How Strange

A spring rain fell on the streets and alleys of Hung Hom South District.

It allowed grass seeds to peek out from the cracks in the coastal sidewalk, and morning dew, carrying raindrops, fell on A Xing's back.

He was jogging during his morning exercise, circling the compound again and again.

After each lap, he would throw a pebble in front of the hall door, playing hopscotch. After hopping on singles and doubles, without stepping on the line or making a wrong move, he would immediately run to the next lap like a happy dog running wildly.

On the fighting ring, Xue Ming and Xiao Qi had just finished their ninth round.

Xue Ming was completely exhausted, while Xiao Qi had just finished warming up.

--The difference in their endurance is huge.

You can see fist marks on Bai Qingqing's arms, a testament to the terrifying penetrating power that shines through the thick boxing gloves.

Jiang Xueming's right eye was so swollen that he couldn't see anything. It was a wound inflicted by Bai Qingqing's vicious combination of hooks and punches, intended to impair his employer's vision and judgment.

In the tenth round, they were decided.

Exhausted, Xue Ming was the first to throw out the towel and surrender after a series of high-intensity confrontations.

If they keep fighting like this, they probably won't even be able to pick up chopsticks for lunch.

After finishing his morning exercise, Xue Ming held Bai Qingqing's arm and massaged it while applying medicine.

Bai Qingqing did the same, cupping Xue Ming's face and spraying anti-swelling medicine. Taking advantage of Xue Ming's inattention, she kissed his forehead again, tasting the sour and salty sweat, as well as the dried and crystallized salt on his hair.

Xue Ming gently stroked Seventh Brother's hair, as if taking care of a daughter. "Go take a shower, I'll go call A Xing to eat together."

Xiao Qi ran to the shower room with a big smile, "Okay!"

If you're wondering why Xue Ming didn't hire A Xing as his sparring partner?

The reason is simple: the difference in their strength levels is too great, and Xue Ming is no match for A Xing at all.

On the narrow ring, whether it's a boxing ring with ropes or an octagonal cage for no-holds-barred fighting, in that cramped and confined space, Xue Ming simply couldn't beat A Xing and had no chance of winning.

In the fight against A Xing--

Xue Ming's best achievement was scoring points and fighting the entire match standing up. In a twelve-round match, he scored 96 valid strikes. A Xing scored 133 valid strikes.

Xue Ming was completely dazed when he climbed off the ring during that boxing match.

Facing A Xing's nearly two-meter reach, those two arms were like a giant net. In the boxing ring, as long as A Xing opened his arms, Xue Ming would have a hard time escaping A Xing's attack range.

Both fighters have the same boxing stance, similar fighting experience, and comparable skill levels. What remains is a contest of judgment and endurance.

With his different weight and height, Xue Ming will have to face super heavyweight punches with a force exceeding 900 pounds.

Any punch from A Xing could shatter Xue Ming's defensive stance, sending him straight into Gate of Death situation in the arena.

However, Xue Ming's attacks seemed to have no effect against A Xing's broad arms, which could cover his entire face.

This is why Xue Ming could never beat A Xing in a hand-to-hand combat match. It's the difference in height and muscle mass, the difference in body fat as armor, and the difference in punching power as an offensive weapon.

At that moment, Xue Ming walked into the courtyard and saw Liuxing running back to the gate, panting heavily.

Meteor asked excitedly, "Ming Ge! How was it?!"

Jiang Xueming: "We lost. We couldn't beat her."

Meteor exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Seventh Brother is that amazing?"

Jiang Xueming: "She's been doing dirty things in the ring, I'm no match for her."

"Not clean?" Meteor was suddenly filled with curiosity. She stopped in her tracks and was about to give Jiang Xueming a high five when she asked, "Did you do your morning exercise?!"

Jiang Xueming: "It's done!"

The two suddenly clapped their hands and shook hands, spraying their sweat into the rain.

Meteor got back to the main topic. "Ming Ge, what did you mean when you said your wife did something improper in the ring?"

