Three days later, in the evening, Chen Xingyue knocked on Chen Shouyi's bedroom door in her pajamas and handed him a letter delivered by a municipal government employee.
He took it and tore it open. Inside was a notice about the disciplinary action for his evading military training.
"One warning, and a deduction from this month's salary?" He pondered the matter.
The punishment wasn't particularly severe. A warning was the lightest of all administrative penalties, followed by a demerit, a major demerit, demotion, dismissal, and expulsion. Besides, only his salary was being docked; none of his various martial artist allowances were affected.
Clearly, Hedong City didn't want to punish him too harshly and drive away a Great Martial Artist who was, at least on the surface, one of their own.
"Brother, what's that letter? What does it say?" Chen Xingyue asked, her curiosity plain to see as she kept trying to edge closer.
Chen Shouyi skimmed it in a few quick glances, then looked at his overly curious little sister. "You want to see?"
Chen Xingyue nodded vigorously, her face full of anticipation.
"This is classified. Maybe when you become a martial artist." Chen Shouyi gave a smug snort, held the letter in his hands, and rubbed them together. The entire letter instantly crumbled into tiny scraps that fluttered to the floor.
Then he leisurely dusted off his hands.
Seeing her brother act so obnoxiously, Chen Xingyue puffed up her cheeks like a steamed bun and gritted her teeth. "So what if you're a Great Martial Artist? What's so great about that? Just you wait. Give me another month, and I'll dodge one of your moves—I swear!"
"Don't talk big. The higher your hopes, the greater your disappointment will be." Chen Shouyi raised an eyebrow.
In just ten days, the