You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 12

Jin Yu turned left after leaving and knocked again on Xiao Bai’s door—the once-ordinary workshop that he had now transformed into his so-called “Bai Hanqing Talent Agent Studio.” At the entrance, he had even hung up a crooked wooden sign that read in clumsy handwriting:

“Bai Hanqing · Gold Medal Agent Studio.”

The words looked like they’d been scribbled by a grade-schooler who hadn’t finished compulsory education. Jin Yu cast a disdainful glance at it, then rapped on the door three more times.

No response. Only the hum of engines and the tap-tap-tap of a keyboard came from within.

“Xiao Bai? You busy?” Jin Yu knocked again.

Still no answer.

She pushed the door open and found Xiao Bai wearing two oversized headphones, eyes locked on the monitor, fingers flying over the keys.

Jin Yu walked up and tapped his headphones.
“I’m heading back first, Xiao Bai.”

“Mhm, mhm, editing videos!” he mumbled distractedly without even looking up.

She glanced at his screen. On it, a video of herself moved at high speed—sharp and precise in every frame, every motion enhanced for clarity. On the second monitor, he was already modeling her and Li Yang’s fight in 3D. The general form was there, though the details were still rough.

As she left the workshop, Su Xi came walking toward her.
“I’ve already spoken with the boss. You’re one of our fighters—how can you not have a proper lounge? Tomorrow he’ll send someone to renovate.”

She paused, then added:
“It won’t be huge, but at least we can add a shower. How’s that?”

Jin Yu licked her dry lips.
“I’m fine with anything. I’m not picky.”

Su Xi frowned in disapproval.
“You’re going to be a superstar! A famous fighter! How can you be so careless about your own lounge?”

Hands on her hips, she scolded like an exasperated teacher:
“Look at the top-tier fighters. Every one of them has a private training room, a personal therapist. And you don’t even have a proper changing room!”

Jin Yu shrugged, indifferent.
“I don’t care about that stuff.”

“You don’t, but the audience does!” Su Xi snapped. “Image! Prestige! Got it? The crowd loves spectacle. The bigger the scene, the more they cheer. You’re our poster girl now. At least make sure it looks good!”

Seeing she wouldn’t back down, Jin Yu let the matter rest.

After a few steps, she turned back.
“Do you know where I can get some water? I’m thirsty.”

Su Xi’s eyes lit up.
“Water? Forget that. I’ll make you a cocktail! You’ll love it. Come on, follow me. You have to taste my masterpiece tonight!”

Jin Yu smacked her lips, remembering that bizarre yet unforgettable ice cream flavor. She tilted her head.
“Is it like that ‘Glacier Lava’ you made last time?”

With a flick of her hair, Su Xi raised her chin proudly.
“Way better. You know why I’m the only bartender here? Because I’m not just a server—I’m the bartender. The old one? I ran him out! Every customer ends up asking for my drinks. Tonight, you’ll see why.”

“Watch your big sister show off!” She tied her hair back and dramatically laid out her tools. Left hand gripping the shaker, right hand snapping the cap off with a crisp pop. Vodka poured in first. With a pinky hook, a tiny funnel slid smoothly, pouring in the electric-blue liqueur.

Next came the ice. She grabbed a chunk the size of her palm. One flash of the knife, shards flew, and in a blink the ice was cut into sharp-edged perfection before dropping into the shaker with a thunk. Finally came a puff of mint-scented liquid nitrogen and a single mint leaf.

Su Xi winked playfully, then sealed the shaker tight with a click. Her arms angled at forty-five degrees, shoulders pivoting as she shook hard and fast in a figure-eight rhythm. Her muscles flexed as ice and liquor clashed inside, creating a crisp, percussive beat like wild drum music.

Her motions grew more flamboyant—fluid spins, effortless tosses, even behind-the-back catches and high throws.

Jin Yu, unaccustomed to such flair, stared wide-eyed, her usual calm and composed demeanor forgotten.
“Waaah—woooah—” she gasped, completely mesmerized.

Su Xi, basking in the praise, grew even bolder, pouring herself into every move.

Finally, after a dramatic high toss and smooth catch, she poured the drink into a crystal-clear glass. A thin mist curled above the surface.

She presented it with a flourish.
“Please.”

Jin Yu’s eyes sparkled. She cradled the glass carefully, took a sip, and her eyes lit up even more.
“Wow, this is amazing! What’s it called? How can it taste this good?”

Su Xi’s cheeks burned under that damp, puppy-like gaze—full of admiration and affection. The Jin Yu who ruled the arena with cold precision was looking at her like a fangirl, and it made her dizzy.

For a moment, she felt like the star, with Jin Yu as her fan. Puffing herself up, she smirked.
“My secret recipe. Classified. Now, guess the name. If you get it right, I’ll make you another exclusive.”

Eyes half-shut from the alcohol, Jin Yu sipped again.
“Hmm… ‘Tranquility’? It’s got that cool mint taste, and only one little green leaf. So… ‘Tranquility,’ right?”

Su Xi scoffed.
“Where’s your imagination? It’s called ‘Riptide’! Looks harmless, but the aftershock will blow your mind. Get it?”

Jin Yu giggled and downed the last sip.
“So good! One more!”

Seeing the flush creeping across her cheeks, Su Xi realized she was already tipsy.
“That little bit already got you drunk? You really can’t hold your liquor, huh?” She reached for the glass.

