ng Qing twisted her hair awkwardly, "It is... it's that, it's not because of sister! It's because... look, the fact that I can't beat you is true, isn't it?"
Fang You didn't respond directly to ng Qing's words, but quietly took a sip of his soda, and then spoke calmly:
"I thought that after such a long period of special training, you might have made so progress, but if your determination is only to this extent, then I feel there is no need to continue with the special training..."
Fang You said and then stood up, ready to leave, when ng Qing grabbed hold of his arm.
She pursed her lips and lowered her head, seeming to wrestle with her inner struggles, and Fang You didn't pull away. Instead, he watched her quietly, hoping she would muster the courage to speak her mind.
"Actually, at first, it was sister who dragged to learn together."
"Sister's martial arts skills are very good, she is amazing, and the kids nearby all admire her. I admire sister as well, so when she taught martial arts and said I also had talent, that's why I practiced martial arts with her."
"You see... I participated in this sport with an obligation, not because I liked it. So, I have always been confused about whether I truly like this sport or not."
"Even sister said back then that my eyes lacked the passion for martial arts, so I began to think that I indeed didn't like the sport that much, which is why I chose to give up later..."
"So, what are you trying to say? After all that, I still can't grasp the main point."
Fang You frowned and said, "Do you expect , an eight-year-old kid, to comfort you, a 22-year-old big sister, saying 'It's okay, ng Qing. You've tried your best. From now on, it all depends on alone to save Jingji Children's Martial Arts Hall for you and your sister?' What makes you think you have the right to ask to do that for you?"
"No, that's not what I an, I am—"
"Then at least tell your true thoughts."
Fang You lifted ng Qing's chin, her gaze nervously shifting away.
"Look at properly and say it."
"Tell your genuine thoughts, don't hide anything from ."
"Only then can I decide whether or not to continue to help you."
"Otherwise, with that muddled look of yours right now, you won't be able to win the championship, nor do you deserve my guidance. You're just wasting my precious ti."
Although he was only eight years old, at that mont Fang You stood tall while ng Qing sat, forcing her to look up at the child who, despite his age, seed towering and imposing like a father. Under his stern and decisive gaze, ng Qing finally began to speak slowly:
"I..."
"I'm sorry, You You."
"There's sothing... I've been lying to you about from the start."
"I actually... didn't co back to martial arts just to carry on my sister's dream."
"It's because, because..."
"If I don't try to help out now, we—"
ng Qing paused for a mont, then picked up a bottle of sparkling wine next to her and took several big gulps before ranting:
"Our family has mortgaged everything, including the house, to invest in this Martial Arts Hall. If the hall closes down, we will be holess and bankrupt!"
...
Fang You released ng Qing's chin, and at this mont, ng Qing seed to open the floodgates, drinking and muttering:
"Sister clearly knows this, knows how bad the situation is now at the Martial Arts Hall, and she still has the nerve to scold . Do you know what she said? She even told that I'm tarnishing the reputation of their Martial Arts Hall, that they absolutely cannot recruit students in such a way, and that those they recruit are not truly passionate about martial arts."
"She's not seeing all the students I've brought in... Is it the ti to worry about reputation now? We can hardly survive, and she's still fussing over so much?"
ng Qing continued complaining while holding on to Fang You's shoulder:
"My sister has been like this since she was young, always standing on the moral high ground to bla others, never caring about the trouble she causes those around her, nor reflecting on herself. It seems that if things go well, it's her achievent; if not, it's soone else's fault."
"And my parents are the sa... always indulging her, giving her whatever she wants, never asking what I want, never noticing how hard I try..."
"I've been training so hard in martial arts, so why do they only praise my sister and not ? Wasn't it who won the gold dal in the competition? Why, when my sister lost to , did they only comfort her and not praise ? And they won't even let display the dal at ho? They say the gold dal wasn't earned by my own strength!"
"And you know what else? It was such a struggle for to save the Martial Arts Hall all by myself, and just when I was about to et the assessnt targets, they go on about how they can't stand to watch my performance, telling I don't need to co to the Martial Arts Hall anymore!"
"What is the aning of this, huh? You You, tell … do they see as so sort of dog that can be called upon and dismissed at will? No word of thanks and they just start scolding , completely unaware of how much I have given for the Martial Arts Hall…"
"Do you think I want to do this? I don't want to do it at all! I don't want to clean up this ss! I don't want to spend every day bowing to an eight-year-old kid, calling him 'master', and playing those shaful 'coach and student' gas with him, okay!"
"?"
You're really spilling a bit too much truth here, girl. So from the very beginning, calling 'Master' and all that… was it just you playing house with ?
[For the first ti, you experience the feeling of a woman letting down your sincere efforts, knowledge energy 100]
But…
Being able to speak out is also good in a way…
ng Qing has just been too repressive with herself, constantly tense like this might eventually break her down.
It's also an opportunity for her to vent properly.
ng Qing kept on bitterly complaining about her sister's aloofness and her parents' favoritism towards her sister, itemizing the injustices she had always faced and how hard it was to constantly clean up after her sister.
After venting her frustrations like a disgruntled wife, ng Qing seed to relax quite a bit, babbling on to Fang You before her eyelids grew heavier and she eventually fell asleep on the dining table.
Fang You pushed her a few tis, but there was no response.
Well, might as well let her sleep.
Fang You smoothly signaled to a passing waiter and said:
"Waiter, the bill."
...
The waiter was examining the amount on the bill, "The total cos to 324.5 yuan, will it be WeChat or Alipay—uh... is your mother drunk? Kid."
Fang You frowned slightly, "What mother? Does she look like my mother to you?"
"I'm sorry... oh, so she's your sister, then? How would you like to pay?"
"I'll take care of it."
Fang You opened his Smart Watch and scanned the QR code to pay the bill.
Fang You then helped ng Qing to the street; ng Qing was now like a limp piece of mud lying on Fang You, supported only by her body's instinctive reactions and half carried by Fang You.
Fang You didn't know where ng Qing's house was, and it wasn't appropriate to take her directly ho. If his mother saw a drunken coach being carried ho by her son, he would undoubtedly be forbidden from continuing his training at Jingji Martial Arts Hall.
Of course, a hotel was even less suitable. Fang You still had to go ho to sleep, and it wouldn't be right to just leave his sister alone in a hotel.
That left only one option.
Fang You hailed a taxi and stuffed ng Qing into it, then got in himself.
"Where to, kid?"
"Hello, Uncle, please take us to the area around Gumountain Sports Park."
"Going to the park this late? Is your mother… alright?"
"We live across from the park."
"Oh, got it…"
The taxi raced through the streets, bringing Fang You and ng Qing close to Fang You's ho, near the sports park.
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