Just as Little Dumpling was wracking her brains but couldn't figure out where the problem lay, Wei Ziqi had already come over with the trays.
The two trays were filled to the brim with a little bit of every dish.
"Eat first. See which dish you like the most, and I'll go get more."
"Okay!"
Food could solve all problems. The moment Miaomiao saw the delicious food, she threw all her doubts to the back of her mind.
Her first bite was of her favorite sweet - and - sour spare ribs. The sweet and sour aroma filled her mouth. It was so delicious that Miaomiao squinted her eyes.
Wei Ziqi was observing Miaomiao's reactions. If he didn't ask, Miaomiao wouldn't ask him to get anything specifically.
Based on Miaomiao's reactions, Wei Ziqi turned around and went to get a lot of the things the little dumpling liked to eat. He devoted himself to feeding the dumpling.
After Miaomiao was full, Wei Ziqi started to eat. He didn't have high requirements for food. He just took a few hasty bites to fill his stomach.
Back in the room, Wei Ziqi devoted himself to doing practice questions and studying Olympiad math, while Miaomiao was doing horse - stance to adjust her internal energy.
The two kids were both fully preparing for tomorrow's competition.
Miaomiao got into the bed early to sleep. Wei Ziqi kept reading until one o'clock in the morning before putting down his textbook. When he looked back at the big bed, he felt a pang in his heart.
There was no way. He could only win tomorrow's competition. The school definitely required him to win an award and didn't allow any mistakes. Anyway, he had to get enough rest.
The annual scholarship of over a hundred thousand yuan wasn't for nothing.
Wei Ziqi just went to bed in his outer clothes and pants. He didn't choose to cover himself with the quilt but left it all for Miaomiao. He wrapped himself in a bath towel and slept like that for the whole night. Fortunately, the adult - sized bath towel was big enough, and there was air - conditioning and heating in the room, so he didn't feel cold.
The next morning, Wei Ziqi was woken up by Miaomiao. The little dumpling's biological clock was very punctual every day. No matter how late she went to bed, she could get up immediately.
After Miaomiao woke up the sleepy - eyed Wei Ziqi, she went to wash up. She waited for Wei Ziqi to finish washing up and then they went out together.
Wei Ziqi had said yesterday that their competition venues were in the same place. Miaomiao just hitched a ride on the school bus and went to the Children's Palace with them.
When they arrived, the bodyguard took the registration form and took Miaomiao to her competition venue.
Wei Ziqi specifically asked about Miaomiao's competition venue and planned to go find the little dumpling after his own competition was over.
When she arrived at the competition venue, Miaomiao looked at the stand with gongs and drums in the middle and all kinds of weapons placed on both sides. She was immediately filled with excitement.
This was the arena in her memory! That's right!
There weren't many people in the venue yet. The martial arts competition was different from those academic competitions that required quietness. On the contrary, the martial arts competition needed an audience the most.
Only the cheers of the audience could inspire the martial artists' more fighting spirit and ignite their explosive power.
The bodyguard automatically walked into the spectator seats. Miaomiao found a random place to sit in the contestant waiting area.
At eight o'clock in the morning, the referees and contestants arrived one after another. At nine o'clock, the audience also officially entered the venue and took their seats.
The competition system was a progressive mode. There were a total of thirty contestants in the whole field. They would fight in pairs, and fifteen contestants would be eliminated. The remaining fifteen contestants would draw lots to decide their opponents in the next round, and there would be a lucky contestant who would get a bye.
Today was the preliminary round. They only needed to fight one match. The fights after the lottery would be held tomorrow.
After the referee announced the competition rules and the list of opponents in the first round, the competition started.
Miaomiao's gaze always stayed on the referee's stand. The kind - looking white - bearded old man sitting on the referee's stand was exactly the old man who had called out her and her master's names in the hotel last night.
The level of the fights on the stage was uneven. To be precise, each weak contestant would meet a relatively stronger opponent. The strength gap between the two sides was too big, so Miaomiao had no desire to watch anymore.
In the tenth round, the referee finally called Miaomiao's name.
"In the tenth - round fight, Lin Miaomiao from Nancheng Taiji will face Liao Che from Jiacheng Southern Fist."
???
Miaomiao was full of question marks. Liao Che?
The white - bearded old man had also mentioned this name yesterday and claimed that she would face this person. And now she really was facing him?
It was a fix!
Miaomiao didn't even need to think to know what was going on.
Miaomiao would be very slow and even a bit dull in the fields she wasn't familiar with, such as math and Chinese. These subjects sounded like a bunch of nonsense to her because there was no concrete image in her mind.
But it was different when it came to fighting on the arena.
Miaomiao, who had been following her father to challenge others on the arena and wander the world since childhood, was extremely familiar with these things.
In the past, when she went to compete on others' turf, if the other side didn't want to lose, they would do a lot of things to fix the results.
Just like now, in Miaomiao's eyes, it was definitely a fix.
However, had our Miaomiao ever been afraid of anyone in the field of martial arts?
Definitely not!
Those who had tried to fix the results against her in the past had been beaten so badly that they couldn't even recognize their own mothers.
Daring to manipulate such a sacred thing as martial arts, Miaomiao thought she had to teach the other side a lesson.
Without any fear, the little dumpling walked onto the arena with a look of justice on her face.
Facing her was a very strong - looking boy, her opponent Liao Che.
The boy looked at Miaomiao's "weak" body and sneered disdainfully.
His grandfather had repeatedly told him to take this seriously, but in his opinion, it was completely unnecessary.
"Hey, little girl, just get off the stage quickly. Otherwise, you'll cry when you get beaten later, and then you'll say I don't know how to let girls go."
Liao Che held his head high and looked down on little dumpling Miaomiao.
"To be honest, I'm afraid you'll cry when I throw this punch." Seeing that the little dumpling didn't respond, Liao Che rotated his wrists and said arrogantly.
"Words are useless. Let's see who's better in action. And I won't cry." Miaomiao didn't care about Liao Che's attitude at all.
Whether in the past or now, countless people had shown contempt, disdain, or fear when they first saw her. She was already used to it.
"Fine, if you're so insistent, I won't be polite!"
Liao Che shrugged indifferently. Then he waved his fist and rushed up.
The referee had just announced the martial arts schools of both sides. Miaomiao couldn't use the martial arts of her own school anymore. She could only use Taiji to fight head - on.
Liao Che's punches were powerful, a typical hard - fist kung fu. Taiji was all about using softness to overcome hardness. Miaomiao slowly sank her body, held her breath, and waited for Liao Che's punch.
The strong wind whistled past her ears. Miaomiao slightly sidestepped to block the punch and then rotated her arm half a circle with the opponent's force.
Liao Che didn't have time to stop his momentum. He couldn't retract his forward rush and was directly dragged by Miaomiao to roll on the ground several times. He almost fell out of the arena.