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I bowed to the arena as I removed my protective gear and walked down.
Zhou Dewang stood at the referee's table, visibly excited: "Senior Sister, you are as strong as ever..."
Before he could finish that last word, it was abruptly cut off.
Zhou Dewang's expression turned to one of extreme terror: "Get away—"
I felt a fierce punch coming from behind.
I closed my eyes, sensing the direction of the wind in that split second.
Then I lowered my head, turned around, and raised my leg.
I executed a merciless side kick.
It was purely a reflexive response from my body.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Xia Yingying curled up in the center of the arena, clutching her stomach.
Her face had turned pale, and sweat was beading on her forehead.
The ambush failed, and she ended up getting hit instead.
Zhou Dewang was furious: "Where's the referee? Where's the referee?! Xia Yingying attacked our unprotected competitor!"
Principal Xia helped Xia Yingying up, his face dark: "Who said that? It was your competitor who attacked our Yingying!"
Zhou Dewang retorted: "Xia Yingying ambushed, Wang Miaomiao defended herself; everyone here saw it."
Principal Xia stood up and coldly surveyed the surroundings.
The audience quickly lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze.
Satisfied, he turned back to us and said coldly, "Who saw it? Speak up."
The people around us dared not make eye contact, some frightened ones had already begun to leave.
I remembered that besides me, everyone present was from several martial arts schools.
Principal Xia was the head of the top martial arts school, easily able to manipulate those people.
But could he really turn black into white like this?
I said, "There are cameras in the arena; they don't lie."
Principal Xia scoffed, "You should think about how to pay up first!"
Zhou Dewang sneered, "What Principal Xia means is that he wants to turn black into white?"
Principal Xia replied calmly, "What black and white are there in this world? At least in this circle, what I say is what it is."
Zhou Dewang clenched his fists.
I understood him well.
In this circle, back when our Sect was thriving, Principal Xia was still somewhere sneaking around.
Now he considers himself the ruler of the circle; it's both laughable and frustrating!
"Principal Xia" said enough and then looked at me, "Wang Miaomiao... right?"
I nodded.
He sized me up from head to toe, "You're a good seed, but unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong opponent."
His voice was very soft, but I quickly understood his implication.
Before I could speak, he had already stepped away from me and said loudly, "You bullied my daughter; this matter cannot just be settled like this. Pay one hundred thousand, and we can settle privately; otherwise, you can wait to go to jail."
Just moments ago weak "Xia Yingying" suddenly opened her eyes.
Her small face was filled with malice, and her lips formed the words: "Wang Miaomiao, I will make sure you can't survive in this circle!"
I asked, "What if I don't?"
"Principal Xia" stared at me, "Then you can try."
I looked at the referee, but he avoided my gaze.
"Principal Xia" noticed this scene and smiled triumphantly.
"Xia Yingying's lackeys" were still gathered around the arena, adding insult to injury.
"Does she still dare to talk tough?"
"Does she even know who our principal is?"
"The Martial Arts Association President is the principal's brother-in-law; what does she think she is?"
Oh, nepotism, huh?
No wonder they are so arrogant!
Principal Xia did not intervene at all; instead, she appeared even more aloof amidst the whispers.
Not far away, two people approached.
Against the light, I couldn't see clearly.
I only heard one of them say, "What's all the commotion about here?"
That voice sounded somewhat familiar.
Principal Xia quickly went up to them, "Brother-in-law, what brings you here? When did you return to the country?"
It turned out to be the Martial Arts Association President.
I didn't pay much attention to him; my gaze fell on the woman beside him.
"Xiao Jiu?"
Nine Sister excitedly ran over and took my hand.
"Third Senior Brother, this is Wang Miaomiao, the one I told you about!"
Her voice coincided with Principal Xia's as she said, "That's her! She ambushed our Yingying and hurt her!"
I silently watched the man in front of me.
Third Junior Disciple.
Third Junior Disciple is actually the same age as me, but he joined the sect later.
When we were kids, we often teamed up to catch wild rabbits and birds.
Once, he mistakenly thought he had stepped on a landmine and stood frozen in place. It was I who helped him down.
He cried at the time, saying, "Senior Sister, you go away." I replied, "No way, Xiao San, you have parents. I'm an orphan; it makes more sense for me to die."
Later, Eighth Junior Disciple came up the mountain looking for us. When he saw us standing still on a stone, he asked in surprise what we were doing.
Eventually, we learned that the so-called "landmines on the mountain" was a fabrication by Eighth Junior Disciple, and we joined forces to give him a beating.
Time flew by, and so many years have passed.
Seeing Martial Arts Association President staring at me, Principal Xia mistakenly thought that my silence represented scrutiny.
