangming opened the car door for Secretary Wei, then the two of them walked into the lobby.

"Leader, what kind of gathering is it today?"

After a heartfelt talk in the car, the relationship between the two seemed much closer.

"Oh, it’s Mr. Qin from the City Martial Arts Association and some martial arts masters from around the country...

A martial arts grand meeting was just held in Zhongnan Mountain these past few days, and we were responsible for the government’s cooperation.

It’s our mission to promote martial arts culture, enhance exchanges, and showcase the soft power of Anxi City.

Today we’re here to represent the local government, offer our congratulations, and perform the duties of host.

You may think this martial arts circle is far from us, but some of the elder masters inside have a lot of influence in various circles. It’s good to make more connections, which will benefit our future work."

"Yes, I understand."

By the time Zhao Guangming and the others arrived at the third-floor banquet location, they found there were easily a hundred people present, the whole expansive hotel restaurant had been reserved.

Among them were many elders dressed in Tang suits, clearly the so-called martial arts masters.

Guided by the staff, they made their way through groups of people who were gathered here and there, talking about something, heading toward the main table.

The voices from the crowd reached Zhao Guangming’s ears.

"Really? No joke?"

"Would I lie to you? I saw it with my own eyes. You didn’t see those top ten masters, they couldn’t even walk properly!"

"That’s too ruthless, right? Is that a Hero of Guanzhong, or just pure villainy?"

...

"I’ve never heard of this name before. When did the Twelve Road Spring Leg produce such a monster?"

"Right, that old coin Yan Feng, so quietly and yet he suddenly trained two top masters. He’s really committed to making a splash!"

"Couldn’t agree more, damn it!"

...

"I originally thought a dark energy master was a big deal alone, but I didn’t expect there was another man that terrifying hidden away.

If it wasn’t for Li Lei of Baji Fist, who has formidable strength and couldn’t even be troubled by the dark energy master, then that man probably wouldn’t have revealed his trump card."

"Hmm! Anyone would have to think twice; after all, that move... is damn too damaging..."

...

"What? That man is not here for such an important occasion?"

"Better that he’s not here. You must not have seen the terror of that guy. My senior brother was invincible throughout Hebei, but against him, he couldn’t even fight back at all.

It’s a scene I’ll probably never forget in my lifetime."

...

"Have you heard? That man, they say he’s like Fu Hongxue, practicing only one move every day—he kicks! He retracts! Must do it a thousand times every day."

"Shh! That terrifying?"

"Otherwise, why do you think that so many masters couldn’t even take one move from him?

It’s training to the pinnacle..."

...

With several dozen tables, such a large scene, naturally, was noisy and lively.

But there was something about the atmosphere that Zhao Guangming found slightly off. Listening to the topics of discussion, the person most talked about was "that man."

Yet it seemed as if people were avoiding the subject, seldom mentioning the name.

He couldn’t help but shake his head; these martial arts circle people always act so mysteriously, discussing a master as if talking about Voldemort...

"Mr. Qin!"

The group approached the main table, and Secretary Wei greeted a Tang suit-clad elder with a smile.

The elder had been chatting with another person, but when he saw Secretary Wei, he immediately stood up and warmly shook his hand.

Then he turned to introduce him to the elder beside him.

"Elder Yan, let me introduce you. This is Secretary Wei from the city. Secretary Wei, this is Master Yan Feng of the Twelve Road Spring Leg, one of the leading schools of this climbing conference."

"Secretary Wei, hello."

"Master Yan, hello, hello, congratulations! The Twelve Road Spring Leg has a long and illustrious history. I’ve long admired it. May I know which hero won the title ’Hero of Guanzhong’?

Not to flatter you, but the title was actually one that Mr. Qin and some others came up with, haha..."

"Uh..."

However, the faces of Mr. Qin and Yan Feng across the table both seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"Ahem! Well, he... He got injured during the earlier competition, so he went back to the hotel to rest early."

"Is that so? That’s really a pity."

