My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

Yu Muchen, who is almost eight years old, has already surpassed the mental capacity and abilities of children his age.

At this time, he was already a sixth-grade student, and had become a senior student who was even higher than Lu Shulang.

Everyone thought he would skip a grade and go straight to junior high, ending his boring elementary school life early. But only Yu Muchen knew that he deliberately stopped here, willingly slowing down his pace of growth.

He was waiting for only one person—Le Bao.

He wanted to stay in Le Bao's school and peacefully accompany her through her last year of elementary school.

He missed Le Bao's kindergarten graduation ceremony, which became a regret in his heart.

He had just returned from Europe and, upon learning that Le Bao was at the boxing gym, rushed over without a moment's rest.

The dojo was filled with the noise of people, children's laughter, and coaches' commands, creating an exceptionally chaotic atmosphere.

But as soon as Yu Muchen stepped into the venue, he immediately spotted the chubby little figure stumbling around on the soft mat ring.

He stood quietly at the back of the crowd, his figure slender and upright, his eyes cold and aloof, exuding a gloomy aura that kept strangers at bay, making him stand out from the lively surroundings.

A pair of deep, dark eyes were fixed on Le Bao on the stage, unblinking, with a calm gaze.

He watched quietly as little Le Bao mustered his courage to charge forward time and time again, only to be repeatedly and brutally knocked to the ground by his tall opponent.

The thick, soft cushions alleviated some of the pain, but couldn't stop the impact of each fall.

But the chubby boy, who was always spoiled, loved to whine, and was afraid of pain, didn't cry or back down at all.

Supporting himself on the ground, he stubbornly got up again and again, clenched his little fists, and charged towards his opponent, who was far inferior to him.

Everyone around her felt sorry for Le Bao and discussed the unfairness of the competition, but Yu Muchen understood her.

She seems soft, greedy, and spoiled, and can be quite unreasonable at times.

Deep down, she possesses the most stubborn and passionate tenacity. She refuses to back down or admit defeat, and even when she knows she is no match, she will never give up easily.

So he endured it, watching her fall and get up again and again.

His ability to remain silent and watchful does not mean he is indifferent, nor does it mean he can tolerate others bullying her at will.

His childhood was an endless, dark abyss.

He was trapped by autism in his childhood, becoming taciturn and withdrawn.

Isolated from the warmth and kindness of the whole world, living in their own lonely and cold little world.

It was Le Bao, like a small sun that suddenly burst into the darkness, who pulled him back from the endless gloom when he was stuck in the mud and on the verge of despair.

It was the innocent and naive Le Bao who, with the purest kindness and the most straightforward favoritism, gradually warmed his frozen world.

It was also because of Le Bao's appearance and his fortunate turn of events that his mother, who had been in a coma, was able to wake up and be reborn.

It was Le Bao who completely cured his autism, which had plagued him for many years, pulled him out of the abyss of loneliness, and allowed him to see the warmth of humanity and the light of the world.

To the world, Le Bao is just a cute, mischievous, gluttonous, and playful chubby girl.

For Yu Muchen, Le Bao is salvation, favoritism, the only light in his gloomy life, and a little sun that illuminates his entire life.

From the moment that tiny little person insisted on taking him home, his life underwent a dramatic transformation.

He can watch Le Bao fall down, get up on her own, and grow on her own; that is her courage and transformation.

But outsiders must never bully her or let her suffer the slightest grievance.

As the thought crossed his mind, the last trace of gentleness in Yu Muchen's eyes faded, replaced by a faint chill and sharpness.

He stepped forward, weaving through the crowd, and walked steadily toward the front of the arena. His aura was cool and aloof, and his small body carried an overwhelming sense of dominance.

The taekwondo coach, who was watching the competition from the sidelines and ready to stop the match at any moment, noticed the unfamiliar little boy who suddenly approached.

The child looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, with a slender build, cold eyes, and a calm demeanor that belied his age.

The coach instinctively stepped forward to stop him, his tone hesitant and cautious:

"Little friend, you're not a student at our gym, are you? There's a competition going on here, you can't just go up on stage."

If someone who is not a student of this institution rashly goes to the arena to spar, and a collision or injury occurs, the responsibility will be impossible to determine, and he cannot bear that risk.

