You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 32

Jinmu.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“Where’s Xiaobai and the others?”

 

“They went back.”

 

“Good.”

 

Jinmu held Jinyu’s wrist and walked her forward slowly. The night breeze swept past. Jinyu suddenly wrinkled her nose.
“Jinmu, did you smoke?”

 

“Mm.” He paused. “You’re awfully chatty today.”

 

Jinyu pouted and staggered into his shoulder.
“And you’re not quiet either. Usually so cold and unapproachable… rare to see you looking troubled.”

 

With a soft ding, Jinmu pressed the car key, pulled open the passenger door, and stuffed Jinyu inside.

 

“Fasten your seatbelt. Think you can manage that?”

 

“Of course!” Jinyu yanked the belt over, jabbed at the buckle several times, but couldn’t get it in.
“I only drank a little, don’t treat me like some drunkard—hey, what’s wrong with this buckle, why won’t it go in…”

 

“I’ll do it.”

 

Jinmu leaned in, buckled her up, then circled around to the driver’s seat and started the car.

 

After a while, the passenger side was completely quiet. Out of the corner of his eye, Jinmu saw her tracing doodles into the fogged-up window. The temperature difference had covered the glass with condensation, and her fingertip left behind a big smiling face.

 

“Sit properly.”

 

“Oh.” Jinyu obediently pulled her hand back, sitting upright like a schoolchild.

 

Seeing her like this, Jinmu couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Later, are you going upstairs on your own, or should I walk you up?”

 

“I’ll do it myself.”

 

“Forget it. I don’t trust you. I’ll walk you up.”

 

Jinyu glared at him, drunken eyes hazy with displeasure.
“Then why’d you even ask?”

 

Jinmu pressed his lips together, the amusement in his eyes deepening.

 

At her door, he guided her finger to the lock, helped her inside, took off her shoes, tucked her into bed—all in one smooth motion.

 

In the end, he asked uneasily:
“I’m leaving now. You’ll be okay on your own, right?”

 

“Mhm… mhm…” Jinyu’s eyelids drooped as she yawned and curled deeper under the blanket.

 

Jinmu nodded and turned to go, but rustling suddenly came from behind.

 

“Wait!”

 

He looked back. “What is it, princess?”

 

Jinyu propped herself up against the bedframe, giving him a shy little smile, her eyes curving like crescent moons.
“Sorry for troubling you so late tonight.”

 

Jinmu froze. “You sobered up?”

 

But before he could hear an answer, she had already toppled back onto the pillow, fast asleep.

 

Jinmu curved his lips helplessly, quietly closed the door, and drove back to his own complex.

 

When he arrived downstairs, he noticed something off about the lights. He rushed upstairs, unlocked the door—Jingang was gone.

 

On the computer desk lay a note.

 

“Brother:
Thank you for taking care of me. I’ve only dragged you down. Now that our revenge is done, you can pursue your own happiness. Sister Jinyu is a good person—you have to go for it.

Also, about falsely accusing Xiaobai last time—I still owe him a formal apology. That part was expensive, and I didn’t want to cause you extra trouble by losing it. Please tell him I’m sorry.

I’m leaving. I’ll take care of myself, make money to support myself. Once I’ve settled down, I’ll contact you.

Best wishes.”

 

Jinmu immediately dialed his number.

 

“Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off.”

 

He hung up, tried again.

 

“Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Sorry, the number—”

 

Jinmu hurled the phone aside, collapsed onto the sofa, and rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. Without turning on the lights, he threw one arm over his face. Moonlight spilled into the living room, and a single crystalline tear slid from the corner of his eye.

 

---

 

The next morning, Jinmu showed up at the training hall as usual. Jinyu was already warming up with Wang Da. She greeted him familiarly when she saw him.

 

“Morning, coach!”

 

“Morning.” Jinmu nodded slightly, then spoke steadily to Jinyu:

 

“Yesterday’s mock match simulated three scenarios: one-on-one, one-versus-many, and ambush. But in real competition, you might also face sneak attacks or multi-team fights. Every Wednesday and Friday we’ll run simulation matches to help you adapt. One-versus-many will gradually increase the number of opponents—one or two more each time. Understood?”

 

Jinyu: “Understood!”

 

“Good. Hip circles, high knees—five sets of fifteen reps each. Go.”

 

“Yes, coach!”

 

An hour later, other trainees drifted in—except Jingang, who never showed, sparking murmurs.

 

Jinmu scanned the room calmly.
“Jingang has withdrawn from the gym. No need to wait for him.”

