Chapter 5: Primary School Chapter (4)

Speaking of Jin Jiajia, from the first day she met me, she had a grudge against me. Every time we played together after that, she always had to hmph at me twice to show her stance.

She’s a little elf—even her tsundere attitude looks cute.

As a face-con, I always have thiiiiis much extra tolerance for pretty children.

And later I also figured it out—Jiajia really loves her sister Xianxian, and she has a bit of possessiveness about her. Whenever she sees Xianxian being close with me, she gets a little jealous. It’s actually kind of adorable.

I also felt reassured about Jin Xianxian’s life after finding her biological parents. From the way the two sisters got along, it was clear that both families had handled the matter well.

As long as it wasn’t a dog-blood drama, that was fine. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Jiajia’s attitude toward me changed in our fifth-grade year.

Although we went to different schools, we were in the same city, so we still ran into each other at competitions and such.

I was on our school’s math olympiad team. At the city-level competition, I ran into Jin Jiajia, who had come to compete too.

Before the exam, I went to look for her to say hi, but couldn’t find her. The supervising teacher said she might have gone to the restroom.

I figured I needed to go to the restroom before the exam anyway, so I might as well look for her on the way.

But I never expected to see her being bullied on the way.

The one bullying her was a tall, big-framed boy.

Some fifth-graders had already started developing, and this one already looked intimidating in size. Jin Jiajia had been frail and sickly since childhood—the size contrast was simply brutal.

This brat threw Jin Jiajia’s exam admission ticket into the mud and kept calling her “little turtledove,” telling her not to take up a competition spot and to withdraw early.

I understood—this kid had heard gossip from somewhere, learned about the Jin family’s baby-switching incident, and was using “the turtledove occupying the magpie’s nest” to mock Jin Jiajia, even deluding himself into bullying her into withdrawing from the competition.

Seeing this brat’s pig trotter about to hit our little elf, I charged over and kicked him right in his weak spot!

I shielded Jin Jiajia behind me and stared down this brat.

He glared at me viciously, called me a busybody, and threw a punch at me!

Thank you, Mom!

When all my classmates were convinced I would differentiate into an Alpha, only my parents still firmly believed that their delicate, cute little me would differentiate into a Beta or Omega. So they always worried I’d be bullied in the future and had taken me to learn military-style boxing from a very young age.

My military boxing master was also a shameless scoundrel. He taught me a lot of dirty tricks and self-righteously said that with a physique like mine, I shouldn’t clash head-on with people—this was exactly how I should learn!

Thank you, Master!

My small frame actually didn’t come off worse fighting this burly kid.

It looked like I was more badly off because my injuries were all on my face, while this guy’s injuries were in hidden places.

Before long—whether he couldn’t take it anymore or too many people were watching—he slunk away.

I turned to look at Jin Jiajia, who was frozen in shock by the wall, and asked her: “This isn’t the first time he’s bullied you, is it? Why didn’t you tell your parents or teachers?”

Jin Jiajia looked at me with red eyes, tears falling as if they cost nothing: “I didn’t want Mom and Dad to hate me… didn’t want Sister to hate me…”

Her words were illogical, but I understood the unease in them.

Maybe because Jin Jiajia was naturally sensitive, she had probably never felt secure all these years.

I pulled out the handkerchief she always carried from her pocket and wiped her face, saying: “How could they? They like you so much. If they find out you’re being bullied and didn’t tell them, that’s what would make them angry. Just wait—you’re going to get scolded when you go back.”

Jin Jiajia sobbed and didn’t say anything.

I put the handkerchief back in her pocket and, with my face beaten black and blue, dragged Jin Jiajia off to report it.

Our teacher doted on me especially. Seeing me in this state and hearing the whole story, she was so angry she kept pounding her chest. She took us to Jin Jiajia’s school’s supervising teacher to demand an explanation.

Jin Jiajia’s school had only just learned that such terrible campus violence was happening on their team. They were furious too, and on the spot revoked the brat’s competition eligibility and gave him a demerit.

Our teacher asked me with concern whether I could still take the exam.

Not only could I take it, but Jin Jiajia and I swept the first and second prizes of this city-level competition.

That same day, I told the Jin family the whole truth without hiding anything. Jin’s parents were both angry and heartbroken. Jin Xianxian even found another opportunity with me to secretly beat up the brat again.

This kid’s family name was Wang. In Jin’s parents’ eyes, the Wang kid being so horrible definitely meant his elders had never spat anything good from their mouths either. From then on, they became enemies with the Wang family.

The Wang family’s influence was about equal to the Jin family’s, but there was also the Xie family—my god-dad Xie still had some use at a time like this.

With pressure from both the Jin and Xie families, the Wang kid eventually had to change his name and transfer schools.

In the following years, the Wang family’s development got worse and worse, until there was no more Wang to be found.

” When the weather turns cold, the Wang family breaks”—ah!

This kind of plot is still pretty satisfying sometimes.

Wait—my thoughts suddenly diverged: Could it be that Jin Jiajia originally had some old-school abusive romance script?

The tragic, delicate little white flower and the school bully…

No, no, I’m overthinking it. I quickly shook my head to fling away this strange thought.

The aftereffect of this incident was that when I returned to school that day with my black-and-blue face, within just a few hours, the story of me heroically saving a beauty and being super A spread throughout the school. It later even evolved into me taking on eighteen arhats single-handedly.

And what I didn’t expect was that I also became famous at Jin Xianxian and Jin Jiajia’s school.

Little Xie gave me real-time updates on the legends about me in their school’s forum posts, complete with a few sarcastic thumbs-up emojis.

Sigh, this kid gets less cute the more he grows.

The Jin and Xie families also realized the importance of self-defense and self-rescue knowledge.

My shameless scoundrel of a master gained three more disciples, and I gained three more junior martial siblings. Not bad, not bad.