Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled
Chapter 194: Chapter 162: The Only Martial Skill in the World is Spending Money_2

Chen Pingsheng always felt that these rural kids couldn't match up to her.

Chen Pingsheng scoffed, "spoiled brat" was really losing touch with reality.

Fine, let her see the true strength of a mischievous village kid.

"Alright, other things your dad won't support, but he has to support this one. If you end up crying, don't blame me for not warning you."

"Dad, do you think I've been practicing Praying Mantis Fist all these years for nothing?"

Chen An'an was confident; she even took out her hundred thousand in pocket money.

Step on the stage and there's a prize.

Setting up a stage, piece of cake.

An entire morning was all it took, Chen Pingsheng didn't have anything else to do, so he called on Chen Bufan and others to help.

It was done by the end of the morning.

Chen An'an specifically wore her yellow practice uniform.

She was imitating Bruce Lee.

Standing on that little stage, she even had her mom hold a large electric fan below.

It's not important if it's cold in winter. The key was that when she stepped on the stage, that fan had to be on.

The wind blows, the hair flutters.

The aura of a Peerless Master just came out.

spoiled brat was useless in serious matters,

but when it came to crafty ideas, her mind worked extremely fast.

With the might of her sister An'an in the village, she quickly found two fangirls smaller than her.

One to massage her left hand, another for her right.

"Go An'an sister!"

The two little girls stood by cheering her on.

Overjoyed, Chen An'an said, "reward."

Chen Bufan handed out the money for her, two red bills each.

In Chen An'an's family situation, one bill would embarrass her dad; it started from at least two hundred.

Chen Pingsheng, having nothing better to do, just carried a stool over to sit nearby, cracking some sunflower seeds and watching her put on an act on stage.

Chen Qi also sat beside him, replaceing An'an quite cute, except for her poor grades everything else seemed alright.

"Alright" was not so certain; mainly because he had never seen someone quite like her.

The first on stage was also a Little Fatty.

The two exchanged blows on stage, and Chen Qi, acting as the referee, saw that Chen An'an was almost unable to defend herself.

Just as he was about to call a halt, who knew Chen An'an would quickly pull out five red bills from her back pocket.

"In the world of martial arts, nothing is faster than the draw."

"I only used one percent of my strength; you might as well give up quickly."

Little Fatty was dumbfounded and, seeing his parents below the stage, immediately took the money and left.

Chen An'an clasped her fists, her biggest advantage being that her poor academic record had thickened her skin.

Embarrassment had become a habit.

"I'm bribing you with money, as long as I don't admit it."

"Nobody here can really say anything about it."

"You admit it, you admit it."

She won the first round just like that.

The subsequent ones were even worse; someone even dared to pull her curls.

So young yet lacking in martial ethics, she quickly pulled out five bills, "Are you not going to give up quickly?"

Chen An'an put her hands on her hips and laughed exaggeratedly.

From daylight to dusk, she miraculously didn't lose a single match.

It was just a little expensive to win.

...

By evening,

after having dinner, Chen An'an walked around the village with her hands behind her back, feeling utterly lonely.

Being unbeatable is so lonely.

Her family, who could understand?

Suddenly, she started to miss the cow dung she had blown up last year.

In the path of martial arts, she had dominated the small Wangcai Village.

She went to Little Fatty's house next door; they still lived in a small bungalow.

It wasn't very eye-catching, very plain and simple.

Chen An'an thought about going over to blow up some cow dung again.

To reminisce about the past, to commemorate her not-so-unbeatable Small Day.

Little Fatty was being forced by his parents to study.

Chen An'an called out to him, "Little Fatty, want to blow up some cow dung?"

Little Fatty was tempted and was about to get up when his mom slapped a big mitt down on him.

"Where do you think you're going? Study properly. If you don't win a scholarship by next year, I'll break your legs."

"Mom, if An'an can play, why can't I?"

"Her dad's a billionaire, and your dad's deep in debt, how can you even compare with her?"

Little Fatty's mom looked up at Chen An'an: "Sorry An'an, he hasn't finished his homework; he can't go out and play with you."

Chen An'an left and suddenly wondered, did she have homework?

Apparently not, her teacher must have forgotten to assign it.

Her teacher's memory, second to none, why couldn't she assign her just a little bit of homework?

Making her so lonely and bored.

She went to look for those kids she used to blow up cow dung with.

Turns out, not a single one could accompany her; all were forced by their parents to stay home and do homework.

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She complained to her young mom, Song Yanxi.

"Mom, why isn't anyone coming with me to blow up cow dung?"

"They all have to study. You think everyone is like you?"

Song Yanxi crouched down, brushing some dust off her daughter.

It was Aunt Chen Qi who told her, "Your dad gave out two million in scholarships at Wangcai Village Elementary last year, the best students in a class could get thirty thousand, even the top five get at least a few thousand. Everyone is pushing their kids to study hard."

Turns out her dad was the real culprit.

Chen An'an asked curiously, "Is it easy to rank in the top five?"

"There are only six classes, each with less than twenty-five students. How hard can it be... "

"Isn't that super hard?"

Chen An'an thought carefully; if she could just subtract twenty-five from the top twenty, she figured she might come in fifth.

Then nobody would ever again call her a tail-eater.

"Tomorrow your dad is visiting the new school; do you want to go?"

Song Yanxi touched her chubby little face; the little brat was so obedient and sensible a year ago, and now she was already turning eight.