 

Everyone stared, whispering. Wang Da blurted:
“Huh? Why? Jingang’s so talented, why quit being a fighter?”

 

“Personal matters. Not for me to say,” Jinmu replied evenly. “That’s the end of it. Continue training.”

 

At lunch, Jinmu had prepared standard nutrition boxes.

 

Jinyu leaned close. “Hey, you were upset yesterday because Jingang ran away from home, right? Did you two fight?”

 

Jinmu arched a brow. “Ran away from home? Who told you that?”

 

Jinyu blinked, then admitted: “I guessed.”

 

“Don’t worry about it. Just eat.”

 

“Oh.”

 

In the afternoon, they worked shadowboxing—precision, speed, rhythm—mixed with basic footwork drills for ring agility.

 

Soon after, Suxi and Xiaobai arrived. The gym returned to its usual rhythm: matches at night, closed by day.

 

And then came Su Wanying after school. The little girl never went straight home—always hanging out at the gym. Though she was underage, no one could stop her, so they relented.

 

Chewing gum, she called out:
“Big Sis Jinyu, when are you done training? Let’s go out!”

 

“Almost. Getting impatient?” Jinyu teased.

 

Su Wanying squatted on a stool, chin in hands, staring at Jinyu like a lovestruck stone statue.
“You train every day. Don’t you get bored?”

 

Jinyu only smiled. Jinmu handed her a towel, and she wiped the sweat away.
“Nope. I love training, I love fighting. How could I get bored?”

 

“Okay, I’ll go change. Where to tonight?”

 

“The night market!”

 

But while Jinyu was in the shower, a gang of uninvited guests stormed the gym.

 

A brash man sat on a chair, legs crossed, swinging an electric baton.
“Anyone not involved, get out. If you get hurt, don’t blame me.”

 

There were only a few casual visitors around. Seeing trouble, they slipped away.

 

“Where’s Su Wanying, that cripple? Get her out here, or I’ll smash this place up!”

 

Suxi shielded Su Wanying behind her. “Wanying, stay behind me.”

 

Su Wanying sneered.
“Heard some dog barking outside, thought it was just some stray. Turns out it’s you, Chu Yi. Bold of you to block me here.”

 

Chu Yi snorted.
“Didn’t catch you last time. Today I brought ten bodyguards. No way you’re escaping.”

 

Su Wanying pressed her watch buttons rapidly.

 

“Don’t bother,” Chu Yi mocked. “I’ve cracked that trick of yours. Now each of my men has dozens of firewalls. You won’t break through.”

 

Su Wanying’s face hardened. “What do you want?”

 

“Come with me.”

 

“No way!” Suxi snapped.

 

Jinmu stepped forward, blocking Wanying.
“What business do you have with her? What are you planning?”

 

Chu Yi sneered.
“Nothing much. Just a personal grudge.”

 

Suxi’s fists tightened. “Wanying, what’s going on? We’re here, we won’t let him take you.”

 

Biting her lip, Su Wanying finally confessed:
“A year ago, when I first transferred to Morris Academy, I stood out for my grades and family background. Then someone posted anonymously saying I was disabled, that my family was a mess…” Her voice shook. “My reputation collapsed. Everyone turned against me.”

 

Jinyu appeared in the doorway, hair dripping wet.
“So the one behind it was…”

 

“It was him!” Wanying pointed at Chu Yi. “I traced the IP—it was his men.”

 

Chu Yi shrugged carelessly.
“You stole my spotlight. At Morris, I’m the star.” His lips curled. “And you—b1tch—you ruined my plans twice. Tonight you’re coming too.”

 

Jinyu sneered. “Big words.”

 

Jinmu’s eyes turned icy.
“All this, just to ruin a girl’s name?”

 

“So what?” Chu Yi twirled his baton. “I’m taking her, and you’d better not meddle.”

 

His ten bodyguards stepped forward, tension rising to the breaking point.

 

Jinyu suddenly grinned.
“Interesting. Coach, didn’t you say we’d be doing one-versus-many simulations? Can we start early?”

 

Jinmu rolled his wrist, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips.
“Looks like today’s training needs an adjustment.”

 

Chu Yi’s face darkened. “Don’t you dare! Do you know who my mother is? She’s on the board!”

 

Wanying suddenly stepped out, eyes sharp.
“I don’t care who your mom is. Tonight, I’m ending this.”

 

She slammed another hidden button. Sparks burst—every baton short-circuited, falling uselessly to the floor.

 

“What?! Impossible!” Chu Yi panicked.

