At home.
His father, Xia Chuanliu, and his mother, Huang Lanxin, had also seen Xia Ping win. They were so delighted they nearly jumped off the sofa, excitement surging through them.
"Haha, he won! My son won!"
Xia Chuanliu was beaming with pride. "I never thought my son would actually win the High School Fighting Tournament. Now let's see who still dares look down on me, Xia Chuanliu."
"I may not have what it takes, but my son does!"
Huang Lanxin was overjoyed too. "He's made something of himself! Our son has really made something of himself." She knew just how prestigious the High School Fighting Tournament was. The champion of every tournament was guaranteed a place at Yanhuang University.
There was no doubt her son had a brilliant future ahead of him.
"Oh, right. I have to call our relatives and friends and tell them. When something this wonderful happens, we should all celebrate together!" Suddenly struck by an idea, Xia Chuanliu put on a sly smile.
Huang Lanxin looked at him speechlessly. He wasn't trying to share the good news; he just wanted to brag.
But there weren't many things in life worth celebrating. So what if he wanted to brag? So what if he wanted to bask in his success? As long as he was happy, that was what mattered. She couldn't be bothered with what anyone else thought.
Meng Fei, an editor at Penguin, had been keeping a close eye on Xia Ping. After all, Xia Ping was a newly emerged top-tier novelist on their website, and they were planning to adapt his work into a TV series. How could Meng Fei not pay attention?
"No way. Black-Hearted Wolf is incredible! Not only is he a brilliant novelist, his martial arts cultivation is astonishing too.