Chapter 19 The Bullied Older Sister Fights
Chapter 19
Qin Yan slapped the stack of exam papers in her hand hard across Gu Rong's face.
The force was neither too light nor too heavy, yet it still managed to slap Gu Rong's face to the side.
Does it hurt?
Gu Rong's eyes instantly turned sinister. He touched his burning face, tilted his head and glanced at Qin Yan, saying in a nonchalant tone, "It hurts a lot, Ayan."
"Yes," Qin Yan nodded, with an expression that said, "I understand you. It hurts a lot too."
She tugged at her hand that was being held, "So, let go."
Gu Rong looked at her, the hostility on his face still present.
Qin Yan stared at him intently, her tone still soft, but much colder: "Let go."
Gu Rong twitched the corner of his mouth, loosened his grip, and the warmth in his hand disappeared.
Qin Yan withdrew her hand, rubbed her wrist which had been gripped so tightly that it was red, and walked forward without looking back.
"Ah Yan," Gu Rong said, propping his chin on his hand and turning to look at Qin Yan's back, his voice still nonchalant, "be in the same class as me."
The slender yet not frail figure did not respond.
Gu Rong lowered his hand from his face, his smile vanished, he rubbed his sore legs, and stood up while holding onto the railing.
After watching the commotion, the students who were passing by or pretending to be passing by all pretended to be busy and walked away.
They were walking so fast their feet were practically steaming.
He was afraid that Gu Rong would take his anger out on him, since he looked like he had been rejected.
Ke Gu Rong was in a good mood.
Even though he got slapped in the face, it didn't dampen his good mood after beating up Qin Wu today.
He dragged his aching legs and slowly made his way downstairs, holding onto the handrail.
Ah Yan has changed.
But it seems even more interesting now.
*
The afternoon training proceeded as usual, but the students were somewhat different from those who usually trained.
Everyone was overjoyed and eagerly waiting to see what would happen.
This excitement might just be a joke.
Training always requires a warm-up.
On the playground, several hundred people were ordered by the coach to warm up. Some were arranged to jog, while others were arranged to do warm-up exercises before starting strength training.
Wang Hong deliberately made things difficult for Qin Yan, hoping to discourage her. Before class, he took her to the coach in charge of the Sanda class and let her practice with him first.
The coach who was training Qin Wu didn't intend to treat Qin Yan differently. He had no intention of showing any mercy to women. He treated men and women equally during training.
Qin Wu wasn't there; he had returned from the hospital, badly injured, and went straight home to recover.
Qin Yan was assigned to stand in the first row. After the whole class finished their warm-up exercises, they began doing grueling push-ups.
Do 30 reps per set, and do 5 sets in total.
Martial arts classes also include strength training, but less so, and focus more on flexibility training.
Different focuses naturally lead to different training intensities.
Generally speaking, martial arts classes are relatively easier.
For example, this devilish push-up wouldn't be done in a martial arts class.
All the students in the class resignedly lay on the ground, toes touching the ground, palms pressed against the scorching hot ground to support their bodies and assume a certain posture.
"One!" Li Wen scanned all the people one by one, calling out the command.
Everyone should bend their elbows, keep their bodies low, and remain motionless.
The reason why the devil's push-up is so devilish is because you can't push yourself up after you've started to do it.
Li Wen strolled leisurely among the dozens of people, but never shouted "two".
Everyone is performing reasonably well so far.
Five seconds later, he finally called out "two" as if it were a favor.
In a flash, a group of people straightened their arms without hesitation.
Before everyone could react, Li Wen quickly shouted "One!"
They had no intention of giving these young punks a chance to catch their breath.
Everyone cursed their ancestors in their hearts as they went downstairs.
Li Wen had been keeping an eye on Qin Yan.
He heard Wang Hong say that Qin Yan's qualities were lacking, but this quality did not refer to her cultural qualities, but rather her physical abilities and skills.
Qin Yan was at the bottom of the martial arts class.
She didn't know if she could finish a push-up of that intensity.
The first two groups all did relatively easily.
Qin Yan is in good condition and seems to be adapting very well.
But when the third group had done more than a dozen, some people's faces began to contort in rage.
Sweat soaked through his training clothes, which clung to his back, leaving a large wet patch.
Li Wen calmly called out "One".
Five seconds passed.
Ten seconds passed.
The "two" hasn't been shouted out yet.
Many people's arms had started to shake.
Sweat dripped all over the ground, and large beads of sweat streamed down his face, gathering on his chin and dripping down.
"Don't move! Did I tell you to move?" Li Wen shouted sternly as he walked.
Just when everyone felt they were about to collapse, that idiot finally appeared.
They struggled to prop themselves up, their arms trembling.
They were all panting heavily.
Thirty push-ups ended in Li Wen's extreme torture.
