The sound of running footsteps echoed from the corridor of Wuxian Senior High School's senior class.

"Quick, quick, Chu Jiaojiao has arranged another fight in the alley near the North Gate!" A chubby boy with a round face shouted in the corridor. A pretty girl with delicate features, who had been studying with her head down in the classroom, raised her head and looked out the window at the source of the voice.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. The girl stood up, slung her already packed backpack over her shoulder, picked up a book she hadn't finished reading from the table, and slowly pushed open the classroom door and walked out.

The glow of the sunset spilled onto the calm lake, making it shimmer with brilliant light. A gentle breeze blew, creating ripples on the surface and scattering stray hairs from the foreheads of passersby.

"Chu Jiaojiao, you little wench, you got away last time, but let's see how you run this time! Come on, teach this brat a lesson!"

Jiang Tian called to the group of underlings he had borrowed from his uncle. Last time, when Song Qi, the short boy from the next class, was bullied at the back gate of the school, Chu Jiaojiao, who was sleeping under the shade of a tree, saw him. Chu Jiaojiao pretended not to see it.

But Jiang Tian's insults became increasingly outrageous. Song Qi's father had died when she was very young, and her mother remarried Jiang Tian's father. The two boys, who were about the same age, were extremely hostile to each other. Jiang Tian was used to being arrogant and domineering, while Song Qi had a difficult childhood without a father and had to remarry with his mother. This led to his personality becoming reserved, withdrawn, and sensitive. In order not to make things difficult for his mother in the Jiang family, he often endured Jiang Tian's bullying without fighting back.

"How come your mother brought you, this burden, to my house, eating and living here? If it weren't for my dad supporting you and your mother, you'd probably be reunited with your long-dead father. Did you bring bad luck to your dead father?"

The words coming out of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy were more offensive than those of a reckless brute who didn't care about anything. This shows how arrogant Jiang Tian was, having grown up spoiled by the Jiang family's grandparents. And boys in their developmental stage can eat a lot!

To avoid making things difficult for his mother, Song Qi never ate his fill, which resulted in him being small in stature. Compared to the tall and strong Jiang Tian, ​​he had no advantage whatsoever. Coupled with his withdrawn personality, he was often bullied. Unfortunately, this time, Chu Jiaojiao witnessed him being bullied. Coincidentally, Song Qi's father's workplace before his sacrifice was the same unit under Chu Jiaojiao's father. How could Chu Jiaojiao bear to see her unsung hero, who was like her father, suffer such injustice? So she stepped in to help Song Qi.

Despite Jiang Tian's tall and strong physique, he was no match for Chu Jiaojiao, who had been practicing martial arts for many years. He was beaten black and blue in just a couple of moves.

Jiang Tian's miserable state after being beaten was reported to his uncle Shi Lei by some idle thugs on the street. Shi Lei had no children; his sister had passed away from illness, leaving him as his only son. Both sets of elders and Shi Lei had spoiled this only son rotten, and he had never suffered such humiliation. He immediately clamored to get revenge, so Shi Lei handpicked a few of his henchmen with some skills to help his nephew get back at him, which led to the scene that is now unfolding.

A tall figure with short, choppy hair swiftly raised his leg, slashed it away, and then swept it horizontally with a stylish squat, unstoppable and sweeping away all opposition, striking the temple and kicking the groin fiercely.

insidious?

An'an taught me that any move is acceptable as long as it can defeat the enemy.

Looking at the "corpses" scattered on the ground, Chu Jiaojiao casually lifted her sweat-dampened short hair. Beneath her oversized school uniform lay her still-developing figure, but this did not diminish her imposing presence. Chu Jiaojiao lazily raised her eyes, a wicked yet alluring smile playing on her lips. A group of girls watching from afar covered their mouths, excitedly wanting to pounce on Chu Jiaojiao. So cool! So cool! Their school's martial arts champion! Chu Jiaojiao's boyfriend power is just too overwhelming!