Becoming a life winner from infancy

Chapter 227 The feeling of being let down by a woman

Meng Qing twisted her hair awkwardly, "It is... it's that, it's not because of sister! It's because... look, the fact that I can't beat you is true, isn't it?"

Fang You didn't respond directly to Meng Qing's words, but quietly took a sip of his soda, and then spoke calmly:

"I thought that after such a long period of special training, you might have made some progress, but if your determination is only to this extent, then I feel there is no need to continue with the special training..."

Fang You said and then stood up, ready to leave, when Meng Qing grabbed hold of his arm.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head, seeming to wrestle with her inner struggles, and Fang You didn't pull away. Instead, he watched her quietly, hoping she would muster the courage to speak her mind.

"Actually, at first, it was sister who dragged me to learn together."

"Sister's martial arts skills are very good, she is amazing, and the kids nearby all admire her. I admire sister as well, so when she taught me martial arts and said I also had talent, that's why I practiced martial arts with her."

"You see... I participated in this sport with an obligation, not because I liked it. So, I have always been confused about whether I truly like this sport or not."

"Even sister said back then that my eyes lacked the passion for martial arts, so I began to think that I indeed didn't like the sport that much, which is why I chose to give up later..."

"So, what are you trying to say? After all that, I still can't grasp the main point."

Fang You frowned and said, "Do you expect me, an eight-year-old kid, to comfort you, a 22-year-old big sister, saying 'It's okay, Meng Qing. You've tried your best. From now on, it all depends on me alone to save Jingji Children's Martial Arts Hall for you and your sister?' What makes you think you have the right to ask me to do that for you?"

"No, that's not what I mean, I am—"

"Then at least tell me your true thoughts."

Fang You lifted Meng Qing's chin, her gaze nervously shifting away.

"Look at me properly and say it."

"Tell me your genuine thoughts, don't hide anything from me."

"Only then can I decide whether or not to continue to help you."

"Otherwise, with that muddled look of yours right now, you won't be able to win the championship, nor do you deserve my guidance. You're just wasting my precious time."

Although he was only eight years old, at that moment Fang You stood tall while Meng Qing sat, forcing her to look up at the child who, despite his age, seemed towering and imposing like a father. Under his stern and decisive gaze, Meng Qing finally began to speak slowly:

"I..."

"I'm sorry, You You."

"There's something... I've been lying to you about from the start."

Meng Qing kept on bitterly complaining about her sister's aloofness and her parents' favoritism towards her sister, itemizing the injustices she had always faced and how hard it was to constantly clean up after her sister.

After venting her frustrations like a disgruntled wife, Meng Qing seemed to relax quite a bit, babbling on to Fang You before her eyelids grew heavier and she eventually fell asleep on the dining table.

Fang You pushed her a few times, but there was no response.

Well, might as well let her sleep.

Fang You smoothly signaled to a passing waiter and said:

"Waiter, the bill."

...

The waiter was examining the amount on the bill, "The total comes to 324.5 yuan, will it be WeChat or Alipay—uh... is your mother drunk? Kid."

Fang You frowned slightly, "What mother? Does she look like my mother to you?"

"I'm sorry... oh, so she's your sister, then? How would you like to pay?"

"I'll take care of it."

Fang You opened his Smart Watch and scanned the QR code to pay the bill.

Fang You then helped Meng Qing to the street; Meng Qing was now like a limp piece of mud lying on Fang You, supported only by her body's instinctive reactions and half carried by Fang You.

Fang You didn't know where Meng Qing's house was, and it wasn't appropriate to take her directly home. If his mother saw a drunken coach being carried home by her son, he would undoubtedly be forbidden from continuing his training at Jingji Martial Arts Hall.

Of course, a hotel was even less suitable. Fang You still had to go home to sleep, and it wouldn't be right to just leave his sister alone in a hotel.

That left only one option.

Fang You hailed a taxi and stuffed Meng Qing into it, then got in himself.

"Where to, kid?"

"Hello, Uncle, please take us to the area around Gumountain Sports Park."

"Going to the park this late? Is your mother... alright?"

"We live across from the park."

"Oh, got it..."

The taxi raced through the streets, bringing Fang You and Meng Qing close to Fang You's home, near the sports park.