Everyone was exhausted and collapsed on the ground.
No matter how hot the floor was, it couldn't stop them from roasting their own flesh.
There was only one exception.
Qin Yan stood up nonchalantly, her healthy wheat-colored skin covered with a layer of glistening sweat.
She had even prepared a towel in advance, and now she was wiping the sweat off her face and neck with a relaxed expression.
This stands in stark contrast to the other people who are exhausted.
Not only was Li Wen surprised, but the boys, who were staggering and panting, also stared at Qin Yan in shock.
Such an unconventional person is unique in the entire school.
After all, nobody brings a towel to training and then stands there like nothing happened afterward.
It was as if I had just been standing in the sun for a long time and had sweated a little.
Wang Hong was also keeping an eye on Qin Yan.
The more I look at it, the more alarmed I become.
Three sets, a total of ninety push-ups, performed correctly and steadily from start to finish.
While everyone else's hands were shaking like sieves, her hands remained as steady as a rock.
Wang Hong felt it was a bit outrageous.
What's the difference between this and the "disappearing person" trick?
She was completely different from the Qin Yan he knew.
Qin Yan went too far during the morning exercise. She led the way and finished first today, leaving the second runner several laps behind.
The movements I've performed hundreds of times are neither impressive nor eye-catching; they barely pass the minimum standard.
But today's moves and techniques require at least ten or eight years of foundational experience to achieve that smooth, flowing, and balanced style.
I only had doubts this morning.
It merely planted a seed of doubt in my heart.
But now—
She completed a set of push-ups as if nothing had happened, without her face turning red or her breath coming in short gasps—well, her face was still red, after all, she had sweated so much under the scorching sun.
If this doesn't qualify as a miraculous transformation, then it must be the power of metaphysics.
The students he had taught for over a year turned out to be complete strangers.
Qin Yan slowly wiped away her sweat, then picked up her thermos and sipped water.
Drinking too fast is bad, and drinking too much is also bad.
Its main focus is on health and wellness.
Finally, someone dared to ask what was on everyone's mind: "Qin Yan, aren't you tired?"
Qin Yan turned her head to look at him and put down her water glass: "It's okay."
Another person frowned and asked, "Could it be that you secretly skipped a few and the coach let you off easy?"
After all, everyone became delirious by the end of the training, relying entirely on willpower to mechanically complete the movements.
I couldn't keep track of what the others were doing.
It's normal for others to have doubts since they couldn't observe the entire process of Qin Yan doing push-ups.
Li Wen also wanted to question her.
But unlike his classmates' questions, he wanted to question why she could remain so calm and composed after doing thirty push-ups.
"Letting the water out?" Qin Yan tilted her head, a half-smile on her face. "Well, it's no wonder you have such thoughts."
The boy retorted, "What do you mean I have such thoughts? Everyone else is exhausted like dogs, but you're as relaxed as if you haven't even trained."
Others echoed his sentiments.
"Yeah, did you really do all thirty push-ups?"
"You were so tired after doing ten that you got up and went to rest, right?"
"Coach, if you confess, will you get the better of us? Did you go easy on them?"
Li Wen would rather believe that he had gone easy on Qin Yan than believe that Qin Yan was the one who could do push-ups in such good condition after finishing the exercise.
This had a tremendous impact on his teaching career.
He didn't understand and was deeply shocked.
One question after another arose, and no one was convinced of the situation.
Qin Yan, seeing that each person was shouting louder and louder than the last, was not annoyed. She spoke gently and calmly, "Then let's arm wrestle?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then started arguing.
"Fine, let's break it!"
"Arm wrestling! Arm wrestling! Arm wrestling!"
Are you sure you can bend it?
"Stop talking, get to work!"
Some respectful and well-behaved students uphold the fine tradition of reporting to their teachers whenever something happens: "Coach, can we arm wrestle?"
Li Wen was still a little dazed and didn't know if he had heard clearly, so he just nodded casually.
As soon as the coach agreed, the students jumped up excitedly.
"I'll go move the table!"
"I'll go get a chair!"
"I'll go help you!"
Several people ran off in a flash.
The boy who had been the most aggressive in his provocations stood up and stretched his arms and legs.
He is about 1.85 meters tall and weighs about 145 kilograms.
He has a strong and well-proportioned physique, and looks like he's a formidable fighter.
Qian Xun stretched his neck, looking down on Qin Yan completely: "This is the first time a woman has volunteered to arm wrestle with a man."
He grinned, his face full of disdain: "Interesting."
Qin Yan smiled but did not answer.
A short while later, the prop-moving team returned.
The group put down the table and chairs, then proudly told Li Wen, as if showing off their accomplishment, "Coach, we're done moving everything!"
Everyone in the class gathered around and, quite naturally, formed a circle around the table.
People from other classes looked over curiously, wondering what they were up to.
