He Miao participated in a martial arts competition for the first time.

It’s not the kind of sparring in the ring, but everyone goes on stage and performs a complete set of boxing skills to see who has the most standardized and smooth movements, and the most beautiful punches.

He Xiaoran adjusted He Miao's clothes, carefully took off the big helmet on her head, tied her long silver hair into a high ponytail, patted her little face, "What did you just do?"

After the boxing performance, there will be a big red envelope!"

He Miao is on the verge of collapse, and the life around him is noisy. He is so scared!

but!

My sister said there is a red envelope!

Ahead of the preliminary round, someone was already calling He Miao's name.

He Xiaoran encouraged her, "Come on Miao Miao, my sister loves you the most!"

He Miao swayed, swaying left and right towards the middle of the open space. He Xiaoran took out a big red envelope from his arms and waved it in front of her eyes, "Go quickly!"

He Miao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned around and ran toward the center.

She is too eye-catching.

Standing in the open space in the middle, the whole person is like a silver luminous body, attracting everyone's attention.

Except for her skin, which is as bloody as snow, all her other physical features are that of a beautiful girl. From her body proportions to her facial features, everything is perfect to the extreme.

The clothes on her body were light-colored, which not only diluted her snow-white skin, but also made her whole body glow with a silvery color. Hidden in her dark red eyes, she looked like a vampire clan that haunted late at night, making her whole body

All covered with a veil of mystery.

She stood in the middle of the stage, the music sounded, and along with the rhythm of the first note, He Miao performed a set of red fists that were beautiful and standard enough to be used as a textbook. From the start to the end, the whole set of boxing skills could be said to be perfect.

The movements are crisp and smooth, the rhythm is slow and moderate, and the punches are crisp and clean.

After a set of boxing skills, He Miao performed the last fist-holding ceremony and fell down in the middle of the field. He Xiaoran calmly stepped forward and carried him off the field.

Audience: "..."

He Miao put on a big helmet. After a while, He Miao recovered. He Xiaoran put a plastic bag on the big helmet again. He Miao could finally speak: "Sister, red, red..."

He Xiaoran reached out and handed her a red envelope stuffed with one dollar. He Miao reached out and took it out. When she saw that there was only one dollar, she was unhappy: "Too little!"

He Xiaoran was pleasantly surprised, he knew it was too little. He Miao had made progress, he knew he recognized the money, he knew it was too little!

She calmly took out another red envelope, and He Miao angrily took out a dollar from the other red envelope, stuffed it into a red envelope, and stuffed it into the big helmet as hard as he could.

He Xiaoran took out a tissue, breathed on the helmet, and wiped it hard. He Miao felt that his sister loved him the most.

He Miao won the championship in one fell swoop. For people in this competition, it was like she appeared out of nowhere. She had never appeared in other competitions before.

After all, if such an obvious feature appeared, it would definitely leave a deep impression on people. The key is, if she started learning martial arts very early at her age, she would have at least participated in municipal or provincial competitions, right?

The result was nothing. There was a survey item on the registration form, asking what competitions he had participated in before and what awards he had won. He Miao's column said "None".

How could it not be surprising that a little girl with no competition experience performed so perfectly in her first competition?

Wearing a big helmet and holding a plastic bag, He Miao waddled between the third and runner-up places and went to the podium to receive the award.

The little red envelope was too small and too thin, and slipped out from the gap in the big helmet. She quickly stuffed it back and closed the helmet tightly. The camera lens completely recorded this newly minted martial arts champion, trying her best to find her.

action logic.

No logic!

This is a champion who wears a weird big helmet and has to wear a plastic bag outside the helmet. Apart from that, she doesn't communicate with anyone and only talks to her sister who is accompanying her in the competition.

This champion is a bit strange!

A month later, He Miao participated in another competition.

In the second half of his sophomore year in high school, He Xiaoran took He Miao to participate in seven competitions and won seven championships. He became famous in the martial arts world. Many media reporters wanted to interview him, but no one succeeded.

Later, the sister who accompanied the competition told reporters that He Miao was still young, underage, and still in her second year of high school, so she would not accept interviews.

"Sister, how long will it take for He Miao to participate in the competition before she can go to college?" She He asked while biting the tip of her pen.

He Xiaoran said: "I don't know, anyway, the more trophies, the better. The more awards, the bigger the awards, the more attention it will attract. Someone already wanted her to join the Wushu Association, but I didn't agree. Why would she join?

I don’t know how to communicate with others.”

When he nodded, "It's summer vacation, I think we need to train He Miao to live in a group, otherwise, she really goes to college, and she won't be able to integrate into campus life in her current state!"

After entering college, they will definitely not be majoring in the same major. She will not be able to accompany He Miao. What will happen to her college life then?

When do you feel the need to exercise in advance?

He Xiaoran nodded: "I'll ask later where I can train children to be independent."

When I thought about it, "I'll think of a way too!"

When school was over that day, I took He Miao to find her brother-in-law's car to pick them up. It turned out that it was the rush hour after school, so I couldn't find the car, but there was a huge crowd of people.

The plastic bag on He Miao's helmet was blown away by the north wind, and He Miao was immediately shaken.

When I rushed to pick up the plastic bag, a gust of wind blew over and the plastic bag flew up. When I couldn't reach it, it was grabbed by a hand.

When did he raise his head: "Mr. Li, why are you here?"

Li Rong grabbed the plastic bag and watched the big helmet behind her fall down. Just when he was about to remind him, he turned around and grabbed He Miao. When her body almost touched the ground, she let He Miao lie down.

On the ground, she couldn't carry He Miao, so she could only let her lie down gently.

She took a plastic bag and put it on He Miao's head, and opened a slit in her helmet.

The parents around were a little shocked. They were used to seeing guards at the school gate, and the big helmet fell over every two days. It would be fine after a while, and they were no longer afraid.

He Miao got up and swung the plastic bag from side to side. Then she spoke to Li Rong: "Mr. Li is here to pick someone up?"

Li Rong nodded: "I'll bring something for my aunt's children."

This school is considered one of the three best schools in Nancheng. How did He Miao qualify to enter this school? Of course she is not qualified to enter such a good school, but she has a sister who is very good at negotiating conditions. He Miao

It was He Xiaoran who was thrown into the school.
Chapter completed!