Chapter 38: The Xiaoanchun Who Pushes Her Luck

On the underground black boxing ring stage, Zhang Jie watched Weiniya, whose fighting style was completely different, her eyelids twitching—could this really be the same person?

Although I knew Xiaoanchun's style would change once she stepped onto the ring, every time I saw Zhang Jie I still felt it was absurd.

"Oh! God! This is simply unbelievable! Our boxing ring newcomer Miss Weiniya knocked her opponent helpless with just her fists!"

The ring's announcer, speaking fluently in a special accent, loudly commented, while Zhang Jie silently placed a few more bets on Weiniya.

"Oh my god! The opponent popped out a blade!"

"Oh!!! Weiniya actually caught the blade with her prosthetic palm and snapped it!!!"

Amid the increasingly fervent cheers of the spectators, Weiniya secured victory.

Then she reverted to Xiaoanchun's style, bowed, stepped down, and moved away smoothly.

"Teacher! I won!"

Weiniya ran to Zhang Jie's side, excitedly speaking, while Zhang Jie counted the money he had bet on her that she had won and handed it to her.

"Hmm, well done, here's the money you earned."

A big hand ruffled her silver hair; Weiniya looked at the man before her, and a warm current rose in her heart.

Kindness...

A kindness never felt in this world...

Greed...

Always wanting to get closer, unable to resist...

Like approaching a bonfire on a cold night...

"This child's combat talent is terrifyingly strong."

Unlike Weiniya's inner secret joy, Zhang Jie was pondering a scene from the ring.

He had seen it: Weiniya, who couldn't even exert force properly when sparring with him, unconsciously used everything she had in the ring.

Just a single method of exerting force, in this fight it was integrated and mastered, as if the sleeping beast instinct within her body unconsciously unleashed it.

"Good job, Weiniya, what would you like to eat for lunch?"

"Can… can I eat meat?"

"Sure."

Zhang Jie agreed, and inside he felt more confident about his idea of training Weiniya to kill Will in his place.

"Teacher… can I eat what you make?"

Xiaoanchun kept pushing her luck; it was obvious their thoughts were not on the same wavelength.

"After mastering the specialized training method for Weiniya, targeted training can officially begin: you will break down a set of boxing techniques into over seventy poses and teach them to Weiniya at a rate of four per day."

"And as long as Weiniya steps onto the ring and fights a match, her body can itself integrate and execute it unconsciously."

"The contrast between Xiaoanchun on and off the stage is so great you might suspect she has a split personality, yet you find nothing abnormal about her."

"Weiniya's popularity keeps rising, soon becoming the star fighter of the black boxing ring; she also earned enough from repeated bets to pay off her debts, turning into a rising new star."

"Time flows like water; in the blink of an eye five months have passed, and you notice Weiniya's personality seems to have changed—she appears increasingly confident and bold."

"To increase the difficulty of her training, you will assign her extra tasks in the ring; at first she was timid, but later she began shouting "It's just the teacher's assignments" and grew ever more eager to keep at it."

"Teacher, what task are you going to assign to Niya this time?"

"No punching allowed; only use the wandering body step to dodge until you tire out the opponent."

Zhang Jie set up an extremely absurd task, yet Weiniya showed no reluctance whatsoever.

"Mm-hmm, I'll follow your orders."

Watching the girl before him—her figure growing more delicate, her silver hair fluttering, humming to herself as she practiced boxing alone—Zhang Jie grew ever more satisfied.

Knock knock!

"May I ask if this is Mr. Zhang Jie?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

A gorgeous, charming woman knocked on the clinic's door, her clothing extremely revealing, her beautiful face making many men unable to look away.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Jie~"

"I'm the HR of the Pine Needle Club~"

"I've heard your prosthetic adjustment skills and medical skills are excellent..."

The woman, unabashed, sat on the sofa beside Zhang Jie and began introducing their club, her charm unintentionally turning toward him.

While Zhang Jie remained polite on the surface, inside he was rolling his eyes.

Now everyone in this underground boxing ring knows that the ring's second-in-command, Zhang Jie, has cultivated a gold-medal fighter who is extremely loyal, prompting many clubs to extend olive branches to him.

It's nothing more than realizing they can't poach Weiniya, so they came to tempt Zhang Jie—but he won't fall for it!

Bang!

Just as Zhang Jie was about to refuse the woman, a loud bang came from nearby.

Weiniya punched through the specially made sandbag with a single blow, startling the beautiful woman, who then realized Weiniya was glaring at her fiercely.

Seeing her fierce eyes, the beautiful woman seemed to understand something, shrank her neck, and hurriedly bade Zhang Jie farewell and ran off.

Weiniya kept staring at the beautiful woman, from the sofa to the doorway, until she noticed Zhang Jie looking at her again; her gaze then returned to innocence, and she tilted her head at him.

Watching her like that, Zhang Jie fell into contemplation.

He remembered that this guy wasn't like this half a year ago—where was my lovable little Xiaoanchun? Who turned this timid Xiaoanchun into this?

Hmm……

She must have grown familiar with me, and after so many bouts she's gained confidence.

Zhang Jie didn't think much of it, while Weiniya tidied the punched-through sandbag, stealing glances at him with her peripheral vision—clearly she had her own little thoughts.

Only the original Xiaoanchun knows: it's not her loyalty, but her own greed—greed for his kindness, greed for his boxing technique—that makes her push her luck.

Just as Xiaoanchun draws near, constantly releasing warm bonfires around it—though it has already been blessed, it still greedily craves more fire.

Yet the bonfire is not stingy at all, letting Xiaoanchun claim the fire as her own, until she is reborn in flames and becomes a gorgeous phoenix—only then does she realize that the bonfire beside her is actually the sun, and again she greedily seeks to monopolize it.

Seeing Zhang Jie lost in thought, Weiniya even wondered if he was thinking about that scantily clad woman just now, and she tightened her grip on the sandbag a little more.

Actually, Zhang Jie was just thinking about what to eat tonight.