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Faster than the police was the wife of the Third Junior Disciple.
She is also the cousin of Principal Xia.
As I dragged Xia Yingying downstairs, she hurriedly ran in from the entrance.
The organizers recognized her: "What brings you here? It's a mess, and you just finished your confinement, right? We don't want to disturb you."
I stood on the steps, looking towards Zhou Mo from a distance.
She appeared a bit thinner than before, and her complexion seemed somewhat haggard.
Yet the sparkle in her eyes made one overlook her frailness.
She gestured dismissively, signaling the organizers not to say more.
Then she stepped forward and pushed Teacher Wang aside.
Teacher Wang was taken aback: "You..."
Zhou Mo let out a cold laugh, picked up the microphone, and began addressing the bewildered onlookers.
"Hello everyone, many of you should know me. I am Zhou Mo, the wife of the President of Ning City Martial Arts Association, and I have organized numerous martial arts events."
People below nodded in agreement.
Many were excitedly exclaiming: "Zhou Mo! My goddess!"
"The Martial Arts Goddess! I’ve successfully become a fan!"
Zhou Mo pointed at the big screen and said, "Ten minutes ago, I received a call saying that someone is deliberately slandering my husband and my goddaughter."
Deliberate slander.
Goddaughter.
As soon as these two words were spoken, Teacher Wang's expression clearly changed.
" Teacher Zhou... Did you make a mistake?"
Zhou Mo couldn't be bothered to respond and continued, "Wang Miaomiao is my goddaughter. A month ago, I discovered her exceptional martial arts talent, so I trained her intensively and took her to participate in the martial arts competition in Ning City."
Teacher Wang's face turned pale, still struggling to comprehend, "Impossible... This can't be true."
Zhou Mo shot him a sharp glance and said, "The first video that was just played on the field was maliciously edited by someone with ill intentions. What really happened? Xia Yingying lost but then sneak attacked Wang Miaomiao, who had already removed her protective gear. If it weren't for Wang Miaomiao's quick reflexes, she would already be lying in the hospital—because Xia Yingying attempted to attack Wang Miaomiao's cervical spine!"
The crowd erupted in an uproar!
Attacking the cervical spine was a move aimed at taking someone's life.
Not only did it lack martial ethics, but it could also be said to be utterly immoral.
Xia Yingying struggled desperately in my grasp, shouting, "You're lying!"
This drew the attention of everyone present.
I nodded at Zhou Mo.
In that moment, it seemed like there were tears shimmering in her eyes.
Without needing to say much, I knew she had recognized me.
And those memories of us fighting side by side that had been buried in the river of time came flooding back.
More than a decade ago, Zhou Mo and I were sent abroad for an event promoting traditional Chinese martial arts.
The event was a success, but afterward, we were cornered by a few people hired by the organizers who demanded we drink with them.
Of course, we refused. I grabbed a chair and smashed it over the person who was getting handsy with Zhou Mo.
They were numerous and powerful, so I urged Zhou Mo to run and contact our people.
However, Zhou Mo gritted his teeth, picked up a fire extinguisher, and sprayed it wildly. After emptying it, he used the metal container as a weapon.
One punch for each burly man.
Though we were all in our teens, our youthful recklessness was quite different from Xia Yingying's.
...
After Xia Yingying finished screaming, she frantically spewed out curses: "Aunt, you must be mistaken. I saw Uncle holding Wang Miaomiao and crying. If she's not an illegitimate daughter, then what is she? She's the daughter of a bitch, a thief, and a mistress; she's a bastard!"
The room fell silent.
Zhou Mo walked over, took Xia Yingying from my hands, and wiped her tear stains with a tissue.
Xia Yingying was still agitated: "Aunt, don't be fooled by Uncle. This Wang Miaomiao is just a bastard..."
Slap—
Zhou Mo gently tossed the tissue aside and slapped Xia Yingying.
Xia Yingying was stunned, covering her face and not daring to make a sound.
"Yingying, considering how good your grandmother has been to me, I've been particularly nice to you and your father. But what have you two done?"
He snapped his fingers, and a new video appeared on the screen.
One by one, it documented Principal Xia's violations and misconduct.
"Your father wants to replace your uncle as the new President. But he doesn't dare to step forward himself; he’s using you as a pawn. What? Does he think minors are exempt from punishment? He seems a bit legally blind."
Zhou Mo did not put down the microphone, so this gossip was heard clearly by everyone present.
"You lost the match, and no one will criticize you. Attacking someone who is unprepared, do you think you deserve to learn martial arts? Not to mention... you also insulted their grandmother. You have a grandmother too, don't you?"
Xia Yingying cried, sobbing heavily.
Zhou Mo released her and walked towards me.
The crowd could only see her back, but I clearly saw her red eyes as she called out to me: Senior Sister.
I held her tightly.
At over thirty years old, she couldn't hold back her tears.
It was as if she had turned back into that little girl again, able to cry freely on my shoulder.
"Senior Sister, you're back. That's great."
Teacher Wang and Xia Yingying were taken away for questioning.
The organizers quickly uncovered the connection between Ning Yao and this incident—
That day, she had come to my door to make threats, and Xiao Jiu had recorded the entire conversation from behind the door.
Under Zhou Mo's "suggestion," Ning Yao, who attempted to manipulate things behind the scenes, was also disqualified from the competition.
Zheng Pei deeply bowed to my grandmother and apologized to her while crying.
My grandmother's expression was complicated, but she patted her shoulder and told her not to cry anymore.
I had a bye in one round and advanced directly.
The subsequent matches were tough but exhilarating.
I had a lot of anger and confusion built up inside me.
For example, why can children in their teens adeptly apply the unspoken rules of the adult world?
Threats, intimidation, bullying—so cruel.
They should be the flowers of the motherland, growing towards the sun.
Yet they have been forced to live like rats in a gutter, unseen by the light of day.
As the fight went on, all I could hear was the referee announcing, "Wang Miaomiao, victory!"
Turning to look down, I saw that the audience had filled with my junior disciples.
Excitedly taking photos and recording was Nine Sister.
The eighth junior disciple was wildly cheering with a plastic hand.
Sitting in the teacher's seat was the seventh junior disciple, his face full of emotion.
Fifth Junior Disciple had taken half a day off to come to the provincial capital.
Third Junior Disciple and Zhou Mo were there too, with a baby stroller beside them, where Xiaoyi was likely sleeping.
...
On the day I won the championship at the Provincial Competition, they took me to visit a grave.
The cemetery was at a secluded foot of a mountain, lined with pines and cypress trees.
My name, Chen Huanyi, was engraved on a neatly arranged tombstone.
I reached out to touch the ceramic photo; the person inside still smiled gently.
Next to my grave was Master’s grave.
He passed away many years ago, and before he died, he asked me to take care of my junior brothers and sisters.
I believe I have done so.
Over thirty years ago, my master took me in, and I became the eldest sister of the sect.
I am an orphan, without parents, but fortunately, I have a group of junior brothers and sisters who are like family to me.
During my teenage years, we always followed the righteous path.
There were hardships and obstacles.
But what remained unchanged was our love and sincerity for each other.
This sincerity continues to nourish me even today, after my rebirth.
I have transformed from the eldest sister into the youngest sister.
I may not have parents, but I gained a kind-hearted and simple grandmother.
Fate is always mysterious and unpredictable, yet I believe everything happens for a reason.
Chen Huanyi, may you rest in peace.
From now on, Wang Miaomiao will carry on your journey.
It will surely be As Brilliant as Yesterday.
(The End)
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