Chapter 36: Song Mo, You

Bruce said a lot.

Song Mo listened, gaining an intuitive understanding of martial arts.

First,

all martial arts in this world are based on science!

Bruce said:

"Martial arts, at their core, were originally created for fighting."

"Later, deeper meanings gradually emerged."

"For example, strengthening the body and restoring physical function."

"Or… exploring the limits of the body, developing it, unlocking potential!"

"If you want to learn strength and health, I can teach you; if you want to learn fighting, I can teach you even better."

"But developing your own body and unlocking human potential… I'm not skilled enough, and there aren't many people in this world who can truly do it."

"What do you want to learn?"

Song Mo replied decisively: "Fighting!"

"I want to learn fighting!"

Song Mo's eyes shone unusually bright.

For others, martial arts might be limited by talent, requiring opportunity, insight, training, and powerful medicines.

Pushed to the brink of death, one is reborn; shattered, one rebuilds;

comprehending all things to grasp their true essence is an arduous step.

But for Song Mo, he only needed…

Proficiency!

As long as his proficiency was high enough, he could quickly break through his own limitations!

"Fine, I'll teach you fighting, but know this: learning fighting means you'll get hit."

Song Mo smiled, a rare joke.

"Bruce, as long as you don't kill or cripple me, I have no objections."

Song Mo began with Sanda.

Training began: hands-on instruction, punches landing hard on flesh…

……

An Yinuo had always closely followed Song Mo's updates.

She knew Song Mo went to France to compete.

But she never expected it was to perform at the Paris Grand Theater?

She peeled off her cotton socks and placed her snow-white feet on the blanket.

An Yinuo plunged her face into the soft quilt, her slender legs kicking wildly outside.

"Song Mo! Even if you're a god descended from heaven, you can't ignore me!"

"Going to France is impressive? Playing the Piano at the Paris Theater is impressive? Being praised to the skies by every news outlet is impressive?"

"Why won't you even look at me?"

An Yinuo glanced at the bedside.

When she saw her WeChat chat page!

Her pent-up frustration surged beyond limits!

"I sent you dozens of messages, and not one reply."

"Song Mo, you're something else!"

"Are you trying to die? Aaaah…"

An Yinuo grabbed the pillow beside her, clutching it angrily:

"Song Mo, do you even know how to write 'death'?"

"I'll teach you right now!"

An Yinuo straddled the pillow, swinging her snow-white little fists in a furious barrage.

After throwing dozens of punches, a light sheen of sweat formed on her skin.

But her anger hadn't faded.

An Yinuo thought for a moment.

She looked at her snow-white feet.

Rage surged in her heart!

Boldness surged in her heart!

She lifted her foot and stomped directly onto the pillow!

"Here, eat my foot!"

"Stomp you to death!"

"Damn Song Mo!"

After this outburst, An Yinuo panted heavily, drenched in sweat.

She didn't go to bathe—she collapsed onto the pillow.

"Hmph! Crush you!"

"So I sweated? Don't you dare complain!"

After a while, she regained a bit of energy.

An Yinuo flipped over again, straddling the body pillow.

Her gaze and tone were fierce.

She pinched the two corners of the body pillow as if tugging someone's ears.

"Song Mo, you've crossed the wrong young lady—you're done for!"

……

She saw a string of news stories about Song Mo online.

Lin Weiwei was also very surprised.

What the hell—she'd been investigating from behind this whole time to find out who was stirring up trouble, and in the end it turned out to be Leng Wanqiu of the Leng Family.

The Beijing Leng Family and the Lin Family were roughly the same size, but the troublesome part was that the Leng Family had even harder connections up top.

Fortunately, after analyzing it, she figured this was just Leng Wanqiu personally targeting Song Mo, not the Beijing Leng Family targeting Song Mo, so she didn't need to worry too much.

Only……

She had just finished preparing, and hadn't had the chance to make her move yet.

Or rather, she'd planned to step in when Song Mo was in a desperate pinch, timing it at an extreme moment to earn his gratitude.

In the end, Song Mo had resolved it himself.

"This little guy is really too interesting."

"I'm truly curious—what other surprises can he bring me……"

A faint curve tugged at the corner of Lin Weiwei's mouth.

Speaking of which, ever since Chen Xi had faked being sick and come to the infirmary last time, causing a clash between An Yinuo and Song Mo, she hadn't seen Song Mo again.

"Really looking forward to the next time we meet……"

"You gave me such a big surprise—what identity should I appear before you as when the time comes? Lin Family's eldest daughter, Lin Weiwei?"

In the infirmary mirror, Lin Weiwei's reflection showed her lips curling, as if plotting a mischievous smile.

A bad woman in a doctor's uniform……

Very much like the vibe of some island-nation TV dramas.

Then Lin Weiwei suddenly remembered something.

"Shit! I forgot he's reborn—he already knows my identity!"

Lin Weiwei complained bitterly.

"How am I supposed to play this game?"

"Being reborn and all that—it's just too unfair!"

Lin Weiwei wore a troubled expression.

The idea of delivering timely help was forced to be abandoned, that was one thing.

She just wanted a dazzling entrance that would blind someone's eyes—why was it so hard?

……

Evening.

Leng Wanqiu received a phone call.

It was from inside the family.

Her expression turned slightly unpleasant.

She picked up the call.

"Hello? Second Uncle."

The middle-aged man on the other end got straight to the point, laying out the matter directly to Leng Wanqiu, and Leng Wanqiu didn't interject the entire time.

Whether it was because she didn't dare, or didn't want to, was unclear.

At the end, the middle-aged man said a few words in a very cold tone.

"Originally, I had your abilities in mind, but the way you handled this matter has left me very dissatisfied, and the family is also very unhappy."

"Wrap it up soon, don't get stuck in and unable to get out."

"Don't let it affect yourself."

Then came the cold sound of the phone hanging up.

Leng Wanqiu put down her phone, her expression shifting between dark and light.

On one hand, she felt it would be hard to answer to Chen Xi.

On the other hand, she was extremely unwilling in her heart.

Even in Kyoto, she considered herself among the most outstanding of her peers, so why had she stumbled over a mere Song Family in Modu?

Leng Wanqiu was extremely competitive—apart from her looks, she wanted to be the best in every aspect.

She pondered for a long while.

In the end, she called Secretary Lin.

"Hello? President Leng. What are your instructions?"

Leng Wanqiu was concise.

"Drop the matter regarding Song Mo."

"Yes, President Leng."

She hung up.

Leng Wanqiu took out the file on Song Mo.

She began flipping through it carefully.

The setback she'd suffered at Song Mo's hands had also sparked a sliver of interest in this man, but that interest was more about wanting to understand him—and defeat him!

"This is the only way."

"As for Chen Xi's side… we'll just have to coax him when the time comes."

(End of this chapter)