Xue Ming pursed her lips, showing neither anger nor joy; she seemed indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

"When she attacks, she likes to step on my feet, forcing me to use my lead hand to reverse my stance. If I don't dodge, she can immediately get into my wingspan—to her advantageous distance."

Meteor gaped. "How despicable! Fighting like that is just asking for trouble, my sister-in-law is so shameless!"

Xue Ming continued, "I adapted to her attacks and wanted to control the rhythm, so I started using freehand footwork to move her around—she would even deliberately send her feet to my feet."

"Damn it!" Meteor cursed, "I've never even used that trick on you!"

Xue Ming's expression changed. "You've always wanted to use this move?"

Meteor was quite frank. "Yes! When you use the footwork of Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) to control the rhythm in the boxing ring, it's actually very difficult for me. The opportunity to attack is always on your side."

Xue Ming: "Go on, I'll go make you some tea. Drink it if you're thirsty."

Meteor followed Ming Ge into the room, grabbed a towel to dry himself, and shook the water from his hair playfully. He then said, "Ming Ge, your balance is excellent. You're very agile when you stop or start, especially in the octagon. That side kick of yours really hurts, I can't take it—"

"With the footwork and rhythm of switching between forehand and backhand stances in Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), when to fight, where to fight, whether to engage in high-level punches or low-level grappling, it's all up to you. If I try to clinch you, I'll immediately get a vicious shoulder or elbow strike to my chest. If I don't take you down in one go and subdue you with weight and joint locks, it's very difficult for me to win. It's the same in the boxing ring; I can't let you lead me by the nose forever."

Xue Ming poured Liuxing a pot of hot tea. "Yes, but you have to think about it, only the weak will seek out the enemy's weaknesses to win."

Meteor chuckled, holding her teacup. "Hehe, if placing my foot in front of your outstretched foot could change your path, I would definitely do it. It's much more practical than spreading my arms to block you! Hahaha! Sister-in-law is amazing! I've learned something!"

"She never learns anything good, only crooked and evil ways. Tsk." Xue Ming clicked her tongue, somewhat impatiently. "What if I told you that her fist techniques are even dirtier than this?"

Meteor: "Oh! There's something even more exciting?"

Xue Ming: "When I cornered her against a pillar, trying to block her out and prepare to launch an attack, she would hug me and then kiss me directly."

Meteor: "Despicable!"

Xue Ming: "At the end of a round when I'm running out of stamina, they'll try to hook my heels, turning the boxing match into a wrestling match."

Meteor: "Dirty!"

Xue Ming: "After falling, she would still hold me and not move. When I struggled to get up, I definitely used up more energy than her, which really bothered me."

Meteor: "Shameless!"

"But it worked. I couldn't beat her. There were no referees or witnesses in this match." Xue Ming shrugged, then went back to his room to take a shower.

No sooner had Ming Ge left than Bai Qingqing, dressed in loose pajamas, ran back from the greenhouse.

She leaned close to Meteor, feigning mystery, and said, "I won! I won!"

Meteor pouted, her face full of displeasure. "Hmm."

Bai Qingqing: "A bet's a bet! Send me the photos!"

Meteor then opened her phone and sent all the photos she had secretly taken of Ming Ge to Bai Qingqing.

"Hehehehehehe." Xiao Qi grinned and let out the laughter of a Soul Hall elder. "Your photography skills are pretty good! Not a single bad angle."

Meteor patted his chest confidently. "Of course! My mom taught me herself! She says a man who can't take photos will have a hard time finding a girlfriend!"

After having some fun, Xiao Qi got down to business.

"Hey, what do you think my employer plans to do back here this time?"

"I don't know, Ming Ge didn't mention it to me."

"He's rich now, and they say men become bad when they have money. Will he become like that too?"

"What aspect of it are you referring to as bad? I don't understand."

"It's just going out and spending money recklessly, you know."

"Of course not. Ming Ge can spend money, but he would never spend it recklessly."

"How much money did the boss give him? How much cash was there in total?"

"I asked him, and he currently has about 13 million yuan on hand, of which he has already spent more than 6 million yuan."

"Huh?" Xiao Qi's expression changed drastically. "Where did it go? So much money!"