Everyone is eagerly awaiting the real test and doesn't want to miss the exciting part.
Qin Yan politely asked Li Wen first, "Coach, is it alright?"
Li Wen was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Go."
When the coach agreed, everyone else became excited.
It's just a simple arm-wrestling match, but they've made it sound like a full-fledged competition.
"Qian Xun, don't even mention that you can't beat a woman."
"If you lose, brother, I will definitely look down on you."
"Qian Xun, don't embarrass us brothers!"
"If it doesn't end in one second, you lose."
...
Everyone was joking with Qian Xun, and their words all implied that Qian Xun would definitely win.
Qin Yan wasn't in the same class as them, so while she knew them, she wasn't close to them.
Given the significant difference in strength between men and women, and the fact that everyone trains together, it's normal for girls to be weaker than boys.
Qin Yan hadn't done much strength training in the martial arts class before, so everyone naturally assumed that her strength couldn't compare to that of the boys.
That's right, that's what everyone thinks.
Including the absent-minded Li Wen.
Qin Yan and Qian Xun took their seats, adjusted to comfortable positions, and placed their right hands on the table.
A group of people gathered together quickly attracted the attention of others on the playground.
The students in the class who were taking a break had their eyes glued to this spot, completely captivated by it.
The training class also saw what was happening here, but could only steal a glance out of the corner of their eyes.
As a result, this sweeping motion backfired; he lost his balance and was kicked by his own coach, wincing in pain.
"Ready! Ready!" the nosy crowd cheered from the sidelines.
"Qian Xun, it's time to show your manly charm!"
"A true man in a second, you deserve it."
A boy volunteered to be the referee, wrapping his hands around Qin Yan and Qian Xun's clasped hands.
"Come on! Get ready!"
"Three—two—one—"
"start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man instantly released his hands.
Qian Xun thought he should let Qin Yan exert her strength first, to let her know how weak her power was, and that even after she used all her strength, his hand remained unmoved—
Then he moved his hand.
One second Qian Xun was thinking of putting on an act, but the next second he found his hand being pried down by a force.
Such strength took him by surprise, and he stared wide-eyed at Qin Yan.
Qin Yan even had the energy to smile kindly at him.
Qian Xun cursed inwardly, the sudden burst of force had almost overwhelmed him.
Is this the power of women?
Is this the kind of strength a girl should have?
He would have fallen if he hadn't reacted quickly!
Qin Yan knew what Qian Xun was thinking.
It's nothing more than a young, impetuous boy wanting to show off.
Qin Yan was very understanding, so she cooperated very well.
The two hands remained frozen in the middle, appearing to be barely moving to onlookers.
Only Qian Xun knew how much strength he was using to prevent his hand from being broken off.
What should have been a one-second battle was dragged out for more than ten seconds.
Those around him couldn't stand it anymore and urged Qian Xun to hurry up.
"That's enough, that's enough. I know you're very strong. You can finish with Qian Xun now."
"A real man shouldn't torture a woman. She's tried her best, so just give her a quick death."
"Exactly, it's fine to show off a man's masculinity, but it's no fun to bully girls."
Everyone chimed in, advising Qian Xun not to play with Qin Yan.
Apart from Li Wen, no one else showed any unusual behavior towards Qian Xun.
Qin Yan's wrist veins were barely bulging, while Qian Xun's wrist veins were bulging.
Moreover, Qian Xun's facial expressions were becoming increasingly uncontrollable, gradually revealing a ferocious look.
Li Wen cursed everyone who had egged him on.
Does he not want it to end?
It's Qin Yan's fault for not wanting it to end!
humiliation!
Utter disgrace!
He could clearly feel that Qin Yan was using almost no force, yet he was unable to pry Qin Yan's hand off.
Just keeping his hand in place had taken all his strength.
Qin Yan applied a little more force, and Qian Xun's expression immediately changed, his forehead covered in fine sweat.
Qian Xun's hand was moving towards the table.
The onlookers had strange expressions.
"Hey, Qian Xun, what are you doing? Going to let the water out?"
"Don't tell us you can't even beat a girl's arm."
"That's enough, Qian Xun, you've gone too far."
"Stop acting, stop acting, we don't want to see you show off your comeback against all odds, hurry up."
Qian Xun finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared, "Shut up!"
The moment he opened his mouth, Qin Yan instantly knocked his hand down.
They didn't even have a chance to struggle or hold on.
"..."
Silence reigned.
Qian Xun stood up sullenly, his face ashen, and remained silent.
Finally, someone broke the awkward silence: "Damn!"
"Qian Xun, you're messing with us!"
"Don't tell me you can't beat him."
"If you're going to act, at least act more realistically. This is too fake. You're easily brought down, and I can't even watch it."
Qian Xun was so embarrassed by what he heard that he said to the others, "Fine, if you're so good, then you do it. You're the best."
