I was born and listened to my neighbor's older sister talk about her family of origin.

"Bang!"

Jiang Ye slammed his back onto the floor mat, kicking up tiny specks of dust.

Ji Xiaoxiao straddled his waist, her arms tightly locking Jiang Ye's wrists, panting as she declared victory.

"Do you accept it or not?"

Jiang Ye stared at the large fan on the ceiling and said irritably.

"I give up, get off me, I'm so heavy."

"You're the heavier one, mine's all muscle!"

Ji Xiaoxiao protested in a sweet voice, but still quickly got up and pulled Jiang Ye up with her.

Ji Yue, standing at the front, whistled and announced to everyone, "The competition is over. Ten-minute break!"

He then approached the two of them, looked at Jiang Ye, and gave his evaluation.

"His physical condition is too poor."

"Your core strength is insufficient, and your lower body is unstable. If Xiaoxiao's move just now were in a real fight, your arm would have been dislocated."

Jiang Ye unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp of water to calm his breathing.

He knew Ji Yue was right.

The ten-year-old's body, coupled with a lack of regular exercise, meant he was no match for Ji Xiaoxiao, who had been training since childhood.

"But you're smart."

Ji Yue changed the subject, his gaze revealing a hint of appreciation.

"You know you can't win in terms of strength. You just tried to reduce the force three times. The direction was right, but the point of force application was wrong."

"Watch carefully as we practice the moves later. I'll give you some extra help later so you can catch up."

Jiang Ye quickly shook his head.

"No, no, no, Uncle Ji, let's take it slow, let's take it slow!"

Ji Xiaoxiao, dissatisfied, whispered in Jiang Ye's ear:

"Dad is the martial arts champion of our province. So many people beg him to give them private lessons, and you still refuse?"

Ji Yue then pulled out his trump card: "Don't you want to defeat Xiaoxiao?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye immediately snapped to attention, his eyes instantly hardening.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Uncle Ji."

Ji Xiaoxiao: "..."

She immediately stood up, covered her right eye, and sneered at Jiang Ye: "Jiang Xiaoye, so that's what you're thinking. Very well, I accept your challenge!"

Jiang Ye: "..."

He turned away in silence, not wanting to talk to this immature girl.

After a period of time, Ji Yue took turns teaching and correcting all the children individually, and finally it was Jiang Ye's turn.

He stood in the center of the mat with his feet apart.

"Watch closely, martial arts isn't just for show, it's a way to kill... cough, it's a life-saving technique. Since you're weak, you need to learn how to turn other people's strength into your own."

Ji Yue slowed down his movements and demonstrated a simple defensive counter-attack.

"Use your waist to lead the arms, rather than simply using the strength of your shoulders."

"Try hitting me."

Jiang Ye stood in front of him and, without hesitation, threw a punch.

Ji Yue turned to the side, raised his hand to block, and then grabbed Jiang Ye's wrist and pressed it down.

Jiang Ye instantly lost his balance and fell forward.

"Remember this feeling."

Ji Yue released his grip.

"Again."

Jiang Ye got up, slowed his breathing, and closed his eyes to recall the trajectory of his movements just now.

A moment later, he threw a punch, which was blocked, causing him to lose his balance.

The first two times, Jiang Ye fell and was completely disoriented.

The third time, Jiang Ye threw a punch halfway, then suddenly stopped, twisted his waist sharply, and used the force of Ji Yue's block to slide his body to Ji Yue's side like an eel, then thrust his right elbow into Ji Yue's waist.

"Snapped!"

Ji Yue reached out and caught the elbow strike. It wasn't very powerful, but the placement was extremely precise.

The venue fell silent for a moment.

Ji Xiaoxiao, who was watching, gaped open.

Zhou Jie, who was standing next to him, almost had his eyes pop out.

Wow...that's amazing.

They've been training for so long, and they still can't even touch Coach Ji's clothes!

A hint of surprise flashed in Ji Yue's eyes.

This kid's comprehension is terrifying.

What would normally take a child ten days to half a month to master is leveraging external force, he grasped the basics in just half an hour.

"good."

Ji Yue nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Next, I'll teach you how to generate power."

For the next hour, Jiang Ye was immersed in Ji Yue's high-intensity training.

He kept falling down, and kept getting up.

The martial arts uniform was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.

He was severely exhausted, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

To be honest, although it was tiring, this was an experience he had never had before.

This feeling of real, tangible progress is... pretty satisfying.

Cheers erupted from the Kyokushin Martial Arts Hall.

The other children had lost interest in training and were all gathered around watching Jiang Ye's progress.

Ji Xiaoxiao bit her lip, a sense of crisis welling up inside her.

She's been training hard for two and a half years. Is she really going to be caught up by this guy in just one month?

No, we have to do extra practice tomorrow!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

As evening approached, the training finally came to an end.

"gather!"

Ji Yue blew his whistle.

The team was reorganized.

Ji Yue announced the end of get out of class, and the children scattered in a flurry.

Jiang Ye plopped down on the floor mat, not wanting to move a single finger.

My bones felt like they were falling apart, and my muscles were so sore they were trembling.

Ji Xiaoxiao came closer, and somehow a pink-cased digital camera appeared in her hand.

Chen Mei bought it specifically to record her daughter's daily martial arts training. It just so happened to be in Ji Yue's bag today, and she took it out.

"Ah Ye, smile!"

Ji Xiaoxiao's face was flushed. She grabbed Jiang Ye's neck and turned his face toward the camera.

Jiang Ye was so tired that his eyes rolled back and his mouth twitched.

"Click."

The image freezes.

Ji Xiaoxiao was covered in sweat but smiled brightly, making a peace sign.

Jiang Ye looked utterly dejected, his white martial arts uniform covered in dust, and his hair plastered messily to his forehead.

"Ah Ye, you're so ugly!"

Ji Xiaoxiao glanced at the screen, burst into laughter, and then contentedly stuffed the camera into her bag.

"I'll develop this photo tomorrow and put it by my bedside so I can admire it every day!"

Jiang Ye rolled his eyes.

This is an attempt to forever brand him with shame.

Ji Xiaoxiao, you truly lived up to your reputation!

No wonder Jiang Ye was completely unaware that Ji Xiaoxiao had a crush on him in his previous life.

With a move like that, no one would have guessed it.

At only ten years old, Ji Xiaoxiao already possessed the physique of a demon orb and had a personality like a boy. Jiang Ye must be crazy to think that this girl liked him.

Even now, Jiang Ye isn't sure if the system is mentally challenged, which is why it came to that conclusion.