Bu Liuxing counted on his fingers. "Inviting martial arts masters from other places to come here would cost money for travel, hospitality, meals, and instruction. He settled the tuition fees for all the coaches and teachers, leaving no one behind."

Xiao Qi exclaimed in surprise, "Four months shouldn't have cost over six million, right? What else is there?"

Bu Liuxing continued, "Given our location, the rent for the houses in the compound, the salaries of the aunties, food, water, electricity, and so on, even my mom received a Little Red for teaching dance, and a bouquet of carnations picked from the mountain garden, and a bouquet made by Ming Ge himself. He's very meticulous about all these things."

"He didn't even send me flowers!" Xiao Qi bit her bread roll as if she were biting a handkerchief, her jealousy palpable.

Meteor continued, "He didn't give me anything either, but sister-in-law, didn't he entrust the stick to you? Perhaps he entrusted himself to us."

"That's true," Xiao Qi immediately stopped being sad, took out her nunchucks and made them into a mace, and put some olive oil in the refrigerator for maintenance.

Meteor continued, "Of these six million, two million in cash was sent directly to a charitable foundation."

Xiao Qi immediately frowned. "Isn't that money just going down the drain? Didn't you stop him?"

Meteor continued, "Ming Ge said he hoped there would be fewer children like him and Bailu, so he donated money to the foundation. I thought it made sense, so I donated with him."

Xiao Qi covered his forehead, feeling that the two brothers really had no common sense in this regard.

As an international port, Hong Kong has many charitable foundations with dubious origins. In reality, these are business organizations used by wealthy businessmen to evade taxes and have nothing to do with charity.

So Seventh Brother pressed further, "Has all the money been donated?"

Meteor laughed, "Of course not! My mom stopped us. This morning, Mom took Bailu to handle this matter. She told us that if we really wanted to donate money, we should just throw it on the police station desk—that's much faster than going through some mysterious foundation. She knows a lot of people and can guarantee that our good intentions will reach the children in the disaster area, or directly become clothes and food for impoverished families."

"Aunt Bu Mei is reliable!" Xiao Qi then asked, "When are they coming back?"

By this time, Xue Ming had finished showering, changed into clean clothes, and was dressed casually at home again. "They're coming back for lunch. Shall we invite the teachers to join us?"

"Oh! I'll contact Brother Wenlan!" Bu Liuxing quickly made a video call to Coach Zhou.

The call connected very quickly.

Three friends squeezed around the table, ready to wish their fitness coach an early Happy New Year.

As soon as the screen lit up, you could see a healthy and hot woman, one hand covering her hair and the other carrying a vacuum cleaner, rushing into the lobby.

The older sister greeted her.

"Wait! Wait a minute! Let me tidy up the house first!"

This scene was extremely bizarre.

--The floor was covered with dander and hair, as well as puddles of sticky, thin liquid.

Then I saw this woman wearing Coach Wenlan's sports vest and shorts, and her cleaning posture was very clumsy, as if she were...

Xiao Qi: "Is she taming her limbs?"

Meteor was too shy to greet her, wondering if she might be Brother Wenlan's girlfriend.

Jiang Xueming looked at it more carefully.

He could recognize the subcutaneous connective tissue of the human body from the dander, as well as the soft skin of some facial features. He had seen these things not long ago; the dead skin sacs on the rotten dragon's body in the Mimir Hot Spring Market had the same texture.

But Jiang Xueming would never have guessed that this clumsy older sister was Zhou Wenlan herself.

Xue Ming exclaimed, "How strange!"

Zhou Wenlan pinched his nose and kept saying "fuck" to himself.

The house reeked of foul odors, and all the skin, fat, and complex liquids containing various pheromones were cleaned up one by one.

Wenlan returned to her phone, hunching over the camera.

--He should be called her at this point.

Wenlan spoke to the two students in the camera with a serious expression.

"What I'm about to tell you is outrageous and bizarre. Don't be afraid."

Meteor nodded immediately. "I'm not scared! Did Brother Wenlan do something to offend you, sister? This floor looks like a murder scene! Are you going to turn yourself in?"