His statement further convinced everyone that he had lost to Qin Yan in an arm wrestling match.
"You can't be serious? You really can't beat me?"
"If you want to release water, just say so in advance. You've been holding this in for so long."
A friend who was close to Qian Xun approached him and asked, "What happened?"
Qian Xun was also puzzled: "I can't win against him."
"Can't win? Are you serious?"
Qian Xun also hoped that what he said was false: "I really can't beat her, she's very strong."
"You're strong enough to slam your hand onto the table in one go?"
Qian Xun was both embarrassed and angry, and said impatiently, "Yes, yes, you'll know once you try it."
A bunch of people who know nothing are just spouting nonsense.
Someone actually volunteered to go and compete with Qin Yan again.
"I'll do it."
A burly young man stepped out from the crowd.
He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 kilograms.
Lei Jun, Qin Wu's good brother.
He was the tallest and heaviest in the class, both in height and weight.
He was also the one with the best relationship with Qin Wu.
He walked to the table and sat down heavily.
"Jun-ge, go!"
"Jun-ge is awesome!"
"Brother Jun, you have to get revenge for us."
A group of people who knew nothing about the situation were making a fuss, as if they were afraid the atmosphere wouldn't be lively enough.
Some people are still making fun of Qian Xun.
"Qian Xun, tell me honestly, do you have feelings for her?"
"Thinking about building some goodwill before becoming classmates, right? We all know what I mean."
Qian Xun rolled his eyes, too lazy to communicate with them.
Those who break it know.
Lei Jun was a head taller than Qin Yan when standing, and half a head taller when sitting.
In addition, his broad shoulders and thick waist, fierce-looking face, and imposing aura give people a strong sense of pressure.
Qin Yan looked at Lei Jun, who had helped her younger brother bully her countless times, and did not show the fear and panic that Lei Jun expected.
She smiled slightly, her expression relaxed: "A quick and easy solution?"
Qin Yan's reaction was unexpected by Lei Jun.
She was crying and begging them to let her go last night.
Lei Jun looked at Qin Yan, who seemed to have no flaws, and didn't take it seriously.
Perhaps she's just putting on a brave face and pretending to be calm.
He didn't know what Qin Yan had gone through in one night to make such an irrational decision.
But he would tell her that no matter how much the weak struggle, they are still weak.
"Let's finish this quickly." He looked unconcerned, his expression as dismissive of Qin Yan as ever.
Qin Wu told him a lot about Qin Yan, such as how she flirted with others because of her good looks, never did housework at home and gave his father a hard time, and how she bullied and bossed him around even when Qin Wu was still young.
Qin Yan was described by Qin Wu as an utterly wicked and despicable woman, which made Lei Jun very angry. Although he did not know Qin Yan, he felt that this person had gone too far.
He understood why Qin Wu hated his sister so much; after all, who could stand being bullied?
For the sake of his brother, Lei Jun bravely stepped in to help Qin Wu vent his anger.
Qin Yan was indeed a bully who preyed on the weak. Seeing that there were many of them, she didn't even dare to curse them, and just huddled in the spot crying.
People like this need to be disciplined.
Make her pay the price for what she did.
Lei Jun propped his elbows on the table and raised his arms: "Come on?"
Qin Yan didn't hesitate and directly took his hand: "Come here."
The boy who had volunteered to be the referee earlier was very perceptive and came over again, grabbing the two's clasped hands just like before.
"Then let's get ready—"
"start!"
The moment the boy let go, "smack!" Lei Jun's hand was slammed onto the table.
Lei Jun stared in disbelief as his completely defenseless right hand was instantly slammed onto the table.
"..."
For a moment, no one reacted.
Two seconds later, the crowd erupted in a series of gasps.
"Holy crap! What just happened?"
"Huh? What did I miss? How did Lei Jun lose?"
"What's going on? Is Lei Jun daydreaming?"
"So... they really couldn't beat Qin Yan? Qian Xun and Lei Jun both lost."
"Qian Xun held on longer, so Lei Jun is actually not as good as Qian Xun?"
"Lei Jun looks tall and strong, but he's not as strong as Qian Xun."
Qin Yan released her grip and smiled in response: "Let's finish this quickly."
Lei Jun almost swore.
God the hell, such a quick victory? Is this the kind of strength a normal person should have?
Let alone a girl, even a boy wouldn't have that much strength.
Lei Jun considers himself to be one of the stronger men in the class. He can't guarantee he'll be number one, but he'll definitely be in the top three.
But he was no match for Qin Yan's overwhelming power.
It really didn't take even a second, not even a chance to struggle.
But that's impossible.
Yesterday, he clearly beat Qin Yan so badly that she didn't dare to utter a sound, and she didn't even dare to fight back.
If she were that strong, would she have been constantly beaten?
