The day the Changyu Martial Arts School opened was an auspicious one.
In a small town where martial arts schools were common, the opening of a new school was not particularly noteworthy, except that this school taught Karate, which was said to be an Eastern practice.
With the political situation unstable in the north, the Japanese seemed to be on the verge of war.
People felt both fear and hatred towards the Japanese. The night before, they had agreed that today they would definitely confront the school and beat this foreign-loving individual until he was left searching for his teeth. So early in the morning, more than a dozen martial artists gathered at the entrance of the school.
The Master of Wing Chun Martial Arts Academy, Mr. Liao, was quite skilled and was said to have some distant relation to the Qing dynasty royal family, making him come from a prestigious background.
He was the leader of this street, so it was natural for him to take charge in such matters.
He asked a girl who was sweeping at the door, "Where is your Master?"
The girl, with red lips and white teeth, and large sparkling eyes, replied, "What do you want with our Master?"
Mr. Liao snorted fiercely and clenched his fist: "We are here to seek his guidance."
The girl looked over the group of more than ten people with a smile and said, "Please wait a moment." Then she took her broom inside and closed the door.
The group waited from morning until noon, growing thirsty and hungry, but there was no sign of movement from inside.
They finally realized they had been played. One of them kicked open the door and charged inside.
A flock of sparrows scattered in the yard as the back door of the martial arts school swung wide open, revealing an empty space.
Sitting by the back door soaking up the sun, the Beggar remarked that aside from a girl, he hadn't seen anyone come out from inside.
Mr. Liao stamped his foot and exclaimed, "Ah, we've all been fooled! That little girl is The Master of the Pavilion is a bit strong! How infuriating! The monk can run, but the temple can't escape; just wait and see!"
At that moment, Liu Mei was sitting in a teahouse across the street, grinning as she sipped tea and nibbled on snacks while enjoying the spectacle.
It was a joke; with her intelligence, how could she possibly fall for such a trick?
As soon as she closed the door, she dashed out through the back entrance. Fortunately, only a filthy beggar had seen her when she emerged.
Speaking of which, ever since that group left, why did this Beggar come over to sit opposite her?
She glared at him, sizing him up. "What do you want?"
The Beggar didn't even lift his eyelids. He continued to drink the tea he poured for himself and ate the snacks he took from her plate. "I want to enter Changyu Martial Arts School."
Liu Mei scoffed coldly. "I, Liu Mei, do not accept just anyone."
The Beggar's grip on his cup tightened until his veins bulged, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes, resembling a wolf that had caught its prey.
Liu Mei felt a tremor in her heart but stubbornly held her head high.
The Beggar glanced at her legs, which instinctively prepared to flee, put down his cup, and smiled faintly, "You don't have to accept me. Next time someone causes trouble at the restaurant, the back door might not open."
Liu Mei frowned, her face flushed. After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a few words that seemed half-smiling, "A teachable child, you must learn. I will accept you."
The Beggar casually cupped his hands together, "I am Ling Yunhan."
Liu Mei felt quite frustrated and spat out a few words through clenched teeth, "My family has strict rules; you better be able to handle it."
Ling Yunhan raised the corners of his mouth and nodded, "Fair enough. I came here for you..."
Even with Liu Mei's thick skin, she couldn't help but feel a bit shy, "How annoying, don't be so direct."
Ling Yunhan continued, "The family cook."
Liu Mei's face darkened; her reputation hadn't spread yet, but everyone knew about her family's affordable yet excellent cook.
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