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Zhou Dewang signed me up for a martial arts competition.
He brought in Sports Team Leader to help me with special training, saying I was an exceptional talent.
Sports Team Leader isn't skilled in martial arts; the special training focused on Wang Miaomiao's physical fitness.
This frail little body could win before, entirely relying on my skills and fearless determination.
Once we reach the competition arena, it will be a real contest with genuine stakes.
After days and nights of intense training, the day of the competition finally arrived.
That day, Sports Team Leader had a class, so Zhou Dewang accompanied me to the competition.
Nine Sister called me, saying she would come later and bring me a big surprise.
The competition venue was already crowded as I warmed up, while Zhou Dewang kept handing me water and towels.
However, his phone kept ringing, clearly indicating an urgent matter.
I said, "You go take care of your own business; I can manage myself."
Zhou Dewang apologized, saying, "Sorry, Senior Sister. It's probably something from school. I'll take this call and be right back."
I nodded, "Go ahead; I'm fine here."
He dashed off quickly while I wiped my sweat and continued warming up.
Suddenly, several shadows fell in front of me.
They were wearing training uniforms, with "Shangwu Middle School" written on the front and back.
I knew this school; it was a martial arts school that combined middle and high school education.
Leading the group was a girl with a ponytail, her expression openly showing disgust.
"Are you Wang Miaomiao?"
I nodded.
Her expression worsened: "You're the one who took my Sister Xu's spot in the competition!"
Took away a competition spot?
I began to understand.
Originally, Ningzhi Middle School wasn't participating in this type of competition, and all the spots were allocated to these martial arts schools.
Now that Ningzhi Middle School wanted to compete, they naturally had to take a spot from another school.
But this was a rule of the competition schedule and had nothing to do with me personally.
Seeing my silence, she became even angrier, placing her hands on her hips and confronting me: "Are you mute?! Speak up!"
As she said this, she pushed me.
I gently sidestepped, causing her to stumble forward and nearly fall.
The group of Lackeys behind her immediately supported her and all stared at me.
I asked, "Do you really like your junior sister?"
The Ponytail Princess shouted, "Yes!"
I asked again, "Are you angry because your junior sister doesn't have a competition spot?"
She glared at me and said, "Yes!"
I laughed, "Then why don't you give your spot to her? Why come to me?"
She exclaimed in frustration, "The spots are given by the school. Do you think they can just be given away?"
I nodded, "So you know the spots are given by the school? Then why are you looking for me?"
She was stumped and stammered for a long time without making any sense.
I raised my leg to leave when she suddenly lunged at me from behind, trying to push me.
I dodged again, and she missed.
This time, she fell flat on her face.
I looked down at her and said, "Didn't your master teach you not to use the same move twice?"
She glared at me angrily and said, "You took my Sister Xu's spot; you're such a Bitch!"
I crouched down and gently patted her cheek, "How old are you? Thirteen, fourteen? Do you know what is most taboo for someone who practices martial arts? Being reckless and aggressive. If you dislike me so much, just defeat me in the arena, got it?"
She angrily pushed my hand away, "Do you know who my dad is? Do you know how powerful I am? You're just a regular middle school nobody, and you dare to show off in front of me!"
The group of lackeys behind her hurriedly helped her up, their words sounding as if they had been trained.
"Yingying's dad is our principal!"
"Yingying has been the champion of the girls' division for three consecutive years!"
"Yingying's dad is really close with the Martial Arts Association President; he could easily get you disqualified!"
These half-grown kids were all indignant.
Did they even realize what they were boasting about?
I suddenly said, "Oh, that's impressive. Should I give you a round of applause?"
They were all taken aback.
Yingying glared at me fiercely, "Everything Sister Xu lost, I will make you spit it out."
I clapped my hands twice without any emotion and praised her flatly, "Then good luck to you."
This is what it means to meet on a narrow path.
The opponent I drew in the lottery was none other than Yingying.
The little princess tied her hair into a higher ponytail, looking as if she could soar into the sky.
Before the match, both sides were to exchange greetings, and we usually say something like "please give me your guidance."
There was a hint of ancient chivalry, and it felt a bit more humble.
Yingying came up and said, "Go home and drink milk!"
The referee frowned.
Next to him stood a middle-aged man who looked somewhat like Yingying.
He was probably the principal of Shangwu Middle School.
The Martial Arts Principal leaned down to say something to the referee, who immediately brightened up.
In front of me, Yingying's face turned red: "I'm talking to you! Why aren't you answering?"
Oh, it's my turn to throw down some harsh words.
I calmly replied, "I don't like drinking milk; I prefer hitting people."
Almost simultaneously, the referee blew the whistle, and the match began.
Yingying charged at me like an angry little lion.
When her fist was only a few centimeters away from me, I sidestepped, lifted my leg, and executed a side kick.
I swear, I controlled my strength.
She is just a little girl; I wouldn't go all out on her.
It seems that the training of the Sports Team Leader was quite effective, as my kick unexpectedly sent Yingying flying.
She lay on the ground, looking at me in disbelief.
The referee and the Martial Arts Principal also stared at me in shock.
The referee quickly flipped through the list, muttering, "This is Ningzhi Middle School... Wang Miaomiao?"
The Martial Arts Principal glared at me with a sinister expression, his frown deepening.
I couldn't be bothered to acknowledge their gazes and focused solely on Yingying in front of me.
"Can you get up?" I asked.
My question was a genuine concern.
Back in the day, I was skilled in both boxing and kicking, winning countless championships with my legs.
I truly worried that the little girl might not be able to get up.
However, Yingying took it as a provocation; her ears turned red with anger as she stood up and charged at me again.
"You can only dodge, can't you? Today I'm going to beat you to death!" she roared.
Hmm? Who said I only know how to dodge?
I charged forward as well.
Like two rockets, we collided head-on.
Yingying's fist grazed past my ear bone.
The expression on her face was quite smug: "Just one centimeter off, and I would have disfigured you."
Tsk, at such a young age, her heart is so dark?
She wants me disfigured?
I smiled back, but my hands didn't stop. I moved past her, then turned back to trap her shoulder.
I lifted my leg, bent my knee, and slammed forward.
Her expression instantly turned to shock...
Then she flew out like a sack of potatoes.
I flexed my wrist and slowly walked up to her, smiling.
"No need for just one centimeter; I can disfigure you whenever I want. You should be grateful that I went easy on you."
The crowd gasped.
There are several other Arenas around, hosting simultaneous matches.
But the audience has gathered around my Arena.
Seeing Yingying kicked into the corner by me, they began to discuss among themselves.
"Wow, isn't that Xia Yingying? The champion from last year!"
"Who is that girl? She can take down the champion with just one kick?"
"Shh, keep it down, Principal Xia is over there; he protects his own..."
Perhaps hearing these comments, Yingying struggled a few times, trying to get up, but she couldn't manage it.
Then I saw her crying.
As she cried, she shouted angrily, "Wang Miaomiao, you little bitch, just wait for me!"
The referee squatted beside her and counted down: "...3, 2, 1."
Xia Yingying still hadn't gotten up.
The referee raised my hand: "Ningzhi Middle School's Wang Miaomiao wins!"
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