Could she have mutated overnight?
Lei Jun refused to believe it and gritted his teeth, saying, "Switch to your left hand."
Qin Yan readily agreed, "Yes, whatever you say."
Lei Jun shook his left arm with a stern face, then slammed his left hand heavily on the table: "Come on!"
Everyone started discussing as Lei Jun switched hands to continue the challenge.
"So he really couldn't beat Qin Yan? Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to switch opponents to continue the match, right?"
"...That can't be right. If Qin Yan is that powerful, would she be bullied like that by Qin Wu? Sometimes she's even beaten so badly that she can't attend class."
“I once happened to run into Qin Wu and a group of people who surrounded Qin Yan. I was afraid of getting into trouble, so I ran away immediately.”
Seeing that Lei Jun was still persistent, Qin Yan didn't try to persuade him. Instead, she silently placed her left hand on the table. "Should I grab your wrist?"
Grabbing someone's wrist will reduce the force they experience.
Lei Jun felt extremely humiliated upon hearing this.
He needs a girl to satisfy him? Are you kidding me?
Especially since it was Qin Yan who made this suggestion, it was undoubtedly an insult to him.
His words were laced with malice: "You look down on me?"
Qin Yan blinked: "I thought you knew what was going on."
Lei Jun was furious.
shame!
He was provoked by a girl who used to never fight back!
He grabbed Qin Yan's outstretched hand, gripped it tightly, and gritted his teeth: "Don't underestimate people."
Qin Yan smiled without saying a word: "Then, go for it."
Seeing the awkward atmosphere between the two, the temporary referee didn't dare to step forward.
A group of people watched as the two sat there motionless, as if unseen gunpowder was emanating from the air.
Lei Jun put in his best effort.
He even used every part of his body that he could muster—arms, abdomen, back, buttocks, thighs—he used every ounce of strength he could muster, but Qin Yan's hand remained completely still.
It was as if it wasn't an arm, but a boulder weighing hundreds of tons.
Lei Jun's face turned red from holding his breath, veins bulged on his forehead, he was clenching his teeth, and his neck was swollen and red. It was clear to the naked eye that he was really trying his best.
But in the face of absolute power, such efforts are futile.
"Lei Jun! Push harder!"
"Brother Lei, no way, no way, no way, you can't really lose to a girl, can you?"
"Brother Lei, you always brag about how Qin Yan knelt down in front of you and cried!"
Qian Xun, listening to the others' sarcastic remarks, couldn't help but roll his eyes again: "I already told you, I really can't bend it."
Why doesn't anyone believe it?
Does he look useless?
Qin Yan felt her palms were sticky; it seemed Lei Jun had indeed worked very hard.
She disliked the sticky feeling, especially since the sweat came from the person who bullied her.
Qin Yan didn't intend to exhaust Lei Jun, so while everyone was focused on getting Lei Jun to exert himself, she slammed his hand hard on the table.
The contact between the back of his hand and the table caused Lei Jun to howl in pain.
Qin Yan immediately let go of her hand and shook the sweat off her hands with a hint of disgust.
She got up and went to the restroom.
Lei Jun shook his aching hands, still not quite recovered.
Qin Yan... she's playing him?
Was she initially watching him make a fool of himself?
It's ridiculous to see him trying so hard, isn't it?
Lei Jun was surrounded by several boys.
"Lei Jun, you can't do it with both hands?"
"You're not acting too, are you? To get her to stay?"
Lei Jun stood up without saying a word, his face grim.
He swung his arms as he walked.
Li Wen, who had been observing carefully from the side, spoke up: "Alright, alright, the break is over. You guys put the tables and chairs back."
The people who had been so eager to move things earlier were now huffing and puffing as they carried the tables and chairs away.
When Qin Yan returned after washing her hands, everyone had already lined up and stopped laughing and joking.
There are two more sets of push-ups.
Despite having rested for a while, everyone in the fourth group was clearly exhausted. Several people collapsed to the ground while working, and Li Wen kicked them all away without any mercy.
The last two groups were almost completely exhausted, so Li Wen didn't torture them too much and they finished counting the thirty movements relatively normally.
After the fifth group finished, everyone collapsed on the ground like a lump of mud, in all sorts of positions.
Lying flat on your back in a spread-eagle position, maintaining a push-up position with your face directly on the ground, buttocks sticking up in the air and face down...
Each one has its own unique characteristics, and no two poses are the same.
Li Wen walked to Qin Yan's side, looked at Qin Yan who was still standing straight, and tentatively asked, "Are you tired?"
Qin Yan nodded sincerely: "I'm tired, I'm panting."
"..."
Nonsense, I could stand here without panting.
Qin Yan was indeed panting. Five sets of push-ups were a bit tiring, especially since the first three sets were quite exhausting and she felt she couldn't handle it.
