Chapter Seven Beauty and Heroism

  Wen Cheng was actually not familiar with Xu Yao, in high school he had only heard that there were three girls who stood out the most at Qingyi Middle School: Ji SuSu from Class 3, Ning XiaoYing from Class 7, and then there was this Xu Yao from Class 1. Apart from having a run-in with Ji SuSu, he hadn't even seen the other two before. At that time, Wen Cheng would just sit quietly in his own seat at school, and at home he would read martial arts novels nonstop, never participating in group activities, and of course no one invited him to join either. For three years of high school, there were still female classmates who didn't know there was someone like that in their class, let alone the teachers; apart from the head teacher, only the chemistry teacher knew what he was called.

  This still has to be entrusted to an experiment class, Wen Ze burned the chemistry teacher's skirt, and it's hard for others not to recognize him.

  It wasn't until many years later, in Beijing, that I really got to know Xu Yao. We ran into each other by chance at Xidan, where we would often hang out and chat. Tan Yu had a foul mouth and was always making lewd comments about women. One time, he pointed at a girl's mole behind her ear and started talking about it, tracing the curve of her shoulder and back to her buttocks. When he got to her long legs, which were as white as jade, disaster struck. The beautiful woman suddenly turned around and kicked him with her side foot, leaving a big footprint on Tan Yu's lewd face.

  This was Xu Yao's first impression of Wen Qing: beautiful and heroic!

  After this chaotic and funny first meeting, the three people's lives gradually intersected. When they found out that they were high school alumni, Xu Yao extended her slender and delicate small hand to Wen Qian, with a faint blush on her beautiful face:

  Let's get acquainted, I'm Xu Yao, Xu as in "Xu Xian", Yao as in "Yao Chi"!

  After gradually getting familiar and knowing each other, Wen Xiao eventually rejected Xu Yao's love. That beautiful yet strong girl was still fragile in the face of love.

  Time went back to over a decade ago, the white-clothed girl who was making her usual preparations before fighting, scratching her buttocks, was stunned on the spot and asked in confusion: "How do you know me?"

  The warm and gentle torture of his heart suddenly changed, everything in front of him was so wonderful. The Xiu Yao he knew was the one who wore OL uniform, a smart and capable urban beauty, a proud girl who dared to love and hate, a elegant woman with a thousand charms, he never thought that Xiu Yao would have this side.

  So innocent and lovely!

  Uneven warm reply, Xu Yao seemed to have had an answer already, little head nodded and muttered: "You live here, at home should be a municipal committee member, know me is not strange...... well, do you still fight? A man, die with dignity?"

  Wen Cheng was still in that strange feeling of being out of place and time, not paying attention to the little girl's words, and smiled slightly: "Hit me, why don't you hit? Waiting for free ice cream..."

  "Ah," Xǔ Yáo raised her head and smiled, a few strands of black hair gently swaying in front of her delicate forehead. "Be careful, the wind is strong, you might get blown away..." Before she could finish speaking, her foot suddenly kicked out, a cloud of sand flew towards Wēn Qiān, and with a burst of strength, her body charged forward, her hand reaching for Wēn Qiān's left shoulder.

  This is a secret capture technique in the military, which cannot be compared with the popularized military boxing. It emphasizes speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, especially suitable for girls to use their smallness to defeat others' bigness, and weakness to overcome strength. As long as one joint is caught, it will be followed by locking, buckling, twisting, lifting and chopping, no matter how strong you are, like Tyson, you won't be able to exert any force, and will be suffocated to death.

  Wen Cheng naturally didn't understand these things, but since he knew the girl was Xu Yao, he had been prepared for her habits. This little girl looked quite honest, but when she fought, she dared to use all kinds of shameless moves, which had once made him rack his brains.

  Don't panic at the moment, left hand blocks in front of eyes, upper body slightly leans back, dodges her this one move, meanwhile turns around to the side, lifts foot, stretches out hand, is about to throw her a somersault.

  Little brat, after ten years, how did you end up like this? What's gotten into you today?!

  Xu Yao let out a cold laugh, abruptly stopping her forward momentum. Her feet stomped heavily on the ground, shifting her center of gravity as she bent her left elbow and violently struck Wen Qing's chest with it. This move was fierce and powerful, fully revealing her ferocious nature.