"I think a child with such a ruthless heart shouldn't practice martial arts. What do you think? Shouldn't her competition qualification be revoked?"
Third Junior Disciple casually nodded and said, "Yes, her competition qualification should be revoked."
Principal Xia was excited and quickly called over the referee: "Xiao Wu, come here and revoke Wang Miaomiao's competition qualification! Does she even deserve to advance?"
Third Junior Disciple looked at him strangely and calmly said, "What I meant by revoking is to revoke Xia Yingying's competition qualification."
Principal Xia's expression stiffened, and he hurriedly said, "Brother-in-law, did you make a mistake? It was Wang Miaomiao who fought against Yingying."
Third Junior Disciple glared at her and said, "I’m not mistaken. I just watched the match footage; it was Xia Yingying who ambushed Wang Miaomiao."
Nine Sister winked at me.
I understood what was happening.
Third Junior Disciple was steady; upon hearing about the reincarnation, he surely didn't believe it.
So, he had to see for himself how I performed during the match.
The boxing and kicking techniques have their routines, but the moves, stances, and those little gestures and expressions are impossible to imitate.
Nine Sister wrapped her arm around my shoulder and whispered, "We were halfway through the footage when Third Senior Brother already wanted to come down and acknowledge you. Then we saw that Yingying actually ambushed you. Third Senior Brother slammed the table at that moment; it scared me..."
Meanwhile, Principal Xia was still trying to salvage the situation: "Brother-in-law, if Yingying wins the championship, it will be her fourth consecutive title, which would be beneficial for publicity. She just acted on impulse..."
With tears streaming down her face, Xia Yingying pleaded, "Uncle, please give me another chance. I didn’t mean to."
Third Junior Disciple glanced at her coldly and said, "The opponent has already removed her protective gear, yet you still mention attacking; it's clear you intended to harm her maliciously. Don't call me uncle anymore; I don't have relatives like you."
Feeling wronged, Xia Yingying looked towards Principal Xia, and under his gaze, she suddenly knelt down.
"Uncle, I beg you..."
Third Junior Disciple didn’t even look at her and focused on Principal Xia: "This matter can escalate significantly; if taken seriously, Xia Yingying could be banned for three years."
Principal Xia's expression changed repeatedly as he gritted his teeth and yelled at the kneeling Xia Yingying.
"Get up! You made a mistake and still have the nerve to cry! Apologize to your uncle!"
Xia Yingying was left bewildered by the scolding, saying, "But you told me to..."
Principal Xia interrupted her sharply, reprimanding her more sternly, "Apologize to your uncle!"
Xia Yingying began to cry again, this time out of grievance.
Through her sobs, she said to the Third Junior Disciple, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I won't dare to do it again."
The Third Junior Disciple raised a hand and said, "You don't need to apologize to me; apologize to Wang Miaomiao."
Xia Yingying shot me a resentful glare, standing up straight.
She couldn't bring herself to say the words "I'm sorry."
I smiled lightly and said, "If you don't want to apologize, then so be it."
As soon as I finished speaking, Principal Xia slapped Xia Yingying on the back of her head.
"Your uncle told you to apologize to Wang Miaomiao; are you deaf?!"
Xia Yingying burst into tears, sobbing as she apologized to me, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I had no intention of watching the father-daughter duo put on a show any longer. I nodded at the Third Junior Disciple and turned to leave.
The teachers, students, and staff around who were watching the spectacle looked at me with a newfound respect.
The subsequent competition went smoothly.
No contestant dared to pull any tricks, and no guiding teacher dared to manipulate things behind the scenes.
I hit the championship.
After many years, I once again won the championship in the youth category.
I hung the medal around my grandmother's neck, and she was so excited that she seemed about to cry.
"Good, our Miao Miao has grown up and made us proud. Grandma doesn't have to worry anymore."
I looked at her and smiled.
I thought to myself, Grandma, this is just the beginning.
The dignity you lost for Wang Miaomiao, I will pick it up piece by piece and present it to you with my own hands.
That night, the Third Junior Disciple hosted a dinner for us.
This time, more people showed up than last time. Except for Four Sister, who is still studying abroad, almost everyone else was there.
The Third Junior Disciple poured a full glass of white liquor and downed it in one gulp.
"Senior Sister, during the car accident, your phone flew out, and the car exploded. The traffic police found me based on your phone's last call."
He choked up a bit but quickly concealed it.
"When I was choosing the urn and the burial site for you, I kept thinking that if I hadn't called you that day, maybe you would be fine."
By the end of his words, his voice trembled slightly.
The Fifth Junior Disciple patted his shoulder and said calmly, "Third Senior Brother, don't cry. Senior Sister is back now."