Her panting indicated that she was indeed tired.
Because what we normally call breathing.
Li Wen then asked, "So, will we go straight into actual combat later?"
Qin Yan agreed: "Okay."
Li Wen had already arranged a sparring partner for Qin Yan, but Qin Yan said coldly, "I want to fight Lei Jun."
Li Wen was taken aback.
Qin Yan then named a few more people: "Liu Jiang, Ma Qi, Zhou Ju."
After confirming that nothing was missed, Qin Yan smiled at Li Wen and said, "Let's take turns with these four."
The real battle was clearly meant to discourage Qin Yan, but she herself didn't seem afraid at all; in fact, she seemed quite looking forward to it.
During actual roll call practice, everyone in the class would keep their heads down, just like when answering questions during a regular academic class. No one dared to make eye contact with the teacher, for fear of being called on.
Except for a few tough guys who love to fight and aren't afraid of anything.
Lei Jun is the one who isn't afraid.
Li Wen had not originally planned to arrange anything for Lei Jun.
Wang Hong said that Qin Yan's performance in the martial arts class was average, and since Qin Yan had no Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) background, he planned to arrange a class of average skill for her.
A mid-level skill is more than enough to handle the average person.
In short, as long as we can persuade her to leave, that will be fine.
However, Qin Yan immediately demanded to have a real fight with Lei Jun upon arrival.
He didn't know whether Qin Yan was too confident in herself or too ignorant.
Even though she had just displayed surprising strength, strength alone doesn't guarantee victory.
Just like a weightlifter, no matter how strong he is, he can't beat a seasoned Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) athlete.
This requires skill.
He originally intended to persuade Qin Yan to leave.
But now, after training her, he feels that Qin Yan is clearly a promising talent.
Since Qin Yan has already made this request—
He clapped his hands and urged the people slumped on the ground, sitting and standing haphazardly: "Get up, get ready for real combat."
There was a chorus of sighs and lamentations.
Nobody wants real combat.
Each time, the opponents in the actual combat are randomly selected and randomly paired by the coach on the spot.
If you're lucky, you'll be matched with someone weaker than you; if you're unlucky, you'll have to fight someone stronger than you.
The roll call phase is when they panic the most.
“Let’s go to the arena,” Li Wen said again.
Everyone scrambled to their feet and reluctantly headed towards the ring.
Watching others play is fun, but playing it yourself isn't as enjoyable.
And he began to pray that he would be chosen to train with Qin Yan.
"Lei Jun, Liu Jiang, Ma Qi, Zhou Ju," Li Wen called out as he walked, "You guys get ready first."
Two of the biggest boys in the class were called out first, and everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At least I don't have to worry about matching with either of those two anymore.
But why was the roll call so quick this time? It was even arranged in advance. Usually, we just gather everyone together and they call roll based on their mood.
And today's stage appearance was rather formal.
The other classes got excited as they watched them walk toward the ring.
"They're here! They're here!"
"Hey, going straight to the ring? How formal."
"Should Qin Yan go first?"
Regular combat training is usually conducted on flat ground. However, ring training often results in people being kicked off the ring, causing injuries and fractures. Therefore, later on, each class basically trained on flat ground.
"Coach, I need a break!"
"Coach! We want to see the other class's practice game!"
"Coach! We want to see beautiful girls fight!"
The "beautiful women fighting" successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone burst into laughter, swaying wildly.
The coach glared at the group of kids: "Not going to practice? If you don't want to practice, then stand in a horse stance until the end of get out of class."
"The coach is stingy!"
"You clearly want to see it too!"
"Let us see!"
The application was rejected because everyone was punished with ten push-ups for being too noisy.
Lei Jun stretched his legs for a while by the ring before walking onto the ring.
He has long legs and arms and is very strong. He fights with a fierce determination, and no one else dares to fight him.
Ma Qi joked with Lei Jun off the stage: "Brother Lei, if I fight you, you'd better go easy on me."
Lei Jun, Liu Jiang, Ma Qi, and Zhou Ju all had a good relationship with Qin Wu, but Lei Jun and Qin Wu were the closest, and the two of them did a lot of bad things together.
Qin Yan was also stretching her body, moving her wrists and stretching her legs.
The others didn't take it seriously, since it didn't matter whether they pulled him up early or late, and everyone had to take turns going up to hit him.
Liu Jiang, Ma Qi, and Zhou Ju were still waiting for Li Wen to call their names, but before Li Wen did, they saw Qin Yan jump onto the stage.
"……Um?"
Everyone was shocked by Qin Yan's inexplicable appearance on the stage.
That's Lei Jun, you know. He fights like a madman, and most people wouldn't want to be chosen to spar with him.
"The coach hasn't called your name yet, what are you doing going up there?"
Qin Yan turned her head, looked at the pairs of astonished eyes below the stage, and smiled calmly: "The coach called my name."
