[Before the business trip, the plans were thorough: the purpose, the route, the accompanying personnel...]
I felt as confident as a planning expert.
You fantasized that you could navigate through the complex world, erge unscathed, and then return to the starting point...
However, changes arose as soon as the plan kicked off.
First, there was a change in accompanying personnel, then the 1:30 PM bullet train was delayed by a full half-hour...
Frightened, I quickly had Zero infiltrate the railway bureau’s internal network to find out the cause of the delay.
As I pondered whether to use satellite resources to thoroughly check all possible dangers along the way, or to simply cancel the trip,
Zero inford that it was just temporary traffic control...
With the highest level of alertness, I boarded the bullet train for six hours and safely arrived in Xi An, the destination of this trip, where I t Yan Weiwei’s father.
Yan Weiwei’s father, nad Yan Feng, was an elderly man, older than I expected, but surprisingly, his attitude was friendly, and the reception was enthusiastically ticulous, making feel right at ho.
Apart from almost witnessing a full-blown father-daughter fight at the welcoming banquet, the trip went smoothly, which was indeed a cause for celebration...
But the experintal promotion of the "Ancient Martial Artists Army" plan wasn’t that smooth.
For ordinary people who had never experienced brain overclocking, describing it was hardly enough to convey this implicit, indescribable "stream of consciousness" technique.
"Stream of consciousness," a term Yan Weiwei coined because she found "brain overclocking" too cumberso to say, and she self-proclaid to be the founding disciple of it.
Nevertheless, Yan Weiwei, until the end of the world, never mastered this ability.
Fan Shigang gained nothing either, and even began to doubt the existence of "brain overclocking"...
The reasons included limited teaching skills and the high difficulty of the skill.
Although I was ntally prepared for failure, I was still sowhat disappointed.
A transmutation master that appears once every thousand years really couldn’t be simply replicated, or else why haven’t we heard that Dharma’s disciples were also masters?
Civilization transformation plans for cultivation... really seed sowhat unreliable...
With the plan to defy fate failing, Yan Weiwei, though disheartened, didn’t give up the struggle.
On the day of the climbing competition, she ranked tenth, and I advised her to give up.
"Give up? Today, either I stand at the summit, or I’m carried back lying down!"
Having no choice, I hastily executed "Plan B" and joined the "Twelve Road Spring Leg Climbing Team" under the na of Yan Weiwei’s closest disciple...
I accidentally hit the Baji Fist master too hard, breaking one of his legs, and the rest were just light touches, friendly sparring, which earned unanimous praise from the martial arts community friends.
In the end, I easily reached the summit and was given the nickna "Hero of Guanzhong" in the martial arts circle.
When I returned to our "climbing team," everyone looked at strangely, especially Mr. Yan, whose scorching gaze had an indescribable flavor...
On the evening of the day the climbing competition ended, Mr. Yan, wearing a triumphant smile like a blooming chrysanthemum, held a grand celebration feast.
"Although it was not Weiwei who reached the summit herself, her disciple did, and naturally, it counts just the sa!"
Yan Weiwei’s face bead with joy when she heard the words she most wanted to hear.
This ant that her plan for three more years had successfully taken the first step.
Mr. Yan seed in a very good mood, personally coming over to toast continuously, and we, the younger generation, naturally couldn’t refuse.
But his smile sohow made feel uneasy... and then I lost consciousness...
I don’t know how much ti had passed when I woke up on the hotel bed with sothing indescribable beside ...
I didn’t know what I was feeling at the ti.
Annoyed? Puzzled? At a loss? Perhaps there was even a bit of resignation to fate...
Unsure of how to face Yan Weiwei, I hurried out of the room, only to find that my fellow traveler from the next room had already vanished...
Seeing this, ng Lang was completely dumbfounded!
What!?
What a bizarre developnt!
This trick again! Ti and again, targeting my weaknesses with combos, huh?
ng Lang’s summing up after seeing the opening is... all sorts of unexpected!
His own plans, not one went smoothly according to plan.
Sure, his brothers had been unlucky, but surely not this sorely, right?
Could it be that this book carries a curse, the more you read, the quicker your luck decreases?
But I was willing to accept what had happened before!
Even at my own headquarters, to still be ambushed like this!
No doubt, several points in this book hint that the one plotting against must be Mr. Yan!
You beast in human’s clothing!
They say that a father’s love is like a mountain...
