"Teacher, I'm also a First Stage Martial Artist!"
"Why can she participate, but I can't?!"
Niannian's clear questioning voice suddenly sounded in the classroom, the teacher's face slightly changed on the spot.
This child …
How could she be so disobedient?
The reason why the teacher didn't allow Niannian to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament was out of good intentions.
He didn't think that this little girl would act like she ate the wrong medicine today, insisting on standing up to make him unable to back down.
"I'll say it again, this Martial Arts Tournament is held between the same grade. You're already in the sixth grade, so your opponents are at least two or three years older than you. Are you sure you want to participate?"
The teacher's face was a bit ugly.
But because of Niannian's usual performance, the teacher didn't care about her contradicting behavior, and once again emphasized the 'cruelty' of the Martial Arts Tournament.
He tried to persuade Niannian to give up this inexplicable idea.
After all …
Children can't be compared to adults, a two or three year age gap will directly cause the two sides to never be on the same level.
Professional boxing matches are divided into light weight and heavyweight weight, but this Martial Arts Tournament, because of the lack of experience, did not pay attention to the details.
As long as Niannian signed up for the tournament, it means that she may meet Zhao Yue, who is taller than her, heavier than her, and even have longer arms and legs than her.
Isn't this just looking for abuse?
The teacher really didn't want Niannian to participate, but this time Niannian was like a tortoise that ate a scale, determined to participate in the tournament.
"Teacher, I'm sure!"
Hearing Niannian's resolute answer, the teacher frowned and thought for a while, then finally agreed to her request.
"Okay, then I'll count you in."
The teacher thought that Niannian really had the strength of a First Stage Martial Artist.
But in fact …
Niannian didn't even go to a martial arts training class, where can she find a Martial Artist Qualification Certificate?
This little girl lied!
She learned how to lie!
And the reason why Niannian did this, on one hand, was because she really wanted to participate.
On the other hand, it was entirely because of Zhao Yue.
Just like how Zhao Yue was unhappy with her, Niannian had been unhappy with Zhao Yue for a long time.
In Niannian's eyes, Li Tangyue was a kind and pitiful girl.
She was just a little fatter. Did she get in anyone's way?
Why did she have to be bullied every day?
Although the whole class was ostracizing Li Tangyue, after Niannian's observation during this period of time, she found that there were only a few people who were taking the lead.
One of them was Zhao Yue.
What was even more infuriating was that Zhao Yue's bullying methods were much better than Skinny Monkey's.
At most, Skinny Monkey would take the lead to kick up a fuss. He didn't really hate Li Tangyue.
However, Zhao Yue didn't know what was going on. It was as if Li Tangyue's existence would lower her beauty, so she spent all day thinking of ways to target Li Tangyue.
Even if she unintentionally passed by Li Tangyue, Zhao Yue would unintentionally leave behind one or two sarcastic words to hurt Li Tangyue's fragile heart.
As the saying goes — —
Hurtful words were like sharp knives. The person who said it was calm and indifferent, but the person who heard it was covered in cuts and bruises.
In school, this kind of sharp-tongued girl was the most difficult to deal with.
It was fine if she called out her name, but she didn't do that. There were a few times when Niannian was on the verge of exploding, but in the end, she forced herself to hold it in.
There was no other way. She really couldn't find anything that could be used against Zhao Yue, so she couldn't stand up for Li Tangyue.
Looking at Li Tangyue's increasingly depressed mental state …
Niannian felt that she needed to properly vent her anger for her!
… …
"Zhao Yue, Chen Nian, who else in our class is a first stage warrior?"
"Wang Xiaohu, you too?"
"Okay, then the three of you will go together …"
Zhao Yue and Niannian were both girls, so the teacher looked left and right. In the end, he chose the strongest boy among the children who raised their hands.
After the class teachers submitted their class's contestants, the school quickly came up with a decent competition schedule.
To be honest, the enthusiasm of the children was a bit out of the principal's expectations.
He originally thought that there wouldn't be enough participants for this competition, but the result was completely different from what he imagined.
If it weren't for the teachers who noticed that something was wrong and promptly asked the principal to limit the number of participants, the number of people who signed up would have increased by several times.
"Okay, all the teachers of each class have received the competition schedule, right?"
"I now announce that the first martial arts competition of the Capital Affiliated Primary School …"
"Officially begin!"
"Referees, please take your positions!"
Following the principal's order, a dozen or so temporary martial arts instructors took on the role of referees for this martial arts competition.
Because of their age, children under the third grade didn't need to compete.
They only needed to perform a complete set of Arhat Fists, and the referees would score them based on their performance. The one with the highest score would be the champion.
This kind of competition naturally wasn't worth watching.
Therefore, when the fourth grade students went on stage, the atmosphere was instantly pushed to the peak.
The school found a lot of gymnastics mats and neatly spread them on the field, suddenly turning the field into a huge open-air arena.
The small players wore full protective suits and were eager to try. Under the leadership of the teachers in charge of their classes, they were madly cheering for them.
From the Colosseum of Rome two thousand years ago to the boxing ring now …
Fighting had always been the most exciting competition for the audience.
Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere, these eight or nine year old children showed a kind of fanatical ferocity as soon as they went on stage.
As soon as the referee blew the whistle, the two sides would immediately pounce on each other and use their ancestral Tortoise Fists.
After two or three moves, the two would hug each other and roll around on the mats.
This was a fight between children.
As for things like Arhat Fists, moves, and so on …
Sorry, these all didn't exist.
Anyway, everyone was wearing protective suits, and the fists didn't hurt, so there was only one way to determine the winner, and that was …
Either you press me to the ground and can't get up, or I press you to the ground and can't get up.
It was supposed to be a martial arts competition, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a wrestling competition.
Looking at the child's red face and the adorable look of wanting to fall down, the teachers could finally put down their worried hearts.
It turned out that they were overthinking.
These children all had small arms and legs, so how could they perform any decent martial arts moves?
If someone could perform a set of Tortoise Fists smoothly, they would probably be able to take home the championship trophy …
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