The others shook off their previous low spirits due to the upcoming real-world test.
"Playing this high?"
"Coach, are you serious?"
"To be honest, Qin Yan is really strong; she took down two people in one go."
“What good is being strong? If she were good at fighting, she wouldn’t be being ‘domestically abused’ every few days.”
Liu Jiang watched Qin Yan step onto the stage, looking around in confusion: "What? Aren't I the one going up?"
The others looked at him, shrugged, and didn't understand either.
Lei Jun looked at Qin Yan's calm expression and said sarcastically, "You?"
Qin Yan interlaced her fingers, swung her arms forward, tilted her head, and said to him, "Yes, it's me. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Lei Jun laughed dismissively: "You'll regret this."
What use is brute force if you have no training foundation?
Qin Yan politely asked, "Normal play?"
Lei Jun found her words ridiculous: "I wouldn't resort to such underhanded tactics to deal with you."
Qin Yan nodded and assured him, "I don't know either."
Lei Jun scoffed: "Do you know what you're saying?"
Instead of answering, Qin Yan asked, "How much do you weigh?"
Lei Jun believed that Qin Yan was finally scared. "Two hundred pounds, are you scared?"
Qin Yan's expression didn't change at all: "Hmm, it's alright."
Lei Jun twitched the corner of his mouth. "Being stubborn is a disease, it needs to be cured."
Lei Jun was putting on his protective gear when Li Wen asked Qin Yan from below the ring, "Should I find someone to borrow a set of protective gear for you?"
Qin Yan refused outright: "No need."
Li Wen frowned: "Dangerous, you might get hurt."
To be honest, he really couldn't grasp Qin Yan's situation. If he said she hadn't trained before, why was she acting so confident? If he said she had trained before, the coach in charge, Wang Hong, would be the first to disbelieve him.
"I'll go find you a pair of protective gear so you can put it on."
Qin Yan refused firmly: "No, it's dirty."
The protective gear that other people have used is never washed; it's dirty, smelly, and sticky with other people's sweat.
After thinking about it, Li Wen didn't insist and went up to the arena as well.
After going up, he said to Lei Jun, "Take off your protective gear."
Lei Jun had just put on his protective gear when he exclaimed, "Huh?"
Li Wen didn't explain further: "Neither of them are wearing protective gear. Let me check the situation first."
Lei Jun glanced at Li Wen, then at Qin Yan who was indeed not wearing any protective gear, and clicked his tongue: "What a hassle."
Then I took off the protective gear piece by piece.
The others sat cross-legged around the ring.
"I bet a dime that Qin Yan will be beaten into a corner."
"I bet five cents, Lei Jun wins."
"You guys should bet bigger!"
Li Wen was still somewhat worried about Qin Yan. Although she seemed experienced, everyone knew that she had never practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing).
She's only so-so at martial arts.
"If you don't agree, tell me," Li Wen instructed Qin Yan again.
Qin Yan nodded: "Okay."
Li Wen glanced at Qin Yan several more times, then walked between the two and patiently explained, "Qin Yan, bump fists with each other like the two of you did before, it's a matter of etiquette."
Qin Yan nodded again.
There's not much else to say. Li Wen began to regret letting Qin Yan fight Lei Jun.
He was just fooled by Qin Yan's extraordinary physical abilities.
"Okay, let's begin."
Li Wen had been waiting for this moment. He grinned maliciously and politely bumped his fist with Qin Yan's.
Before Qin Yan could react, a vicious side kick was delivered, aimed at her waist.
Someone who hasn't been trained definitely can't dodge it; even if they try to block it with their hand, they'll still get hit.
Just when everyone thought Qin Yan was about to be kicked to the ground, she easily dodged it with a side step.
The fist-clasping posture is standard, and the footwork is even more standard.
No one present believed that he had no prior knowledge of the subject.
Li Wen watched in surprise as Qin Yan nimbly dodged the attack, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, eased a little.
Lei Jun couldn't believe it either.
He took advantage of Qin Yan's lack of martial arts training to catch her off guard.
But this was not what he had imagined.
Lei Jun calmed himself down, closed the distance between them again, and tried to kick again—testing the water with a side kick.
But Qin Yan reacted faster than him. Lei Jun's leg didn't touch Qin Yan; before he could fully retract his leg, Qin Yan grabbed it with both hands.
Lei Jun instinctively grabbed Qin Yan's waist, intending to throw her off, but Qin Yan lifted the 200-pound man up, and Lei Jun fell directly from above Qin Yan's head to behind her.
Holy crap!
"What the hell!"
"Awesome!"
"My eyes, my eyes seem to have seen something terrible!"
"Who said Qin Yan hasn't learned Sanda (Chinese kickboxing)?! Step forward and I'll slap him twice!"
