Left jab tested the right leg sweep. Here it comes, the German-style rear bear hug, followed by an elbow strike and hammer fist.
I won! I won! Xu Jia'an, I won!
The imposing Peter climbed up the Octagonal Cage, accepting the vibrant flag handed to him by his coach. Draping it over his shoulders, he raised the flag representing his Chinese identity high and shouted to the audience, "Who says Chinese people can't do it? Step forward!"
After this battle, Peter's overall record was established, all victories in the first round against his opponents. Facing reporters during an interview, he pointed at the camera with his right hand and said, "John, I'm very interested in your heavyweight title. Are you up for a real man's match with me?"
"Mr. Peter, does this count as a challenge to heavyweight champion John?"
"Mr. Peter, you just won a match; isn't it too early to challenge the champion?"
"You are still young, while John is at the peak of his career."
Watching the seasoned and composed responses to the reporters' questions, Xu Li smiled with satisfaction. He turned off the television and walked over to the Apple Tree in the yard. Picking a bright red apple, he washed it with water and took a big bite, leisurely enjoying the shade beneath the tree.
Time flew by quickly. The timid and tearful child from his youth had finally grown into the person he had always hoped to be. In the cage, he was fierce and disregarded all opponents; in everyday life, he was humble and loved to joke around—a young man everyone adored.
Natasha from Ivan's family rushed into the yard with her one-year-old son Xiao Andong in her arms, along with chubby Katyusha and several other Little Ones from the village. They immediately surrounded Xu Li, who was sitting in the shade.
"Where are Uncle Xiao Qi and Uncle Xiao Ba?"
Xu Li gently brushed Natasha's disheveled hair aside and pointed at drooling Xiao Andong's nose: "They went horseback riding with Grandma Village Chief. Why aren't you staying home on such a hot day? Why are you running around?"
"We want to ride horses too!"
The youngest son of Ivanov's family spoke clumsily while occasionally slurping his saliva. Xu Li chuckled and gave him a light pat on his little bottom: "Do you want to eat watermelon and strawberries?"
"Yes! Yes!"
The Little Ones bounced joyfully, and seeing their innocent smiles made Xu Li laugh as well: "But if you eat watermelon and strawberries, you can't ride horses anymore."
He led the children back inside, letting them watch cartoons in the air conditioning while he went to the kitchen fridge. He took out a large watermelon freshly picked that morning, cut it up onto a plate, and washed some strawberries along with Xiang Gua. Watching the Little Ones enjoy their snacks brought him joy as he headed to the backyard greenhouse to pick more strawberries and Xiang Gua, along with a few more watermelons.
He placed them directly into ice water to cool down; today's weather was unusually warm for Siberia—temperatures soaring during the day were simply unbelievable!
The Little Guys were at the Village Chief's House, enjoying the air conditioning while snacking and sipping cold drinks. Before they knew it, evening had arrived. Xu Jiaxi and Xu Jiatai rode back on Da Huang and Xiao Huang, while Xiao Bai carried Daria, its mouth clenching a plump wild rabbit, ready to roast for its owners that night.
Xiong Da and Xiong Er followed behind, carrying their mistress. The Large Dog had become quite lazy, its round body resembling an oversized gas canister. It was so tired from walking that it struggled to keep up. Xu Li didn’t dare put it on a diet; after all, if this creature got too hungry, it would eat anything in sight, including people! It wasn't raised from a young age, and its wild instincts still ran deep.
Xiao Xiao Bai trailed behind with Zhuo Ya and Irina. The large courtyard resembled a small zoo. After work, Lana picked up her children, while Ivanov was still busy in the Cornfield. Bella held her drooling baby boy and waved goodbye to the Village Chief's family as the remaining children were picked up by their parents.
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