Teacher by day, Farmer by passion-Chapter 47: A daily Rivalry.

After bidding farewell to her master, Liu Mei stepped into the crowded room.

The space was packed with kids seemingly older than her, some so tall she had to tilt her head just to see their faces.

"I wonder where my junior brother is," she thought, scanning the room before quietly taking a seat.

The preparation room itself was rather plain—just a vast hall filled with a few hundred chairs. Yet, the atmosphere was anything but calm.

Groups had already formed, some kids gathering in tight circles, making it difficult for others to move around.

Even before the selection process had begun, scuffles were already breaking out.

"Iron Claw, are you seriously doing this?"

"Hahaha! You were the one who came over here flaunting your family’s name!"

Liu Mei’s gaze flickered toward the commotion. A burly youth stood with one foot on a chair, looking down at another boy sprawled on the ground.

The defeated boy had clearly taken a beating, though judging by his stubborn expression, it didn’t seem like he’d had enough yet.

Liu Mei leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, watching with mild amusement.

As Liu Mei watched the ongoing drama with gleeful excitement, someone abruptly kicked her chair.

Her reaction was instant—without a second thought, she spun around and slammed the chair into the head of the person who kicked the chair.

"What the fuck?! Young Master, are you alright?!"

The two boys flanking the unfortunate victim looked utterly stunned by the turn of events.

But Liu Mei wasn’t done. She had been enjoying an exciting spectacle, only to be rudely interrupted.

She was immensely annoyed right now, she glared down at the boy she had just struck.

"Hey, you—male monkey."

"What?!" The boy, now thoroughly offended, shot up from the ground.

"Yeah, you. Male monkey who doesn’t know what’s good for him."

"Tsk! You dare—!"

"How dare you speak like that to Young Master Icehart?!" one of his lackeys finally snapped.

The other boy, eyes wide, stared at Liu Mei as if she were already a dead girl walking.

Liu Mei sneered. "You can’t even lay a scratch on me, while I can beat the living daylight out of you."

The three boys blinked in confusion. What did she mean by that?

By now, the commotion had drawn a crowd, curious onlookers whispering amongst themselves.

Icehart felt the weight of their stares, his pride taking a hit. He couldn’t just let this slide.

"Boys," he growled, "let’s show this girl why men are always superior!"

With that, all three lunged at her at once.

The moment Icehart and his lackeys lunged at Liu Mei, the air in the preparation room tensed.

Some of the gathered kids whispered among themselves, their voices filled with anticipation, while others smirked, already expecting to see the arrogant girl get beaten down.

After all, how could one girl possibly take on three boys at once?

But the moment their fists and kicks shot toward her, Liu Mei moved—gracefully, fluidly, like water slipping through the gaps in a broken cup.

Icehart’s punch came straight for her face, but with a simple tilt of her head, it sailed past her, causing him to stumble forward.

His lackey on the left tried to grab her from behind, only to clutch empty air as she crouched low at the last second.

The other goon, clearly not the smartest of the trio, had already committed to a wild kick—and unfortunately for him, his foot connected straight with Icehart’s stomach.

"You idiot!" Icehart coughed, staggering back.

"S-Sorry, Young Master!"

But they didn’t get time to regroup because Liu Mei was already on the move.

"Hey, monkey," she called casually, her voice filled with mockery as she slipped behind Icehart and lightly tapped the back of his knee with her foot.

He instantly dropped into an awkward squat.

"Wha—?" Icehart barely had time to react before Liu Mei’s palm smacked the back of his head, making him jolt forward.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Icehart face turned red with fury, he roared, "Attack her together! Don’t hold back!"

The two lackeys charged at her in unison, fists swinging wildly, but Liu Mei merely side-stepped at the last second.

The two boys crashed into each other with a painful thud, groaning as they slumped to the ground.

"Tsk, tsk," Liu Mei sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. "If you’re going to fight, at least have some coordination."

Icehart, now fuming, launched himself at her again. This time, he was faster, more determined. His fist tore through the air like a hammer—only to meet nothing.

Liu Mei wasn’t there anymore.

Before he could process what had happened, a sharp pain bloomed on his forehead.

Smack!

"What the—" Icehart stumbled back, clutching his forehead.

Liu Mei grinned, twirling her palm. "I call that the ’monkey slap.’ Effective, no?"

"You little—!"

Icehart swung again, putting all his strength into the attack. But Liu Mei effortlessly dodged, watching as his punch sailed straight toward one of his lackeys—again.

"Not agai—ARGH!" The lackey went tumbling back, groaning in pain.

Liu Mei leaned forward, hands on her hips. "Wow, Icehart. Are you sure you’re not on my side? You’ve done more damage to your own team than I have!"

The crowd howled with laughter, some clutching their stomachs, others wiping tears from their eyes.

Icehart, panting heavily, looked like he was about to explode. His face was so red it was unclear if it was from exhaustion or embarrassment.

His only remaining lackey hesitated, clearly regretting all his life choices leading up to this moment.

But Liu Mei wasn’t done.

"Alright, let’s wrap this up," she said casually.

With a sudden burst of speed, she stepped forward, easily dodging Icehart’s desperate final punch.

In one swift motion, she tripped him by hooking her foot behind his ankle, sending him crashing onto his back with a loud thud.

The room went dead silent for a moment.

Then—cheers erupted.

"She destroyed him!"

"That was hilarious!"

"Icehart got played, HAHAHA!"

Liu Mei dusted off her hands, looking down at Icehart with a smug grin. "That was fun, monkey. Let’s do it again sometime."

Icehart lay sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain. Gritting his teeth, he gestured for his last remaining follower to come closer.

Leaning in, the lackey listened intently as Icehart whispered something into his ear.

The boy nodded without hesitation and immediately rushed off.

Still clutching his aching body, Icehart muttered under his breath, his eyes burning with resentment. "Don’t think you’re safe."

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