Xiao Qi gently patted Liuxing's head. "It's not that outrageous. If it were really like you said, this sister definitely wouldn't answer the phone."

Jiang Xueming: "We can talk about it later. Just cover your chest first."

Wenlan looked down and quickly covered the opening of her sports bra, her expression turning panicked. She went to the bathroom and found a towel to cover herself.

"I am Zhou Wenlan."

Jiang Xueming: "???"

Bu Liuxing: "???"

Xiao Qi didn't know Coach Zhou and had never heard of the name.

Caught between the two brothers, she thought the older sister was quite cool and probably had a lot of little girls who liked her.

Wenlan tapped the phone screen with the back of her fingers, explaining incessantly, shouting in a shrill voice.

"I am Zhou Wenlan, and you two little darlings! I'm your coach, your big brother!"

On the other side--

--In a residential building in the New Territories.

Sister Wenwen just woke up. Spring break has made her sleep schedule increasingly outrageous, and she's been getting up later and later.

She had just gotten out of bed when she heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner. Her heart skipped a beat, but then warmed with love.

She thought to herself, "My husband must have had a change of heart. He was so considerate of his wife last night, and he started cleaning this morning. How wonderful!"

However, after turning over, Sister Wenwen, half-asleep, went to greet them.

"Honey! What are you doing?"

No one answered her--

--But the vacuum cleaner was getting louder and louder, more and more agitated and panicked.

Sister Wenwen took off her pajama bottoms, wanting to show her husband her beautiful legs, and walked towards the living room with her eyes half-closed and yawning.

She thought to herself that she couldn't move her husband last night, and that he must have fallen asleep on the floor. She wondered if he had caught a cold, so she grabbed a cup of hot water to rinse her mouth, preparing to give her husband a warm good morning kiss.

In her dazed state, she grabbed a familiar figure in the living room, pulled him over, and kissed him on the lips.

Result--

--Wenwen saw a very unfamiliar woman.

It was something completely unfamiliar, something I had never met before in my entire life.

She could be a neighbor you've greeted thousands of times in and out of the building, or a complete stranger you've never seen in the neighborhood's shops and markets.

The woman, familiar with the place, kissed Wenwen.

Her kissing skills were exactly the same as Lao Liu's, but there was also a hint of panic in her eyes.

Wenwen was so frightened that her hair stood on end, but she was too surprised to say a word.

She pushed the older girl away.

--Grabbing the young woman's shoulders with both hands, I opened my eyes wide and took a good look.

She is about 175 cm tall, a little chubby, with a round face, big eyes, and an innocent and helpless look.

Wearing Lao Liu's shirt and pants, with a saddle-shaped nose, thick lips, fleshy ears, and slightly curly hair that falls to her chin, she looks like a sexy, chubby young woman in her late twenties who hasn't managed her figure before.

Wenwen immediately asked, "Who the hell are you? I'm calling the police!"

Liu Baoquan looked completely innocent, and a soft reply escaped his throat, "I'm your husband!"

Wenwen was both shocked and angry; she didn't know what had gotten into her head.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Are you crazy?! You're my husband? What's our wedding anniversary?"

Liu Baoquan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"He can't explain it, right!" Sister Wenwen was first angry, then turned to extreme horror. "He really just can't explain how that could be."

The chubby girl's expression is exactly the same as her husband's.

The subtle facial expressions of him sweating profusely, the gesture of raising his hands to hug his wife, and his body language and eye contact were all exactly the same as when he was trying to comfort her.

Wenwen's eyes lit up. "My God!"

Liu Baoquan: "Although it's hard to explain exactly what happened, that's the truth."

Wenwen reached out and pinched the chubby girl's cheeks, slapping and pouting them. "My God!"

Old Liu felt very uncomfortable, and then recoiled as the pain on his face caused him to groan.

Wenwen stared at and touched the fat girl's body, especially her key areas.

"Oh my god!"

Old Liu quickly explained, "I'm sorry, honey, I really don't know what happened to me. I might lose my job. Can we sit down and talk this over?"

Wenwen immediately ran back to her bedroom and pulled out a strange object.