Yan Weiwei, this is more than a landslide, it’s practically a complete fissuring of the mountain!
...
"Knock, knock!" Yan Weiwei, pulling her suitcase, knocked on the door across the hall.
"Really, what ti is it? Dilly-dallying, it’s ti to gather!"
"Click!" ng Lang, with a dark expression, opened the door.
"Ta-da~"
Just as the door opened, Xiao Yu, carrying a small backpack, suddenly jumped out from behind Yan Weiwei, revealing a big smile.
"How about that, uncle, surprise or not?"
Looking at the three people in front of him, clearly ready to travel with their bags and luggage, ng Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Haha! You might not believe , but I was just surprised a mont ago, just a bit too surprised. I’m still not quite over it.
"Uncle, what’s wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
It’s just that I purely hate that feeling of sothing exceeding my plans...
It seems... this is what they call ’a change of accompanying personnel’...
"So, you are all going together?" he asked helplessly.
"Yes! Weiwei’s crucial battle, although we can’t help much, we can go there to cheer her on," Lin Haitang said.
"Yeah! This ti, united as one, with our concerted effort, Sister Weiwei will definitely reach the top!" Xiao Yu raised her little fist.
"Right! I now declare, ’Xiao Yu’s Guard Team’ is temporarily renad ’Xiao Yu’s Mountain Climbing Team’! This ti, we succeed or die trying!" Yan Weiwei declared with a resigned look.
"Sister Weiwei, go for it! You can do it!"
ng Lang watched helplessly as the atmosphere turned intense.
Although I really don’t want to dampen your spirits, this ti Sister Weiwei is truly in bad shape...
"Xiao Yu, isn’t it a problem that you skip classes?"
"Uncle, I’ve already self-studied through my junior high courses, and taking a few days off, my teachers had no objections!"
"Then... Lawyer Lin, what about your work?"
"Don’t worry, there haven’t been many cases lately, so I took my annual leave."
ng Lang felt helpless upon hearing this, especially when he looked at Lin Haitang, his gaze sowhat complicated.
Inevitably, this was the so-called ’companion next door’...
[After returning from mountain climbing, Lin Haitang decided to develop her career in Beijing. We remained friends, still able to greet each other...]
Recalling the description of the future in "Stone Records," ng Lang felt his teeth ache.
This familiar style of writing... It seed as if history took a detour and returned to so original point.
However, in the last episode, the Lin sisters should have been just like him, not joining Yan Weiwei in climbing, but this ti it changed again.
Well, it had to be the variable caused by this little butterfly of mine...
After so many such hassles, ng Lang was no fool and naturally saw that Lin Haitang must have feelings for him by now.
To say he was secretly pleased was definitely a bit of an understatent.
However, Lin Haitang acted like an exceptionally sensitive little rabbit, frightened by any sign of disturbance, showing hints of hot and cold, a typical wavy pattern.
His sudden influx and reduction of popularity, various missteps in popularity, learning that he and Yan Weiwei...
Well, it was impossible for that popularity not to decline.
Overall, to ng Lang, she seed to always be in so kind of ideological tug-of-war, repeatedly hopping back and forth across the emotional divide.
Having witnessed this "famous scene," there was no doubt she was determined to fly far away, better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to fret alongside one another.
This reminded ng Lang of that old cliché "The forebears are too busy lanting themselves for the later generations to mourn."
All his buddies were enigmatic, unreliable figures; it seed he had to rely on himself to find the answers!
Speaking of which, that old man from the Yan family must have seen sothing, right?
This is clearly killing two birds with one stone!
While making rice into cooked rice, he also casually eliminates his biggest rival...
Tell , why is a martial artist like you so scheming!?
ng Lang never liked to assu the worst motives in a person, but ’Mr. Yan’ was definitely an exception!
I might accept what cos naturally, but scumbags don’t deserve excuses!
But what about this high-handed aggression, and why the confused state?
I’m a Grandmaster of a prominent school, don’t I need to save face?
’Mr. Yan’, world-class crucial NPC ng Xiaolang now loathes you!
A gentleman’s revenge is not too late even after ten years, the vengeance not served in past life must be avenged in this one!
Seeing ng Lang grinding his teeth in anger, Xiao Yu asked uncertainly.
"Uncle, what’s wrong? Did we do sothing wrong?"
ng Lang pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply.
"How could that be? The mistake is my own."
"I should have known, ’A tall tree catches the wind, it’s just... I’m too outstanding..."
"..."
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