Liu Huaisha

"Huang Haobing! What are you doing!?" Seeing the children rush over, Ye Lingjing was the first to stand in front of little Jiaming, taking the lead. This fatty was Huang Haobing, whose father, Huang Bingxiang, was the provincial party secretary, making him the most prominent official in the Huang family. Therefore, he was the one who always bullied others.

"Hmph, Ye Lingjing, I'm looking for him, not you. Get out of the way!" In fact, the little fatty was a bit afraid of Ye Lingjing. They were all the same age, and Huang Haobing was also in the third grade at Hongxing Primary School, but he wasn't in the same class as Jiaming. Lingjing not only studied well at school but was also the team captain. She was good at fighting and even better at reporting others. The most impressive thing was that she could report others after hitting them, and the teachers always believed her. But at this moment, with so many people watching him, he couldn't lose face before the fight even started.

"Hmph, you're always bullying him, and I won't let you bully him!"

"Hmph, it's vacation now, and you can't report me to the teacher. Ye Lingjing, don't think I'm afraid of you!"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you either!"

Lingjing spoke and struck a martial arts pose. The little fatty immediately took two steps back. Everyone exchanged grunts, but no one was confident they could beat this girl in a real fight. At this time, the TV drama "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was popular, and everyone had some reverence for legendary martial arts. Remembering that Lingjing's family owned a martial arts school, coupled with the pose she struck, everyone felt a little timid, fearing she could take on ten people at once and subdue them all.

Retreating like this, when he came to his senses, the little fatty felt greatly humiliated. He glanced at the little soldiers beside him, then regained his composure, puffed out his chest, and said, "Don't be arrogant, there are so many of us here!" But he didn't dare to puff out too much, afraid of entering her attack range and giving himself a punch.

"So what if there are many of us!" Lingjing retaliated without backing down, then added, "If you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one. Boys bullying girls and relying on numbers, how shameful!"

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you." They say children don't understand things like face, but in reality, children are often the most concerned about face. However, after saying this, the little fatty felt a little guilty. He rolled his eyes, "But do I need to fight you? Chen Ming, you fight her for me. My opponent is Gu Jiaming. Jiaming, don't even think about running!"

If Huang Bingxiang saw his son's cleverness at this moment, he would surely be immensely pleased, sighing that he had a successor. This tactic of "borrowing flowers to offer Buddha" was deeply ingrained in officialdom, truly profound. Chen Ming was the largest among these children. He had come with his father to deliver gifts. His father told him to play with the provincial party secretary's son to build connections, so he came. Although he didn't know how to build connections, he didn't dare to disobey Huang Haobing. At this moment, he timidly stepped forward.

Seeing the little fatty's cunning, little Lingjing naturally wouldn't fall for the trap. She shouted, "How shameful, Huang Haobing, you come out and fight me yourself."

"Why should I fight you? I want to fight Jiaming!"

"If you want to fight Jiaming, you have to fight me!"

"No way, why can't I have someone fight for me? You can fight for Jiaming?" The little fatty resolutely refused to engage.

"I always fight for Jiaming because you always bully him!"

"What's it to you if we bully him?" The little fatty put his hands on his hips and blurted out a witty remark, "Are you his wife? Oh! Ye Lingjing is Gu Jiaming's wife! Shameful, shameless..."

Everyone understood that at that age, for a ten-year-old girl, this was undoubtedly the most potent insult. As Huang Haobing shouted this, the people behind him joined in the shouting. Instantly, mist gathered in the little girl's eyes, and she was on the verge of tears. Jiaming stood behind her, naturally unable to see any of this. He watched with amusement, as if it were a joke, thinking how interesting the world of children was...

Just as he was thinking this, he heard little Lingjing shout with a tearful voice, "You're bullying me!" After this weak statement, she kicked out and knocked the boy named Chen Ming, who was blocking the way, to the ground.

Seeing the martial arts master suddenly erupt, the children instinctively wanted to scatter. However, after taking two steps, they looked back and saw that the little girl had already pinned Chen Ming to the ground, crying and hitting him indiscriminately.

The one hitting was crying, and the one being hit was also crying. A group of children stood on the side. The little fatty was clearly still contemplating whether to run to the adults to complain or to save his life first. Jiaming watched from the side, ready to pull Lingjing and run if the children swarmed them. With their trained legs, these guys wouldn't be able to catch up even if they ran until they had heart attacks.

