I Treated You Like a Sister

"Before our Xia Kingdom cracks down on Martial Arts Training Classes, crawl back to wherever you came from."

"You can't even beat a high school student like me, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a coach?"

Jiang Shu's voice was not loud, yet it seemed to stir up raging storms in everyone's hearts.

The students' eyes went dull, as though the idol of faith in their hearts had suddenly collapsed.

"Y-You!"

Coach Park trembled all over. He wanted badly to point at Jiang Shu and curse him out.

But the lingering suffocating sensation in his throat reminded him every moment that this boy, who claimed to be nothing more than a high school student... might actually kill someone!

During those dozen or so seconds just now, he had truly felt that he might die in the Xia Kingdom, die in this training class!

Why could this boy, who even looked somewhat skinny and weak, unleash such terrifying strength?

Was he a martial artist from the Xia Kingdom?

Could it be that South Korean taekwondo really was inferior to the Xia Kingdom's Martial Dao?

No, impossible!

South Korean taekwondo had a history stretching back a hundred years and had produced countless outstanding figures.

The Xia Kingdom had only announced Martial Dao last year!

He must have been careless!

When he had struck at that little girl, he had not even noticed this man making his move. Right, that had to be it!

Coach Park desperately persuaded himself.

This training class absolutely could not fall apart!

If it did, his junior brother, who was still secretly training abroad... would definitely not spare him!

At the thought of his junior brother, Coach Park could not help shuddering.

Although his junior brother had entered the school two years later than he had, aside from taekwondo, he also trained in all manner of fighting techniques from around the world.

High-tech equipment regularly monitored changes in his body, steadily improving him through the most scientific methods.

Not only was his physique powerful and his speed agile, but his strength had reached a terrifying seven or eight hundred jin!

With one punch, he could burst a sandbag!

No matter how formidable this boy was...

Could he compare to his junior brother?

As long as he stabilized the students in this training class, then if this boy dared return in two or three months!

His junior brother would naturally teach him a lesson!

"You sneak-attacked me! You have no martial virtue! I've had a persistent high fever these past few days—I caught your Xia Kingdom's flu! I didn't have enough strength. If you have the ability, come back in two or three months."

"My junior brother will let you know what true taekwondo is! What a true Martial Dao prodigy is! When that time comes, if you kneel and apologize and are willing to give up Xia Kingdom Martial Dao, we have boats enough in our stomachs and will agree to let you join taekwondo."

Coach Park climbed up from the ground and retreated several steps.

Only after making sure there were seven or eight steps between himself and the high school student before him did he finally stand firm.

He found an excuse for himself and spat out a threat.

"Are people from your country always this confident?"

Looking at the coach who was fierce on the outside but cowardly within, Jiang Shu lost interest.

He did not want to know who this coach's junior brother was.

Nor did he want to come back in two or three months.

If his younger sister had not been here, he would not even have stepped into this sort of training class.

Rather than wasting time here, he might as well spend more time practicing stance work and reach the Whole Body Qi and Blood Great Circulation sooner.

As for the students of this training class...

That kick of his should already have proven everything.

Anyone with even a little sense would know what to choose.

Without sparing the coach another glance, Jiang Shu turned around. Facing the stunned Jiang Yan Yue, he patted her shoulder. "What are you standing around for? We're leaving."

"Ah... okay."

For once, Jiang Yan Yue did not argue with Jiang Shu. Her mind was utterly blank as she followed close behind him, and before she knew it, they had already left the Twin Towers.

Beside her, Sang Zhi Rou looked even more adorably dazed.

Those wide, innocent eyes had watched her best friend furiously berate the coach, watched the coach strike, and watched her best friend's brother kick.

She looked up at Jiang Yan Yue's brother, her mind like a landscape swept through by a typhoon. Before coming to sign up, she had carefully watched the training class's advertisements and promotional videos. She knew clearly just how formidable Coach Park was.

Even when three or four ordinary people ganged up on him, he could easily subdue them.

He could chop wooden blocks with his hand and leap into spinning kicks.

