My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

"This... this is not scientific..."

Looking at Hu Yonghua who was muttering and looking absent-minded, Hu Yifei held back a smile.

"Dad, you see I told you earlier, this is not an ordinary tall man.

Not to mention you as a quasi-professional player, I guess the result will be the same when a professional player comes. "

Just kidding, he beat all the heroes on Zhongnan Mountain, and the Meng family was famous for flirting with his legs.

Was the title of the world's number one expert that day for nothing?
Although Hu Yifei doesn't have much experience fighting against masters, he definitely has a lot of fighting experience.

He knew whether he wanted to knock down many masters from the front, or if they were prepared...

The nerve response, eyesight, and body coordination are definitely far superior to ordinary people.

And these are precisely the key talents needed for table tennis...

Hu Yonghua couldn't refute Hu Yifei's words.

Even when facing professional players, he didn't have his head shaved like today.

After the bureau level, it is even more "few defeats".

This young man really doesn't respect the old and love the young at all...

"Are you sure...he's really not a professional player?" Hu Yonghua had a strange expression on his face.

"I said he was an insurance salesman with a background in Chinese, would you believe me?
The most popular exercise in the circle of friends is to run with the park uncle, right? "

Hu Yonghua's face became even weirder.

He is a professional and naturally knows the opponent's skills, which can be said to have completely surpassed the level of ordinary amateurs.

And people are still so young.

Unless it is years of practice from a young age, coupled with extraordinary talent, it is impossible to have such a level of crushing oneself...

Besides, when I met him not long ago, he was clearly a beginner who knew nothing.

But today...you will believe that he is the main force of the national team!

Of course, he suspected that the opponent had preserved his strength at that time and was deliberately pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.

But what is the picture?

Such a deliberate layout here, creating occasional encounters and creating suspense, just to pretend to be aggressive in front of yourself today?
Besides, my family knows my own affairs.

He just played a round with Secretary Li on a whim that day, and even the itinerary for the day was temporarily changed.

He really couldn't imagine that there would be someone who could foretell and create that encounter in advance.

But if it's a coincidence...it doesn't even make sense!

It's obviously the first time I've met passer-by A, why is he deliberately hiding his strength and showing off the upper limit after showing off the lower limit?

The purpose is to create extremely contrasting personalities?

Even Hu Yonghua, who has been in office for a long time, can be regarded as a person with a quick mind, but at this time his mind is still a little buzzing...

This guy doesn't play cards according to common sense... He can't figure it out at all!
But he didn't think about "Three Days of Shibie" at all.

After all, a person who was just a ping-pong rookie not long ago, who hasn’t practiced to become a master of the game in just a few dozen days, would be too far-fetched...

"Dad, let's not worry about your ping pong balls, you asked someone to come over to meet you today, didn't you mean to talk about business?

This is discussing poetry and discussing golf skills. They let people go without saying a word about the business.

Let me say yes first, don't ask me to hire someone again next time!

Even though you are the mayor of a city, people are idle and wild, and they don't want to see you at all! "

Hu Yonghua gave his son a blank look.

"Whoever said that we didn't talk about business matters, we've already finished talking!"

"Ah?" Hu Yifei looked blank, "Is there? What are you talking about?"

"That's why... I agree with you not to go into official career..."

Hu Yonghua shook his head and didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he turned around and left.

With the song "Linjiang Immortal", people showed their attitude.

In a game of golf skills, they showed their strength.

You have finished asking about attitude and strength, what else do you want to test?
Are you really going to test the old background of other people's "thousand-year family"?
Can you test it out and say that the other party made it clear that he didn't want to have too much to do with him, and he helped the Hu family so much...

It's all like this, and you don't know how to advance or retreat to annoy others?This is really unwise.

Some words, nothing was said, but everything was said...

People who don't understand see it in a fog, but those who understand it will know the three flavors.

The way of being an official is to stop at one point, see through but not tell through.

If you really have to wait until the word is broken, then it is often the time for the final showdown...

"Insurance salesman? Hehe! It's really interesting..."

Hu Yifei looked at the back of his father leaving with his hands behind his back and shaking his head, confused.

"I don't know why this is..."

……

"Yes, Not Bad!"

In Yipinju, Meng Lang, who returned home, searched for a long time, and finally hung the song "Linjiang Fairy" in an inconspicuous corner of the study.

Looking up and down, he nodded in satisfaction.

The wording is a bit ugly, but the key depends on who signed it.

The words of the mayor of a city are hung in the house, and there is no way to ward off evil spirits in the town house, but it is possible to drive away one or two troublesome little ghosts...

"Ding dong~"

Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.

"Who is it?" Meng Lang opened the door and saw Lin Haitang standing in front of him.

She was wearing black silk today and a professional OL outfit, as if she had just returned from get off work.

"Begonia? Is it time for dinner?" Meng Lang looked at his watch strangely.

"No, I came to you to talk about the AI ​​lawyer. I talked for a long time last time, but I didn't talk about anything serious..."