As he made these plans, sure enough, a moment later, Huang Haobing gritted his teeth, "Let's all go together!" A group of children rushed forward. Jiaming suddenly pulled Lingjing, "Let's run." But Lingjing refused, still crying and flailing her arms wildly.

Although this body had only been trained for a little over two months, with the addition of simple qigong, Jiaming's strength was no less than Lingjing's, who had been training since childhood. After exerting some force, he finally managed to pull Lingjing along. Who knew that after only two steps, a series of cries came from behind them. Turning back, they saw a little girl in a bright red cotton-padded jacket wielding a branch and fiercely swinging it at the children of the same age.

"I'll beat you for bullying girls! I'll beat you for bullying girls..."

Jiaming and Lingjing stopped. The girl was quite pretty, but when she fought, she actually had a bit of ferocity. The branch wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either. Hitting the thick cotton-padded jackets they were wearing wouldn't cause bleeding, but holding a stick, she had the upper hand in terms of momentum. In an instant, several children were knocked to the ground by her, and even Huang Haobing fell into the snow, crying loudly.

"Don't run, whoever runs, I'll hit them first!"

After knocking down a few, when the other children tried to run, she shouted, and they all stopped, looking at the girl fearfully. She threw away the branch and pointed at the children on the ground, shouting, "Tell me, do you still bully girls!?"

The children just cried, but the girl picked up the branch again, "Don't cry! Speak!"

"We won't dare..." The children were so scared they didn't dare to cry anymore, shaking their heads desperately. The girl pointed the branch at several children nearby, and again they dared not. Jiaming stood there, finding it amusing. Suddenly, the girl's branch pointed at him, "And you!"

"Ah, me?" Lingjing and Jiaming said in unison, then realized the girl was naturally referring to Jiaming. Lingjing's tears turned into a smile, "No." Jiaming had already raised his hand with a smile, "I don't dare either, hehe... I never dared..."

"Hmph, that's more like it!" The girl threw down the branch and said to Jiaming, "You're a boy, and you need a girl to protect you. How useless!" Her words were full of disdain. Lingjing quickly spoke up for Jiaming, "No, Jiaming isn't good at fighting." Jiaming looked extremely ashamed.

The girl clearly didn't accept Lingjing's explanation, but she didn't say anything more difficult. She just said to the other children, "If I ever find out you're bullying girls again, I'll beat you to death!" She had a small air of authority about her. "My name is Liu Huaisha! Be careful!"

As soon as Liu Huaisha's name was mentioned, all the children showed fearful expressions. Jiaming, however, suddenly realized, thinking to himself, so it's this child. Liu Huaisha attended the Second Primary School not far from Hongxing Primary School. She was a year older than them. These children had long heard rumors that she was very good at fighting and that even junior high school students were afraid of her. Jiaming naturally knew more. At this time, there were three underworld gangs in Jianghai City. The boss of the Sand Bamboo Gang was Liu Zheng, and Liu Huaisha was his daughter. She had been raised as his successor since childhood. No wonder when he saw her deliver a few kicks at the end, it had a bit of Jeet Kune Do's style.

Liu Huaisha had successfully planted a seed of fear in these children's hearts. Even as she trotted over, Jiaming thought she was going to scold him again for not being manly. To his surprise, she just smiled and spoke to Lingjing, "Hello, my name is Liu Huaisha, and yours?"

"Uh, my name is Ye Lingjing." As a representative of good students, Lingjing naturally knew the representative of bad students from the neighboring school. Her impression of her changed drastically at that moment. Seeing the other party enthusiastically extend her hand, she hesitantly reached out hers, as if making a territorial concession. However, children's likes and dislikes don't last long. After a few words, Lingjing had already let go of some of her reservations and was chatting happily.

"Lingjing, do you really know martial arts?"

"Of course, I know Wing Chun, Tai Chi, Changquan, Fuhu, Judo..."

"Ah, really! Can you teach me? I only know Jeet Kune Do. I want to be your disciple!"

"No, no, our family has a martial arts school, you can just go and learn there. But you have to teach me Jeet Kune Do. I heard it's very powerful..."

The two chattered away. Jiaming sighed inwardly, The Jianghu will be troubled from now on...

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