  Wen Cheng jumped in fright, "Ah, okay, little girl you really came! This time if I get hit, not to mention breaking bones, at least it will hurt for several days." He crossed his arms over his chest, and with a "bang" sound, his forearm was struck and felt sore. As a man, he couldn't even match up to a woman's strength, let alone her toughness - wasn't this a great shame?

  Before he could react, Xū Yáo took advantage of the momentum to grab Wēn Qiān's wrist, twisting it behind his back and then lightly lifting it up, completing the classic police move for catching thieves. With a swift kick to the leg, Wēn Qiān was sent half-kneeling to the ground.

  This clearly shows that they want to wipe them out, Wen Jian's heart is depressed. If it weren't for the fact that his body couldn't keep up with his reactions after rebirth, he wouldn't have surrendered so easily. At least, he should have fought three hundred rounds and then engaged in a fierce battle before admitting defeat...

  As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, they can pull one more with them. Wen Ze wrapped his legs around Xu Yao's legs from behind, ignoring the intense pain transmitted from the arm that was twisted behind him as he forcibly turned around. One rotation turned into an upward posture, and his entire body hung onto Xu Yao, then using the force of the rotation and his own weight, he slammed his shoulder heavily against her.

  Accompanied by the girl's scream, without any suspense, the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

  Soft and warm lips on the cheek, light and faint breathing as if present but not, a delicate fragrance like orchid and jasmine lingering at the tip of the nose. The girl's budding breasts, slender and elegant curves, visible through the thin summer clothes. In that instant, Wen Ze pressed the girl down, but there was no shyness or fantasy of a 16-year-old boy, no lust or lechery of a 30-year-old man. What lingered in his heart was a gentle greeting, long overdue but never faded:

  Let's get acquainted, I'm Wen Qian, warm and forgiving!

  Time seemed to freeze at this moment, staring at Xu Yao's face with a warm and playful gaze until she woke up from her confusion. With a clear glance, just as she was about to get angry, she flipped over and stood up, lightly laughing: "You lost!"

  Xu Ya stood up and smoothed out her skirt, her beautiful face flushed with a hint of redness, but she didn't get angry about what had just happened. She had been training with her brother for many years and never considered herself a woman when fighting. Today was supposed to be a visit to an aunt, but instead she saw a silly boy bouncing around in the pool under the scorching 38-degree heat, and on a whim, they had this unexpected encounter.

  No matter how shameless this kid is, after all, she fell down first and lost. She hummed a sound, patted her skirt with both hands, and said: "I didn't bring money today, I want to eat ice cream, next time!"

  Wen Qiang suppressed his smile and said with a straight face, "Next time? Don't make it next life, okay? I'm saying, losing and not paying up isn't something a lady should do."

  "Hmph, look at you with your small nose and eyes and petite figure... who would have thought you're still a sly one..." Xǔ Yáo had that classic disdainful expression again. "Tomorrow, here, we'll play again. If I lose, I'll treat you to twenty ice cream cones. But if you lose, you'll lie on the ground and bark like a dog!"

  Wen Cheng was shocked and couldn't help but retort: "Isn't this bet too unfair?"

  "Hmm, indeed, twenty ice cream cones cost twenty bucks. You learn to bark like a dog for one cent, it's not worth it. How about this, you learn to bark while crawling three laps around the playground?"

  Watching Xū Yāo's calculating expression, Wēn Jiě painfully lowered his head. That mischievous and troublesome little girl was back again.

  Objectively speaking, Xu Yao's skills were far superior to Wen Qing's at the moment, but after all, a young girl's strength was still insufficient. Moreover, she didn't have the heart to lock Wen Qing's arm tightly, or else it might have ended up in a fracture.

  Fighting is not just about being ruthless towards your enemy, but also towards yourself.

  Xu Yao was also frightened by the boy's sudden boldness and ferocity, and she couldn't help but feel a little admiration for him, so she didn't pursue the humiliation of being pressed down by a man. As a teenage girl in her early teens, she had just begun to experience the awakening of spring, and when faced with such an all-around contact from the opposite sex, no matter how open-minded she was, she would have to run away first.

  Xu Yao suppressed the excitement in her heart until she walked out of the dormitory building, and then her heart started racing. A shy blush appeared on her face as she secretly turned back to see that silly boy still staring at her back, and she quietly stuck out her tongue before walking away into the distance.

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