Yu Muchen raised his eyes, his dark pupils sweeping lightly over the coach. His tone was calm and even, devoid of any childish naiveté; each word was clear and resolute.

"No. But this boxing gym is mine."

A short sentence, spoken lightly, left everyone present stunned.

The coach was stunned on the spot, his pupils dilated slightly, and his face was full of disbelief.

Isn't this his brother-in-law's boxing gym? How did it become this kid's?

He subconsciously thought it was just a child bragging and wanted to say something more.

Yu Muchen was too lazy to explain further. With an indifferent expression, he took out his personal cell phone from his pocket, made a call, and handed it to the coach.

The coach was completely speechless upon hearing the voice from the other end of the phone. He instantly suppressed all his doubts and dared not offer any further obstruction.

Yu Muchen put away his phone, his expression cool and aloof, and spoke calmly, his voice steady yet resolute:

"I'll have a match with him. Don't worry, I'll go easy on him."

Upon hearing this, the coach was filled with mixed emotions and smiled bitterly to himself.

Little boss, I'm not worried that you'll hurt someone by hitting them too hard; I'm genuinely worried that you, little one, will get hurt by the other party!

The boy on the stage was older, stronger, and more robust, a stark contrast to the slender and thin Yu Muchen in front of him; they were not even in the same league.

In the coach's eyes, this was not a friendly competition at all, but a one-sided crushing defeat.

But he didn't dare to argue. After asking the boy on stage for his opinion, he made way for the two of them.

Yu Muchen turned around, calmly accepted the martial arts uniform handed to him by the staff, and changed his clothes in a neat and orderly manner.

The entire set of movements was steady and elegant, with an upright and proper posture, without any childish impetuosity or restlessness, but exuding a calm and composed aura.

He slowly stepped onto the soft mat ring, stood firmly with his posture straight, and coldly looked at the boy opposite him who had just won the match.

A new round of competition has officially begun.

At first, the older boy opposite him didn't take Yu Muchen, who was much shorter and thinner than him, seriously at all.

He stood casually and acted nonchalantly, not taking the competition seriously at all, treating it as just a child's whim.

But after only a few rounds, the boy's disdain completely disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of strain and panic.

He suddenly realized that the seemingly thin little boy in front of him had far superior explosive power, reaction speed, and offensive and defensive skills compared to himself.

Yu Muchen's movements were clean, crisp, precise, and ruthless. Every block, dodge, and attack was perfectly timed, without a single superfluous movement.

The seemingly light moves contain immense power, pressing forward relentlessly and creating a strong sense of oppression.

The boy tried his best to attack, defend, and dodge, but gradually he couldn't keep up with the pace. His breathing became more and more rapid, his hands and feet became more and more flustered, and he was defeated step by step and completely fell into a disadvantageous position.

He was both shocked and panicked, completely baffled as to how such a young child could possess such formidable strength.

Just as the boy's mind wandered and his moves became chaotic, Yu Muchen's eyes narrowed, he found an opening, and with precise force, delivered a clean side kick, the power restrained yet perfectly accurate.

With a "bang".

The boy, who had completely lost his balance, was kicked and staggered backward, falling heavily onto the soft mat of the ring.

Once, twice, three times...

Yu Muchen's sense of proportion was extremely precise.

Not a single move more, not a single style less; every strike replicated the number of times Le Bao had been knocked down, exactly the same, without the slightest error.

He wouldn't seriously injure the other party, but he would use the fairest method to avenge all the grievances suffered by the stubborn and unyielding little sun who had just fallen time and time again.

After falling to the ground several times, the boy finally realized what had happened, his face filled with embarrassment and sudden realization.

What kind of child is this, having a competition on a whim?

This aloof and cunning little boy came on stage specifically to avenge the chubby girl he had just crushed!

The wind on the stage gently ruffled the boy's clothes. Yu Muchen stood quietly in the center of the stage, his posture upright and aloof, his gaze tender as he looked at Le Bao, who was standing obediently below the stage.

Others only see his overwhelming power and ruthlessness in crushing his opponents, but only he knows that all his sharpness, all his strength, and all his obsession are only for protecting that one ray of light that illuminates his entire life.

(P.S.: Please don't get too emotionally involved. At this point, they are both just children. For Yu Muchen, Le Bao is his salvation. It's not about feelings right now; the child is too young. They can talk about relationships when they grow up.)