These exclamations of amazement came not only from classmates standing by the ring, but also from other classmates who were taking the opportunity to slack off during training.
Qin Yan's fall caused an uproar across the entire playground.
Even the coaches from other classes were dumbfounded, especially Wang Hong.
He himself didn't know the true extent of his students' abilities.
It's just a simple throw, but because the target is different, it takes on a different meaning.
A girl lifted a 200-pound boy above her head and then threw him backward.
Raising it above one's head is outrageous.
That's not fifty kilograms, it's not sixty kilograms, it's a full one hundred kilograms!
Lei Jun was a little dazed from the fall.
He was even recalling how he fell.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Li Wen walked up to Lei Jun and reached out to help him up.
It turned out that it wasn't Qin Yan who needed to wear protective gear, but Lei Jun.
The game must go on.
Lei Jun shook his head; at this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate Qin Yan.
It doesn't matter how she cried before; what matters is that if he doesn't take it seriously now, he'll lose face big time.
Li Wen signaled for the game to continue.
Lei Jun became much more cautious, not daring to make any rash moves, and kept a certain distance from Qin Yan.
We need to find an opportunity to attack.
Lei Jun, relying on his height, strength, and long legs, kept probing attacks with his side kicks.
Qin Yan once again seized the moment when he pulled his leg back and kicked out with a high side kick, the instep of her foot hitting Lei Jun's left cheek squarely.
Lei Jun heard a clear "crack" sound in his head, then everything went blank, and he was thrown off the stage and landed on the mat below.
A person weighing 200 pounds was kicked away.
A deafening roar erupted across the entire playground.
Li Wen rushed over to check on Lei Jun's condition. He bent down and saw that Lei Jun had a gash in his mouth, his flesh was mangled and bloody, and he had already fainted.
He called out to the students in his class, "A few of you, carry him to the infirmary!"
Without saying a word, Liu Jiang and the others ran over and each lifted one of Lei Jun's arms, but Lei Jun was indeed too heavy, and it was extremely difficult to lift him.
Li Wen was worried, so he followed.
Qin Yan stood on the arena, the center of attention.
To everyone's astonishment, they won with overwhelming strength.
"Master Gu, damn it, did you see that?"
Gu Rong stood on the platform and could see everything clearly.
He rested his hands on the railing, listening to the people around him chattering about Qin Yan, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.
"Damn it, how well did Qin Yan hide before? She couldn't have suddenly been bitten by a spider and turned into Spider-Man overnight, could she?"
Gu Rong watched Qin Yan calmly walk off the stage and suddenly smiled.
His Ah Yan should be just like this.
"Master Gu, did you see how she beat up Lei Jun? I think you should avoid provoking her in the future, or you might be next."
Gu Rong glanced sideways at the speaker: "You're comparing me to Lei Jun?"
"Oh, that's not what I meant..."
Gu Rong laughed freely and arrogantly: "What I was doing was clearly pursuing something."
"..."
If it's a coercive threat to confess your feelings, then it could be considered a pursuit, albeit with some difficulty.
“Ayan only slapped me this morning, but now she’s beaten Lei Jun so badly his head is split open.”
"..."
Why does Gu Rong seem so happy after being slapped?
“So,” Gu Rong smiled even more broadly, his gaze still fixed on Qin Yan, “Qin Yan is different to me.”
"..."
You just said you got beaten up, bro.
Since the people Qin Yan wanted to beat up had all gone to escort Lei Jun and Li Wen was also absent, she simply went to find Wang Hong directly.
Wang Hong told everyone to take a break, as he was still recovering.
Qin Yan's words had a huge impact on him, leaving him somewhat confused. His mind was now a complete mess, like a lump of paste.
If she's that capable, why would she be forced to hit on the head by her own brother?
Could it be that he secretly practiced in secret, just to amaze everyone?
Wang Hong's mind went blank, and he didn't even notice that Qin Yan was already standing in front of him.
"coach?"
Qin Yan called out a few times, and Wang Hong finally came to his senses: "...Ah, Qin Yan."
"Coach, do you think I'm qualified to join the Sanda class now?"
Wang Hong hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
He could clearly tell that Qin Yan was a trained fighter; anyone with eyes could see that Qin Yan definitely had a foundation, and didn't even need much guidance from others.
She was proficient in all techniques, effectively avoiding her weaknesses and maximizing her strengths, always timing her attacks perfectly.
"So, which class do you want to go to?"
With Qin Yan's level of ability, it wouldn't be a problem for her to go to any class.
He wouldn't stop her if she expressed a desire to try boxing.
"Coach Li is fine, I'll just stick with his class."
Wang Hong nodded: "You prefer working with Coach Li?"
“No,” Qin Yan smiled, “I like my younger brother.”
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Author's note: Thank you Aries for the nutrient solution!
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