I didn't comfort him; I just stated the facts: "When I answered your call, I had parked my car by the roadside. It was a drunk driver behind me who crashed into my car, which then caused the vehicle to explode. It has nothing to do with you."
The Fifth Junior Disciple nodded, "The investigation results from the traffic police are the same. I had mentioned this to the Third Senior Brother before."
I remembered and asked, "What happened to Zhou Mo? Is mother and child safe?"
That day, the Third Junior Disciple called me and said his wife was having complications during childbirth and was experiencing severe bleeding.
Her blood type was very rare, and I happened to have that blood type.
The Third Junior Disciple asked if I could donate some blood for her.
That was the last thing I heard as Chen Huanyi.
After that came the violent car crash and the flames that erupted instantly.
I was trapped in the mangled car until the fire turned me to ash.
...
I closed my eyes for a moment and took a sip of Wangzai milk to calm myself.
Then I heard the Third Junior Disciple say, "Later, the surgery went smoothly, and they are both safe."
He paused, sounding a bit downcast, "I didn't dare to tell her about your death; she found out through the news and cried for a while. She gave our little daughter a nickname, Yiyi. It's in memory of you, Senior Sister."
Chen Huanyi, Yiyi.
I suddenly felt warmth in my eyes and disguised it by taking another sip of milk, saying, "Let's not talk about it anymore..."
Nine Sister observed my expression and quickly said, "Let's not talk about that. Now that the Senior Sister is back, we should be happy for her. By the way, Senior Sister, you are going to the province for the competition tomorrow. Is there anything you need me to prepare?"
I waved my hand and replied, "No need, Xiao Qi has already arranged everything."
Zhou Dewang proudly lifted his head and said, "The hotel, transportation, and training uniforms are all prepared for Senior Sister! Everything is the best!"
I am very familiar with the environment of the Provincial Competition.
Not long ago, I was sitting in the audience as the chief judge.
Before coming here, my junior brothers and sisters had already gathered comprehensive information about the competition venue.
For example, my opponent this time transferred from Shangwu Middle School and was once a disciple of Principal Xia.
In other words, she is Xia Yingying's senior sister.
I am somewhat looking forward to seeing two senior sisters battle it out.
That night, I was already getting ready to wash up and sleep.
There were two knocks on the door.
I opened it.
Standing in front of me was Xia Yingying's senior sister.
Seeing me, she disdainfully snorted, "Wang Miaomiao, right? You should go tell the organizing committee tomorrow that you want to withdraw from the competition."
The people competing now aren't thinking about how to improve their skills; they're just focused on playing tricks, aren't they?
I said, "What if I don't?"
She smiled faintly and replied, "Then just wait for tomorrow; I'll send you a big gift."
She turned and walked away, her high heels clicking elegantly on the floor.
"Hey," I called out to her.
She looked back and said, "What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts? If you are, just withdraw from the competition tomorrow..."
I interrupted her and sincerely asked, "What’s your name again?"
Of course, she didn't answer. She shot me a glare, pointed at my nose, and angrily scolded, "Wang Miaomiao, you better not regret it!"
The next day, I learned her name.
Ning Yao.
I had just changed into my competition outfit and was waiting for the referee's signal.
Zhou Dewang said to me, "Senior Sister, the media from the province is here this time to cover your match. They want to portray you as a genius martial arts girl while also promoting our city's cultural education achievements."
I nodded in acknowledgment.
The camera was quickly set up, and a beautiful female reporter was confidently speaking in front of the lens.
"…On the Arena behind me, the match between Wang Miaomiao and Ning Yao is about to begin. Ning Yao is the champion from the last tournament, while Wang Miaomiao is a newcomer competing for the first time without any losses. What kind of sparks will their duel ignite? Let's wait and see."
Ning Yao and I stepped onto the stage and bowed to each other.
Just as the referee signaled for the match to start, a voice suddenly called out from the entrance, "Wait—"
A smile appeared on Ning Yao's face as she provocatively glanced at me and silently mouthed, "Wang Miaomiao, prepare to die."
The person who walked in looked somewhat familiar; he seemed to be Xia Yingying's coach.
Why is he here?
Xia Yingying has already been disqualified and banned for three years.
Teacher Wang strode forward aggressively, pointing at me and saying, "This Wang Miaomiao has maliciously bribed the referee to fix the match!"
The audience erupted in an uproar, all eyes turning to me with disdain.
The female reporter holding the microphone also looked at me with suspicion.
Zhou Dewang jumped up angrily, shouting, "Don't slander! Spreading rumors is a crime!"
Teacher Wang sneered, "You'll find out soon enough whether it's slander or not."