But Jin Yu clutched it tight.
“I want more!”

A drunken Jin Yu—turns out she was a little rascal.

From the shy, timid girl she’d first met, to the cautious but confident fighter she’d become, only now did Su Xi feel she was seeing the real Jin Yu, laid bare.

She looked at her pouting lips, remembered her usual icy composure, and the contrast was too much. Mischief stirred. She pinched Jin Yu’s cheek.
“Fine. Call me ‘big sis,’ and I’ll make you another.”

Jin Yu’s voice turned sweet.
“Big sis~”

The effect was like a hulking man calling someone “darling” in a sugary whine. Goosebumps shot up Su Xi’s arms. Later, much later, she’d realize—that one “big sis” was the exact moment she fell headfirst into the trap called Jin Yu.

“Alright, enough. Time to get you home.” Su Xi rubbed her forehead. “Where do you live? I’ll take you.”

But Jin Yu hugged her glass and shook her head.
“No! I’m not going home! I want more drinks!”

Su Xi knocked her on the head.
“Next time. I’ll make you another next time.”

Jin Yu clutched her head and stared at her with pleading eyes.
“Then pinky promise!”

With no choice, Su Xi hooked fingers with her like a child. Only then did Jin Yu calm down, giggling and holding her hand, little finger still locked with hers.

Every time Su Xi looked back, Jin Yu was there, beaming at her with that silly grin.

“If she remembers any of this tomorrow, I’m dead… Please let her forget it all.” Su Xi muttered under her breath. Behind her, Jin Yu swayed her hand playfully.

“Hold still! Stop wiggling!”

“You’re so mean,” Jin Yu pouted.

That word set Su Xi off—she hated being called “mean.”
“What did you say? Say it again!”

Jin Yu’s lips trembled. She muttered softly:
“You’re just… really mean. And I can’t say it?”

Su Xi almost laughed at herself. Why was she arguing with a drunk girl?

She mounted her bike.
“Sit tight. Don’t get on until I’m settled.”

Jin Yu nodded obediently, then clumsily climbed up behind her, wrapping her arms around Su Xi’s waist and pressing close against her back.

Su Xi’s ears burned.
“Don’t hold me like that! You’ll mess up my driving!”

Eyes closed, Jin Yu mumbled stubbornly:
“If I don’t hold you, I’ll fall off!”

Realizing she wasn’t fully sober, Su Xi gave up and revved the engine.

The night wind swept past, cooling the heat of the alcohol. Jin Yu sighed in contentment.
“Ahh, that feels nice…”

“Want to go for a ride?” Su Xi asked.

“Yes!” Jin Yu shouted, her voice bright.

Su Xi twisted the throttle.
“Hold on tight, I’m speeding up!”

But just then, Jin Yu was distracted by a giant neon hologram of a woman in traditional dress. She tugged Su Xi’s clothes.
“I wanna go look at that!”

As they passed a quiet street, they spotted a group of elementary-school-aged boys kicking something and yelling vile curses:
“Kill you, cripple! Die, you worthless cripple!”

“Jin Yu, wake up. A kid’s being bullied. Let’s check it out,” Su Xi said.

The words sobered Jin Yu instantly. Her eyes snapped open.
“Who? Who’s bullying someone?”

Before Su Xi had even stopped, Jin Yu leapt from the bike. With a running kick, she knocked down the boy who was striking, then swiftly took out the rest.

Their victim was a small, short-haired girl, thin and frail. When Jin Yu tried to help her up, she met a pair of wild, feral eyes. Bloodied and snarling, the girl looked like a wolf pup.

As Jin Yu reached out, the girl shoved her hand away.
“Don’t think I’ll thank you!” she spat before bolting.

Only then did Jin Yu notice—the girl’s hands were mechanical prosthetics.

She froze in place.

Su Xi walked over, eyeing the bullies’ branded clothes and expensive gear. Her smile turned cold.
“Rich brats. I bet your parents will cover anything for you, won’t they?”

Even tied up with his own clothes, one boy still shouted arrogantly:
“Let us go! Do you even know who my mom is? You’ll regret messing with us!”

Su Xi sneered.
“Regret? Do you even know who I am?”

“No!”

“Do you know where we live?”

“No!” one bolder kid piped up. “But so what? We’re rich. We’ll find out!”

Su Xi clenched her fist.
“Then I’ll make sure you never find out. Tonight, you’re all leaving your lives here.”

One timid boy burst into tears.
“Don’t kill me! I didn’t do anything! He made me do it!”

The accused boy stiffened.
“Don’t be scared. They wouldn’t dare touch us…”

Su Xi’s cold laugh cut him off.
“Wouldn’t dare? Tonight, you’ll learn bullies always pay in bl00d.”

Just as the kids braced for a beating, she stopped. Instead, she stripped off their brain implants and wiped them clean. Luckily, none of them had connected online, fearing their videos might leak. Su Xi methodically erased every recording of the assault.

“Done. I’ve copied your videos. The police will deal with you brats. For now, enjoy the cold night air.”

She tugged the still-stunned Jin Yu.
“What are you waiting for? Get on the bike.”

The motorcycle roared away.

The timid boy cracked one eye open.
“Are they gone?”

The beaten one groaned.
“Gone.”

“Then… do we wait for the police?”

“Idiot. Of course not! Untie us, unless you want to be arrested!”