[COMPLETED] In which 10 dojo trainees compete in Asia's biggest martial arts tournament for a $500,000 cash prize...
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ANGST • ACTION • FLUFF 」
- VINTAGE VIDEO GAMES & CHINESE AESTHETIC.
- SET IN CHINA, YEAR 2000. 🉐
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- 26 | MIDNIGHT MEADOW. 🍄 & thank you so much for 50K!!!! 🧚💚💙🧚💚💙🧚💚💙🧚💚💙🧚 Semi-long update. vote, comment & enjoy!
"Ah, now that dinner is set, let's eat." Gramma kneels on the cushion between Pa and I.
We all bow our heads with our sleeves together and pray before digging in.
"So Mei, how is that fighting of yours coming along? I know you used to love it as a child." Aunt #1 pours her tea.
"Still do." I nod, "I'm currently training for the street fighter tournament at our local dojo."
"Ugh, you mean that aggressive competition where gullible teenagers punch each other for money and fame? You're far too beautiful to partake in such ruffian things Mei."
"Agreed. I think Mei would make a fabulous basket weaver. Women should put their time into more ladylike things." Aunt #2 sips.
Their words make me frown into the reflection of my tea. I raise the bowl with two hands and quietly sip.
It's not unusual for the older generation to disagree with the concept of the tournament. Once upon a time, I had to convince Gramma and Pa into supporting it myself. I guess to some, it's just kids pummelling each other for cash, but to me, it's so much more. Hopefully one day I can prove that.
"Hey now, martial arts isn't easy you know." Gramma holds my shoulder confidently, "Our Mei is the most talented young lady I've ever seen. TOO talented for weaving baskets. She trains every day yet still finds time to help us old folk' at the noodle shack. We couldn't be prouder of her."
Pa pulls a squinty smile and nods along. I smile at them both fondly.
"Ah, a hard worker like her father then. I'm sure he would be proud." Aunt #3 smiles.
I blink repeatedly and bow my head with a sad smile.
"Ooo! My God-son Lǎn here works hard too! He got a B- in Math, didn't you Lǎn?"
The slob sitting opposite me chews with a lopsided grin, food spilling from his mouth and ending up on his chin. The sight makes me screw my face a little.
"I have an idea! Why don't us old folk leave Mei and Lǎn to get to know each other better?"
"Good idea! Let's give the love birds some privacy." My aunts wink at each other.
"T-that won't be necessary—"
"We'll just go grab some appetizers. Don't flirt too much..." Gramma sings playfully.
