After discussion among ourselves, we identified our shortcomings and now need to request support from our superiors so that we can spar with Uncle Fang at any time to improve ourselves.

Shen Bo never expected to receive a letter from his son, which he boasted about to his comrades, earning them all their disdain. But when he opened the letter in front of everyone and read what he saw, he flew into a rage, exclaiming, "Damn it, how dare he rob my son!"

"What"

"What"

"What's going on, Lao Shen?"

"Yes, isn't that incredibly audacious?"

Seeing his expression, Li Zilong didn't rush to ask questions. Instead, he snatched the letter from his hand, quickly glanced through it, and said:

"Shen Dong's request for support is something we can support."

Then pass the letter on to other people to see.

"These kids are pretty good, Old Shen. They're so young, yet they already know how to come up with ideas."

"yes"

"My son will definitely get better."

Instead of replying to us, Uncle Shen had Uncle Fang take us to the army base every Sunday afternoon for training. We started with one-on-one sparring, then two-on-one, and then multi-on-multi. It took the five of us a year and a half to finally defeat the other side. But after only a short while, Uncle Fang got back up. It seems we still need to teach them.

From then on, basically, my eldest brother, Sister Nan, and Uncle Fang never won again. My third brother, fourth brother, and I were too young and no match for them at all.

Uncle Fang truly lives up to his reputation as a member of the guard company; the guard company is made up of soldiers who are all battle-hardened and highly skilled.

Sometimes Uncle Fang didn't have time, so other uncles from the guard company would train with us. In their eyes, we were just kids, but after they sparred with the older brother and Sister Nan once, they never treated us two kids like that again. They also taught us other things, such as reconnaissance and grappling.

Ever since Third Brother and Fourth Brother got beaten up, we started a fight mode. At first, we were a little embarrassed, but at the beginning, we were just playing around with punches, but in the end, we went all out. No matter what method we used, as long as we knocked the other person down, that was fine. And there was a requirement: we had to challenge two people within a set time limit.

From then on, the five of us went home every day covered in injuries. Mom saw it but didn't say anything. She just found some safflower oil and gave it to us so we could apply it to each other's wounds.

When Aunt Zhou first saw our injuries, she thought we had been fighting with someone again. But after learning the truth, she was so angry that her face twitched.

From then on, we were always covered in injuries. I didn't leave the house for a long time, but my older siblings went to school every day with both new and old injuries. Seeing this made the timid classmates cry. After the teachers and classmates found out, they realized that to avoid being beaten down again, even though they were powerless to fight back, they would fight again as long as they weren't killed. This angered several of my older siblings' teachers, who then visited their home.

But Aunt Zhou dismissed it with a single sentence: "My husband and I are both soldiers. We hope our children will join the military or have military-related duties in the future. So they need to be able to withstand hardship from a young age so they can better protect our country."

After listening to Zhou Tao's words, the teachers were at a loss for words. These students were not only good at studying, but also had high standards for themselves. As teachers, they didn't have many expectations of them. So from then on, the teachers turned a blind eye and didn't care if they caused trouble or not.

Most importantly, when school started in September 1956, I officially became a first-grade student. The night before, my mother asked me:

"Mianmian will take you to school tomorrow to register. This is the canvas bag Mom prepared for you. I also sewed a pencil case for you, with two pencils inside, which are already sharpened, and an eraser. There are also two new notebooks, one for Chinese and one for math. Write your name on them now."

"Good Mom"

"If you encounter any problems at school that you can't solve, go to your teacher. If the teacher isn't there, go to your third and fourth brothers, understand?"

"Okay, Mom."

"That's great! So, our Mianmian will be a primary school student starting tomorrow. Aren't you happy?"

But to my utter surprise, the next morning at the training ground, during my duel with my fourth brother, he accidentally hit me in the left eye.

During my fight with my third brother, he punched me right in the eye. Now I'm going to school with a black eye. How am I supposed to face anyone? But I can't skip school because today is the only day I can register. My mom even took half a day off to accompany me to register.

However, I wasn't at a disadvantage. Don't underestimate me just because I'm small. I'm quite strong. During the duel, I was the one who punched the other guy in the eye first. Now, Third Brother has a dark circle around his left eye, and Fourth Brother has a dark circle around his right eye. We're even.

And so, sporting two panda eyes, I walked all the way from home to school, with my two bodyguards following me on either side. They were also here to register for school today, one in fifth grade and the other in third grade. (Speaking of school, I have to mention my older brother, Sister Nan, and third brother; they were very lucky. They all started in the spring semester, and after the unified autumn semester started in 1953, they all successfully skipped grades through their own abilities.) Similarly, in the fall, my older brother will be in eighth grade, and Sister Nan will be in seventh grade. Then, I'll find a chance to go straight to second grade; I don't plan to be in first grade with these little brats.

When my mom took me to the registration office, I was like a monkey being stared at. What can I do? I'm naturally beautiful (staring at the beauty with panda eyes). As long as I don't feel embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed. Didn't you see that even my mom didn't care?

Liu Linjuan didn't care at all. When she was young, she was like this when she practiced martial arts. She would get injured here or there, but she still went out. On the contrary, no one dared to bully her.

It's good that my daughter is like this. When Shen Xi and Shen Nan come over later, if anyone dares to bully my daughter again, then just wait and see if she doesn't tear down their house.

Just as she was registering, the teacher holding the information had a question on her mind. She wondered who had hit such a well-behaved and adorable girl. Before she could even ask, she heard…

"Mianmian, Mianmian, we're here to pull you up!"

When the teacher registering the information saw that Shen Xi and Shen Bei each had a black eye, she realized that this seemingly weak child was actually a martial arts expert, and that she had been overthinking things.

When I saw the teacher's confusion, I knew that my lifelong reputation had been ruined by those two. My lifelong honor!