What followed was naturally a session of mutual business flattery, with Secretary Wei expressing the government’s vision for the healthy development of martial arts schools and acknowledging the role of the distinguished guests in spreading the culture of Country Hua and so on.

Yan Feng replied along while secretly sighing in his heart.

Slipping away through the back door without a word, I’ve never seen a young person with so little martial virtue...

Then he glanced at Weiwei sitting at the main table, cracking seeds with a look of utter boredom, and felt that the future of his Twelve Road Spring Leg was both bright and dark...

As an assistant, Zhao Guangming naturally didn’t have the privilege to sit at the main table, so after Secretary Wei made the congratulatory speech on behalf of the government, he was sent to a secondary table.

They say it’s the young prodigies who ranked at the top this time.

But... Why did Zhao Guangming feel that the sitting postures of the two people beside him were as awkward as if they had hemorrhoids?

And their conversation was equally baffling.

"Brother Song, I heard you’re also..."

"Brother Hong, turns out you’re... Sigh! I swear, I never want to face that kind of opponent again in my life!"

"Heh! I already took a vow at that moment..."

Zhao Guangming couldn’t hold back his curiosity and leaned over to ask.

"Brothers, are you talking about ’that man’? Who exactly is he?"

The two men, who had been talking, turned to look at him in unison, recognizing from his civil servant attire that he was not from their circle.

Seeing his curious baby-like expression, the two exchanged glances.

How could they, as "parties involved," bring themselves to speak of such things that were not so pleasant to hear?

All they could do was sigh.

"That man... is the calamity of the martial arts world..."

...

Elsewhere.

Meng Lang and Lin Haitang, who had slipped away, took a taxi back to the hotel with Xiao Yu.

After all, as a child, Xiao Yu was so tired from the day’s activities that she fell asleep in the car.

By the time Meng Lang carefully laid her on the bed, he too was exhausted, collapsing on the couch feeling completely drained.

Lin Haitang poured him a glass of water, looking at Meng Lang, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

She had many questions in her heart, but she didn’t know where to start.

For instance, how exactly did he manage to beat an opponent even Weiwei was helpless against?

And why did he, being so strong, choose such a method to win the contest?

Whether the secret manual was truly written by him...

This man seemed to always bring surprises, as if his entire being was shrouded in a layer of fog.

Every time a bit of the haze was cleared, the scenery inside left people in awe.

"What? Have you fallen for me, sis?"

"Can you be serious for once?"

"I am serious."

"Anyway, I still have to thank you on Weiwei’s behalf."

"Just a verbal thank you, huh?"

"What else?" asked Lin Haitang, giving him a look.

"Hmm... I think to show the sincerity of your gratitude, you should sing me a celebratory song."

Meng Lang looked at Lin Haitang and couldn’t help but think again about the rushed ending he had glimpsed that afternoon...

Yes, once again, it was Lin Haitang who ghostwrote it.

And the ending was clearly not as perfect as he had imagined.

Lin Haitang was taken aback.

"Sing what song?"

"Well... how about ’The Heavy Rain Makes This City Topsyturvy’?" Meng Lang said with a smile.

The last line of the book came to his mind.

[If time could flow backward, I think, I would sing to him.

It would likely be a love song...]

Lin Haitang’s cheeks instantly flushed red, and she blurted out a reflexive rejection.

But looking into his eyes that were gazing at her, she found she couldn’t utter the words...

"This is a simple love song

Singing of the twists in our hearts

I think I am happy with your warmth

The air at my feet has shifted

This is a simple love song

Singing of the doves in our minds

I think I am suited to be a bard

Youth is drifting in the wind

You know that even if the heavy rain upends this city

I will give you an embrace

I can’t stand seeing your back approaching

Writing down my lovesick lament that every second feels like an eternity

Even if the whole world were held hostage by loneliness

I wouldn’t run away, it’s inescapable

Eventually, everyone grows old

Writing down my castle where time intertwines with the melody of the piano..."