"Such a good thing?!"

Old Liu's eyes changed, turning into one of extreme terror.

The item that Sister Wenwen took out was called the Roman Emperor.

"Honey! Do you know how long I've waited for this day?!"

--Good kids shouldn't search.

Looking out the window, the spring rain was still falling.

It soaked the moss on the green bricks at the corner of the alley, and the ivy looked vibrant and full of life.

It landed on the Gangdao Ji signboard, sprayed onto the awning turning into a fine mist, and then drifted to the front hall of the Feihong Martial Arts School next door.

--During the spring break, many students returned to the martial arts school, taking advantage of the short holiday before the end of the year to seek guidance from Teacher Zongzhu.

The sound of fists and feet striking and striking each other filled the dojo.

And then there were shouts and curses.

"Char siu is so hot and energetic, he's practically falling down and getting his hair stuck in the dirt!"

A young and energetic blonde woman stood in the center of the dojo, with six students lying down beside her.

She is Li Zongzhu.

--Specifically, it should be Li Zongzhu, who has just finished cleaning, washing up and changing clothes. Her anger level is at its peak. According to KOF, she is the Zong Zhu sister who can unleash the Three-Qi Ultimate Technique.

She has some European features, with a high nose bridge and well-defined features. Her hair is champagne blonde, but her eyes are brown. She is of mixed race and is nearly 1.85 meters tall, seven centimeters taller than her original male body. She looks to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

She kept explaining to the students, "Damn it! I really am your master! Not your master's wife! Not your senior sister!"

Several male students were yelling and shouting on the floor, their faces beaming with glee.

"How could that be!"

"You are indeed very good at fighting, but our master is even better!"

"Sister! Where did you come from? Why are you pretending to be a man?"

"Teacher Li has black hair! Not blonde hair!"

Li Zongzhu was nearly driven to madness. "My maternal grandfather was United Kingdom! It's normal for him to have blond hair, right?! Who knew it would turn out like this!"

Then another apprentice stood up properly.

"--I will not allow you to insult our sect. No matter who you are, if you use our master's techniques, I will not acknowledge you as a fellow disciple."

Li Zongzhu immediately unleashed a set of leg techniques, a left front kick followed by a right whip kick. With his increased height, his attack range expanded by more than a foot. As soon as the arrogant eldest disciple had a bright red instep mark on his face, the female disciple beside him immediately had her eyes light up.

"Master! You are my own master!"

"We don't want Teacher Zongzhu anymore! Please teach us instead!"

"Damn it!" Li Zongzhu cursed under his breath, but couldn't lash out. He just felt uncomfortable all over, as his Daoist robe didn't fit him at all.

She immediately knelt down and asked her female apprentice for guidance.

"Hey! Yingchun!"

The girl whose name was called tensed up and immediately stood up.

"And you too! Pingmei!"

Another girl, who looked rather delicate, perked up, just like how Teacher Zongzhu usually summoned them.

Li Zongzhu hunched over, her face full of displeasure. She moved closer to the two little girls and demanded that they both put their ears over.

Then the blonde woman whispered something in the girl's ear.

"I feel like my gi's bra is really tight! And around my butt too."

The girls looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

Li Zongzhu continued, "Ugh! It really hurts! Did you guys see that flying kick? I felt like my torso was jumping up with two water bags on it and then landing. The skin under my arms is practically ripped off! Is there any way to help? Please help me! Please, please! Save me! I have to survive!"

"It's older," Yingchun said softly.

"The stylist needs to wear a sports bra."

The younger Pingmei immediately realized what was happening.

"Are you really Teacher Zongzhu?"

Li Zongzhu scratched his head, and suddenly the hair tie came loose again.

Her long hair cascaded like a golden waterfall, accentuating her amorous eyebrows, large eyes, and fiery lips.

Zong Zhu kept muttering, "Oh no! It's really bad! Things have gotten worse!"

One girl reached out to hug and touch the masseur to measure his body, while another girl proactively opened the app to order a sports bra from the masseur.

They both nodded vigorously.

"--Excellent! Really excellent! Things are wonderful!"