Okay, I take back my previous comment...

…

There was only a little afterglow of the setting sun in the distance. Residents in the community were picking up their children and going home one after another. There was a bit more fireworks than usual.

The sky is clear, a faint full moon looms in the horizon, and the sun and moon shine together.

"The mock court test the day before yesterday greatly increased our confidence in the 'First Building of the Discipline Academy'. Next, we decided to let it participate in the national judicial examination in the near future, and even a public trial, so as to gain public recognition step by step..."

The two of them walked on the tree-lined avenue of the community, listening to Lin Haitang's soft whisper in his ears, but Meng Lang's thoughts couldn't 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 it's often too difficult to persist.

There are a hundred people starting, but maybe only one person sticks to the end.

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

In your life, there is no heroism, only succession...

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.

Only by never forgetting your original intention can you achieve success.

So no matter what difficulties and obstacles I encounter, I will never regret my choice or succumb to fate.

As for...what is the "destiny" you call?

Maybe it’s the right timing at some point in life.

Perhaps it is the most unexpected result among many struggles and futility.

Unable to design and capture…

"No!!!"

When your vision gradually blurs, your hoarse shouting gradually fades away in your ears, but the warmth coming from your five fingers is so clear, just like that day when we walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau together...

I think the corners of my mouth should be smiling.

"Thank you for being you, it's always been 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 tenderness in my ears made me slowly come back to my senses, and the noise of the real world became clear again...

"Um...nothing."

"What's wrong with you? Why do I feel like there's something wrong with your expression just now?"

"What's wrong?"

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

emm…

The hatred for seizing your wife, with a bit of murderous intent... is normal, right?

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

He finally understood why the unplanned situation of "ghostwriting" occurred.

Perhaps, being blinded by anger, the future world line...

It has long since lost its reference value...

He couldn't bear to think about what kind of brutal fight he would wage against the Night Demons after losing his mind, and what kind of Shura battlefield the world would become?

Looking at Lin Haitang who looked concerned in front of him, Meng Lang smiled.

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

It's not heroism, it's succession.

No one is an exception..."

"Ah? What?"

"It's nothing. By the way, after you finish this period, we will leave for the capital. Then I will treat you to a meal at the capital hotel."

"ha?"

Since conservative strategies have various surprises, it might as well be more radical...

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

He knew he shouldn't be impulsive, and being impatient would ruin his plans, but...

We all understand the truth, but sometimes the story is too provocative and emotions get in the way...

Just like we always want to look at something with a detached and outside attitude.

But in fact we cannot truly be objective.

Because we are the ones in the game and cannot really stay out of it...

He looked up at the bright moon that was gradually becoming clearer above the treetops, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The moon above the tree is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is your sweetheart.
Chapter completed!