Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

Ever since he started his martial arts training, Xiao Mo would wake up at the crack of dawn, just as the sky was beginning to lighten.

But Zhou Ruoxi woke up even earlier than he did.

By the time Xiao Mo finished washing up, Zhou Ruoxi would be walking out of the kitchen with hot congee and steamed buns.

Even though these were tasks Cuicui could have handled, Zhou Ruoxi insisted on making breakfast for her son herself every day.

After breakfast, Xiao Mo would tell his mother, “Mother, I’m off to the training ground,” and then scamper away in that direction on his short little legs.

At first, Zhou Ruoxi would walk Xiao Mo to the training ground.

But after half a month, once Xiao Mo was familiar with the path, the Xiao Mansion’s rules required that he go by himself.

’Zhou Ruoxi knew, of course, that her son had to grow up eventually. Besides, the training ground was inside the Xiao Mansion, so it wasn’t dangerous, and all the other children went by themselves.’

’If she kept accompanying Mo’er and the other maids of the Xiao Mansion saw her breaking the rules, it would reflect poorly on him.’

So, Zhou Ruoxi could only watch from afar as her son disappeared into the distance.

After her son left, all Zhou Ruoxi did each day was wait for him to return.

Whenever Xiao Mo was away, her heart felt empty.

But the moment Xiao Mo returned to their courtyard, Zhou Ruoxi felt as if her whole world had brightened.

Zhou Ruoxi often asked her son what he had practiced during the day.

And Xiao Mo would tell her everything, just as it was.

He just never mentioned how hard or tiring it was.

’He knew that if he complained even once, his mother would likely worry for days on end.’

「Three months passed.」

At first, Xiao Mo wasn’t quite used to this tiny body having to wake up early every day for martial arts practice.

But gradually, he grew accustomed to it.

During these three months, Xiao Mo hadn’t practiced any Fist Techniques. Most of his time was spent on fundamentals like holding a horse stance, stretching his muscles and bones, training his “Middle Section,” and practicing Step Techniques.

But Xiao Mo wasn’t in a hurry.

’After all, learning the Martial Dao was a step-by-step process. You had to have a solid foundation.’

’Otherwise, any progress in the Martial Dao would be like duckweed floating on a lake—rootless and unstable.’

And because Xiao Mo was highly talented, strict with himself, and incredibly self-disciplined, he outworked everyone else by a significant margin.

As a result, Xiao Mo progressed very quickly.

In just three short months, while the other children were only just starting to show some form, Xiao Mo’s horse stance already felt as “immovable as a mountain.”

This pleased Master Huang immensely.

When the others took a break, Master Huang would even give Xiao Mo some private instruction.

It wasn’t that Master Huang didn’t put effort into teaching the other children of the Xiao Mansion.

It was just that not only did those kids lack Xiao Mo’s talent, but they weren’t even as diligent as he was.

This led Master Huang to scold those disappointing children of the Xiao Mansion even more harshly, filled with the frustration of “hating iron that won’t become steel.”

Yet, because Xiao Mo was so talented and worked so hard, Master Huang rarely scolded him.

As a result, quite a few of the children began to resent Xiao Mo.

This was especially true for a five-year-old boy named Xiao Yang.

He was the oldest and tallest of the group, and he had become the self-styled “king of the kids” on the training ground.

But Xiao Mo had consistently ignored him, which made the “king of the kids” feel that his authority was being challenged.

Master Huang’s “favoritism” toward Xiao Mo only made him more resentful.

And so, the “king of the kids,” Xiao Yang, decided to teach that little squirt Xiao Mo a lesson.

One day at noon, Xiao Mo was sitting on the training ground, eating his lunch alone.

Lunch was provided by the Xiao Mansion and was made with the meat of low-grade Fierce Beasts to help strengthen the children’s Blood Qi.

Just as Xiao Mo was enjoying his meal, Xiao Yang and his cronies walked up to him.

Xiao Mo looked up, his gaze calm. “Is there a problem?”

“The stir-fried meat is good today. Give me yours,” Xiao Yang demanded, crossing his arms like he’d seen adults do.

“Heh.” Xiao Mo let out a soft chuckle. “And what if I say no?”

“Then you’re asking for a beating!”

The words had barely left his mouth when Xiao Yang threw a kick at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo sidestepped the kick and hammered a fist into Xiao Yang’s chest.

Xiao Yang felt his chest constrict, and the blow nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“Get him!”

Xiao Yang yelled at his followers.

Emboldened by their numbers, seven or eight little kids swarmed Xiao Mo.

But in no time, Xiao Mo had kicked them to the ground, one after another.

They discovered that Xiao Mo’s strength was unbelievable, not at all like that of a boy his age.

“Now, put all the meat from your bowls into mine!”

Xiao Mo kicked their leader, Xiao Yang.

Bruised and battered, Xiao Yang didn’t dare refuse. He could only dump all the meat into Xiao Mo’s bowl, and the others quickly did the same.

After teaching them their lesson, Xiao Mo dug into the mountain of stir-fried meat now piled in his bowl, wolfing it down with gusto.

Meanwhile, the other little kids could only pick at the plain rice and vegetables left in their bowls.

In the late afternoon, after the day’s training was over, Xiao Mo headed home.

As soon as he arrived, Xiao Mo saw his mother waiting for him at the entrance to their courtyard.

“Mother…” Xiao Mo hurried over.

“Mo’er, you’re back…”

Overjoyed to see him, Zhou Ruoxi came forward, kneeling down to brush the dust from her son’s clothes.

“Huh? Mo’er, what happened to your face?”

Zhou Ruoxi saw a faint bruise on Xiao Mo’s right cheek and immediately grew anxious.

“Ah?” Xiao Mo paused for a second before quickly brushing it off. “It’s nothing, Mother. I just tripped and fell during running drills today.”

“Oh, you silly boy, you need to be more careful…”

Her heart aching, Zhou Ruoxi looked at her son’s little face and quickly called for Cuicui to bring the medicinal ointment from her room. After washing his face, she gently applied the balm to his bruise.