He took out his phone and said to the person on the other end, "Start playing the video now!"
The large screen in the center of the arena instantly switched to a live broadcast.
The first thing that appeared was a few lines of white text on a black background:
Ningzhi Middle School Wang Miaomiao, a month ago, had no martial arts talent.
Suddenly, she entered the Ning City Martial Arts Competition and won the championship.
Insiders revealed that Wang Miaomiao originally lost to a competitor but bribed the organizing committee to disqualify that competitor.
Next, footage of my match against Xia Yingying appeared.
It was edited to show only Xia Yingying attacking me.
Not a single frame of my swift counterattack that completely took her down was included.
Then came a few lines of text:
Wang Miaomiao has a close relationship with the Ning City Martial Arts Association President.
The President was furious on her behalf.
Is she a beauty? Is she an illegitimate daughter?
The next scene showed Third Junior Disciple angrily denouncing Xia Yingying for her sneak attack during the match.
The entire segment was muted, with subtitles in the upper right corner stating that Xia Yingying had been disqualified from the competition.
Zhou Dewang angrily stated, "It was Xia Yingying who attacked our unprotected competitor, not favoritism!"
Teacher Wang laughed mockingly, "Isn't it strange that Xia Yingying, who has been the champion of Ning City for three consecutive years, would resort to sneak attacks?"
He turned to the crowd and loudly proclaimed, "Everyone take a good look; doesn't Wang Miaomiao resemble the Ning City President? The disqualification of the champion is clearly to promote his illegitimate daughter!"
The crowd looked at me with disdain, whispering among themselves.
"I said it before, I've never heard her name until now. How did she suddenly become the champion of Ning City?"
"At such a young age, how shameless. She must have a shameless mother! A mistress!"
"How can someone like her compete against Ning Yao? Withdraw from the competition!"
This statement instantly stirred up a commotion.
Many people in the arena began to chant, "Withdraw! Withdraw!"
I didn't glance at them; my gaze was fixed on Ning Yao.
Beneath her feigned look of surprise, there was an unmistakable hint of pride.
"Wang Miaomiao, I gave you a chance," she said softly.
It turned out that the grand gift she intended for me was this.
And behind this gift, there must be the influence of the the Xia Family and their daughter.
Suddenly, everyone's attention shifted to the big screen.
A new short video began to play on the screen.
...
In the dim night, an elderly woman dressed in cheap, tattered clothes knelt down before a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old middle school students.
The little brats laughed, "Your mom is a slut, and so are you!"
...
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing at the door.
Dressed in clean, faded clothes, hunched over, with gray hair.
I remembered that my grandmother had specifically set aside her farm work to come on the earliest train today to watch my match.
I never expected that she would not only miss seeing me adorned with a medal but would also have to relive her own humiliation.
I snatched the microphone from the referee and shouted, "Who is in the control room?! Turn it off now, immediately!"
On the other side, Nine Sister hurriedly helped my grandmother out of the arena.
The footage on the big screen continued to replay, with Teacher Wang pointing at the video and saying something loudly.
"They all rely on this for a living; when the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be skewed..."
Zhou Dewang roared, "Wang, you better get ready for prison!"
Meanwhile, I quickly ran up the stairs to the control room.
Inside were Xia Yingying and Zheng Pei.
No wonder they were able to obtain the second video.
I guessed that I must look quite fierce at this moment.
Otherwise, Zheng Pei wouldn't be trembling unconsciously.
Xia Yingying raised her chin, looking very proud: "Are you here to apologize?"
I said, "Apologize to your mother."
She was taken aback: "Why are you cursing?"
I rushed forward and kicked her chair over.
I snatched the mouse and quickly closed the video.
Xia Yingying fell to the ground along with her chair, and like a madwoman, she lunged at me, trying to bite me.
I grabbed her ponytail, forcing her to look up at me.
I held her head against the screen, pointing at the two video files displayed there.
"One, deliberately framing someone, using the most shameless means to try to bring your uncle down."
"One, bullying an old lady, completely lacking empathy, feeling proud instead of ashamed."
With my other hand gripping her face, I laughed in anger: "Before, I just thought you were an immature child. Now I've realized you're just a born troublemaker."
Xia Yingying struggled desperately under my grip: "Zheng Pei, hit her!"
I slapped her hard across the face: "Shut up!"
With a loud bang, Zheng Pei was so frightened that she sat on the ground, mumbling incoherently.
"Miao Miao insisted that I come. If I didn't, she would hit me."
I nodded. "When we see the police later, remember to tell the truth."
Xia Yingying screamed, "How dare you! You shameless illegitimate child, do you dare to call the police!"
I slapped her again. "Just watch if I dare."
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