Yet someone like that had been kicked to the ground by Jiang Yan Yue's brother, then lifted up as easily as a chick.

He had not the slightest ability to fight back!

Was this the Xia Kingdom's true Martial Dao?

"I've checked out all the Martial Dao training classes in Jicheng before. Basically none of them have any real skill. You're both still young—if you want to practice stance work, you can just stand on your own. The most important thing is to develop an interest. If you truly want to advance, wait another year or two."

"By then, the Xia Kingdom will definitely issue policies, and these kinds of Martial Arts Training Classes will only be driven out by the good."

Jiang Shu spoke as he walked.

He had visited this Martial Arts Training Class before and knew that it had originally been nothing more than a taekwondo club.

So after seeing the address Jiang Yan Yue had sent him, he had ended his training and headed over.

"Alright, I'm going back to train. You and your classmate can stroll around here and relax a little. If you don't have enough money, tell me."

"Mm... Brother..."

Jiang Yan Yue looked up. Only now had she recovered somewhat, though her eyes were still filled with countless questions. She had thought that after training Martial Dao for more than three months, her brother had become stronger than an ordinary high school student.

Maybe he could exchange a few moves with this flashy-but-useless taekwondo coach.

But she had never imagined that he would subdue him with one kick and lift him with one hand!

This was not a movie!

This was not staged footage!

It had happened starkly, nakedly before her eyes.

Everything had completely overturned what she knew.

How much strength did it take to lift someone by the neck?

And after doing something so huge, Jiang Shu still spoke calmly and walked with such ease.

Clearly, he had not even used his full strength then!

"If there's anything, we can talk at home. Since you're already out, have fun. Friendship between classmates is something that needs to be cherished."

As if he had thought of something, Jiang Shu said with a sigh.

Then he glanced around, confirmed the location of a nearby park, and strode toward it.

Though he was merely walking quickly, in a single breath he had already put more than ten meters between himself and Jiang Yan Yue's group.

"Yan Yan... your brother treats you so well."

Watching Jiang Shu's departing back, Sang Zhi Rou could not help whispering.

All this time, all she had heard from her best friend were complaints about her brother.

This was the first time she had seen Jiang Yan Yue's brother up close.

He seemed... a little different from what Jiang Yan Yue had described.

Even if she closed her eyes now, Jiang Shu's handsome face would immediately appear in her mind.

His slightly long hair covered his ears.

Although he dressed extremely simply, his kick had been sharp and domineering.

Everything he said and did carried maturity, giving people a full sense of security.

Other than from her father...

She had never felt such a comfortable feeling from any other boy.

She quietly took a breath, truly feeling her violently pounding heart.

It beat as fast as it would after an eight-hundred-meter run.

"Mm..."

For once, Jiang Yan Yue did not snap back at Jiang Shu. Still somewhat dazed, she nodded.

"Yan Yan..."

"Mm?"

"I think... maybe I won't sign up after all. Could you... could you give me your brother's WeiXun number? If I have questions about Martial Dao in the future, I can ask... ask your brother."

"Your brother seems really amazing... more reliable than all those training class coaches."

Sang Zhi Rou's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. Her hands did not know where to go; one moment she tucked them into her pockets and squeezed the sweat in her palms, the next she pulled them out to tug at the hem of her clothes.

Add his contact? Martial Dao questions? Ask my brother?

Jiang Yan Yue, who had still been immersed in the scenes from the Martial Arts Training Class, suddenly woke with a start.

Her always socially anxious best friend was voluntarily asking to add her brother on WeiXun?

Had the sun risen in the west today?

Something was off! This was definitely off!

Jiang Yan Yue's eyes were full of suspicion as she looked at her best friend.

At that moment, Sang Zhi Rou lowered her head slightly. As if she knew Jiang Yan Yue was watching her, the side of her face revealed a blush as red as morning clouds.

At once, a bold guess suddenly surfaced in Jiang Yan Yue's heart.

No way.

I treated you like a sister, but you want to become my sister-in-law?

Little Mulberry, you've got some nerve!