In the car the day before yesterday, Lin Haitang was made extremely guilty by Meng Lang's strange question about an "old photo". In the end, she almost forgot how she ran away.

Originally, he wanted to discuss the AI ​​lawyer promotion plan with Meng Lang, but in the end he didn't mention a word.

After struggling for two days, hiding like this was not an option, so she finally had no choice but to knock on Meng Lang's door...

"You came to me... just to talk about work?" "Then what else can we talk about?"

Of course, it is to talk about the relationship between us beyond time and space and beyond friendship...

Meng Lang looked at her helplessly.

"Didn't I tell you, you can decide this matter yourself, I'm a layman, where can I make any suggestions..."

"You started it, you still want to be the hands-off shopkeeper?

Besides, although you are usually unreliable, you are quite reliable at critical moments..."

Lin Haitang seemed a little unaccustomed to complimenting others, and her voice trailed off a little.

"Hehe!" Meng Lang couldn't help laughing when he heard that.

It should be said that it has been 20 years, but your trust in me is still unabated?

"Okay, come in." Meng Lang moved half of his body away.

"Hmm..." Lin Haitang looked down at herself, and then looked into the room. She didn't know what she thought of, and coughed dryly.

"Cough! I can't see it. Let's go for a walk in the community. It's cool outside."

rash:"……"

Well, I take back the evaluation just now...

……

There was only a little afterglow left in the setting sun in the distance, and the residents in the community picked up their children one after another, and there was a bit more fireworks than usual.

The sky was clear, a faint full moon loomed in the sky, and the sun and the moon were shining together.

"The moot court test the day before yesterday has greatly increased our confidence in the 'Seat of the Precepts Academy'. Next, we decided to let it participate in the national judicial examination in the near future, and even open court trials, to gain public recognition step by step..."

The two of them strolled on the tree-lined avenue of the community, listening to Lin Haitang's whispering in their ears, but Meng Lang's thoughts could not help but fly to the distant future.

The inexplicable emotion that was deliberately suppressed suddenly came to my heart again...

[You are always pessimistic, just like when we started promoting AI lawyers.

You say it's easy to start, but persistence is often too difficult.

There are a hundred people who start, but maybe only one person makes it to the end.

Today is cruel, tomorrow is even crueler, and the day after tomorrow is beautiful, but countless people will die tomorrow night...

In your life, there is no heroism, only one after another...

But I feel that there is only one kind of heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after recognizing the essence of life.

Don't forget your heart, you have to always.

So no matter what difficulties and obstacles I encounter, I will never regret my choice and will not succumb to fate.

As for... what is the "fate" in your mouth?
Maybe it's a coincidence at a certain time in life.

Perhaps the most unexpected result of many struggles and futility.

Unable to design and capture...

"Do not!!!"

When the vision is gradually blurred and your hoarse shouts are gradually fading away in your ears, the warmth from your five fingers is so clear, just like the day we walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau...

I think the corner of my mouth should be smiling.

"Thank you, always you..."

You said that everyone is actually a book.

Then I think, meeting you is my most beautiful page...]

"Hey! Hey! Are you listening to me?"

The coquettishness that came from my ear made me slowly come back to my senses, and the hustle and bustle of the real world became clear again...

"Um... nothing."

"What's the matter with you? Why do I feel that there was something wrong with your expression just now?"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Haitang looked at him, "I can't tell, but I always feel... a bit murderous?"

emm...

The hatred of taking away his wife is a bit murderous...it's normal, right?

Meng Lang stretched out his hands helplessly, trying to smooth the looming ferocity on his face.

He finally understood why the unplanned situation of "ghost writing" occurred.

Perhaps, the self who was dazzled by anger, the future world line...

It's long gone as a reference...

He couldn't bear to think about what kind of tragic fight he would launch against the Night Demons if he lost his mind, and what kind of Shura battlefield would the world become?
Seeing Lin Haitang with a concerned face in front of him, Meng Lang smiled.

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking, maybe you're right, some things have to be done.

Either heroism, or one after another.

Nobody is an exception..."

"Huh? What?"

"It's nothing, by the way, after you finish this part, let's go to the capital, and then I will invite you to the capital restaurant for dinner."

"what?"

Since the conservative strategy has all kinds of accidents, it might as well be more aggressive...

The moment he made the decision, Meng Lang felt extremely at ease, as if the haze that had been suppressing his heart for many days had been swept away.

He knew he shouldn't be impulsive, and if he can't bear it, he will make a big mess, but...

We all understand the truth, but sometimes the story is too provocative and emotions are at work...

It's like we always want to look at something with a detached, detached attitude.

But in fact, we can't really treat it objectively.

Because we are already in the game, we can't really stay out of it...

He looked up at the bright moon that gradually became clear over the treetops, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The moon on the tree is the moon on the sky, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart.

My heart has always been that of a spectator, but no one, he is a character in the play...