 

“Firewalls might be tricky,” Wanying smirked. “But batons? Child’s play.”

 

Jinyu raised her guard.
“Now let’s see who’s taking who.”

 

Wang Da, Liang Yu, and the others rallied. With Jinyu and Jinmu, there were nine fighters total.

 

In moments, the gym became a battleground.

 

Wang Da barreled forward, sending two guards flying. Liang Yu slipped to the side, a knife-hand chop dropping another.

 

“Watch your left!” Jinmu barked mid-fight.

 

Jinyu dropped one with a punch, then spun into a clean roundhouse kick that sent another sprawling.

 

Meanwhile, Xiaobai and Suxi shielded Wanying, who furiously hacked their comms.
“I cut their comms—they can’t call reinforcements!” she shouted.

 

Chu Yi, desperate, drew a folding knife and lunged at her. Jinmu’s eyes narrowed, ready to intercept—but Jinyu slid in, blocking him.

 

“Your opponent is me.”

 

Chu Yi had some training, but against a pro like Jinyu, he was nothing. She twisted his knife arm aside and pinned him under her leg.

 

“Let me go! You b1tch! I’ll never forgive you!” he screamed—until Suxi stuffed a rag into his mouth.

 

“Should we call the police?” Jinyu asked.

 

“No point,” Suxi frowned. “He’s got connections.”

 

Wanying scoffed. “Exactly. They won’t touch him.”

 

Xiaobai grinned. “I’ve got an idea.”

 

---

 

Half an hour later—

 

“Hold him down!”

 

Chu Yi struggled as they inked his finger and pressed it onto a sheet of paper.

 

“Mmph! Mmphhh!” He thrashed, the chair creaking.

 

Xiaobai crouched beside him, waving the paper.
“Chu Yi, truth is, this isn’t some legitimate gym. You saw it—underground fights, gambling, all of it. And now? You just signed yourself up.”

 

His pupils shrank in terror.

 

“You know the rules, right?” Xiaobai’s grin turned cold. “In the ring, life or death doesn’t matter. You’ve seen Jinyu fight. Don’t want to die one day? Then you’d better think carefully.”

 

“Mmmph!” Chu Yi shook violently.

 

“I know what you want to say—‘My mom won’t let you off.’” Xiaobai shrugged. “So what? We’ve got nothing to lose. Worst case, we drag you down with us. And believe me, you’ll go first.”

 

He straightened, looking down at him.
“So, do we settle this? Nod if yes. If not… we’ll put you in the ring right now.”

 

Chu Yi bobbed his head desperately, sweat pouring.

 

“Good.” Xiaobai pulled out the rag. “Remember—bother the girl again, and we’ll come knocking with this contract.”

 

Chu Yi bolted for the door, tumbling over himself. At the threshold he shouted back:
“You’ll regret this!”

 

One sharp look from Jinyu silenced him. He fled in disgrace.

 

Wang Da scratched his head.
“Uh, Bai-ge, since when did the gym have contracts like that?”

 

“Of course it doesn’t, you oaf!” Xiaobai smacked him with the paper. “This is just a supply receipt I grabbed from the counter.”

 

The room burst into laughter. Xiaobai handed the paper to Wanying.
“Here, a keepsake.”

 

Wanying clutched it—and suddenly burst into tears.
“Thank you… sob… Bai-ge… before I even…” She couldn’t go on.

 

“Hey, what’s this?” Xiaobai panicked, fumbling for tissues. “We’re all friends here. You’re Jinyu’s little sister, which makes you my little sister too. No need for thanks.”

 

Jinyu ruffled her hair.
“Alright, crybaby. Didn’t you say night market? Let’s go.”

 

Suxi: “Yeah, let’s all go!”

 

“I want ice cream first!” Jinyu announced.

 

“I heard a stall selling rice wine just opened tonight—I’m getting that,” Suxi chimed in.

 

“I’m getting skewers,” Xiaobai declared.

 

“Grilled lamb skewers for me!” Wang Da raised his hand.

 

“I wanna play the shooting game!” Liang Yu added.

 

Only one person hadn’t spoken. Everyone turned toward the corner, where Jinmu adjusted his silver-framed glasses, the reflection hiding his eyes.
“Ahem. I’ll just—”

 

“Jinmu-ge, you’re such a buzzkill!” Wanying accused.

 

“Yeah, you have to come,” Jinyu pressed.

 

“…Fine.” Jinmu relented.

 

“Yay!” Wanying cheered, grabbing one person’s wrist in each hand.
“Let’s go, let’s go!”