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Chapter 197 Japanese Women

"With such a dark and yellowish face, thick and short eyebrows, and a completely changed face shape, plus eye bags, how could he recognize me?" Song Tingnan looked at herself in the mirror after applying makeup. "Sigh, he still recognized me. Master Liu is going to scold me again. I'll have to avoid him from now on."

There are actually differences between Song Tingnan and 'Master Qingling'. Besides their appearance, their personalities and ages are also different. How did Zhong Shengli realize that?

There wasn't much overt contact between them and the martial arts school, and her godmother was very careful; Gao Haoran had never directly visited them. Unable to figure it out, Song Tingnan simply reduced their contact, training at home, taking a short walk after class before returning.

One day, after leaving the martial arts school, Ting Nan went to the market. She planned to buy a fish to stew with tofu, as this dish is good for calcium and Mu Zhiyuan especially loves it. He can eat two extra bowls of rice with fish soup.

As soon as I entered the market, I heard Nan had bought fish and tofu and wanted to buy some meat. From afar, I saw a group of people surrounding the meat stall, smashing vegetable leaves at the person in the middle. What's going on? Wasn't the criticism and struggle session over a long time ago?

"Grandpa, who are they smashing?" Ting Nan asked an old man next to her.

The old man said bitterly, "Japanese woman! Serves her right!"

A woman? A Japanese woman? Ting Nan's mind was reeling. Why was everyone so agitated about this?

When Song Tingnan squeezed in, he saw an old woman, hunched over, head down, covering her face, neither fighting back nor arguing, as if she had already gotten used to it.

Song Tingnan felt very uncomfortable. This woman—had she ever been to the battlefield? Had she ever oppressed Chinese people? Probably not, otherwise the government wouldn't have allowed her to live here.

"Stop! Stop!" Ting Nan rushed in and shouted twice.

A clear and strong voice stopped the group of people throwing rotten vegetable leaves. When they realized it was a woman and there was no danger, they started chattering and shouting, "Who are you? Get out of the way, she's a Japanese!"

"Get out of my way, or I'll smash you too! You little Japanese bastard, you want to eat meat? Go hungry!"

"Yes, who are you? Protecting her, are you also a Japanese?"

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Seeing the agitated crowd, Song Tingnan didn't bother arguing; it was pointless. She raised her voice again: "I am Chinese, I am a master at the Gao Family Martial Arts School, and I'm taking this woman away. I'm handling this matter. If you don't believe me, go find me at the martial arts school. I am Master Qingling!"

"From the Gao Family Martial Arts School?" Upon hearing this, everyone quieted down and whispered among themselves: "The Gao family, well then. The Gao family has a blood feud with the Japanese, they won't let this woman off easily."

"Yes, I know 'Master Qingling'. She's the coach of the Lingyun Class. I heard she's a personal disciple of Master Gao Haoran. I heard that if you beat her, you can enter the martial arts school's top class—the Fenghua Class, where Master Gao will personally teach you."

"Really? Then it must be true. It's so rare to even meet Master Gao."

"I need to go back and get my son into the Gao Family Martial Arts School too..."

Well, the master's charm is something else; these old folks have gone off-topic, and Song Tingnan took the opportunity to take that woman away.

After walking for a while and leaving the crowd, the woman asked, "Young lady, what do you want to do with this?" Her Chinese was fairly fluent.

"I didn't intend to punish you, nor do I have the right to do so."

"Is it to see your master? The Master Gao they mentioned?"

"My master is busy, he doesn't care about this. Where do you live? I'll take you home!" Ting Nan noticed the woman was walking unsteadily and helped her up. He didn't know if she was always like this or if she had been injured earlier.

Ting Nan looked at the woman, unsure of what kind of person she was. "Someone was hitting you earlier, even throwing stones at you. Why didn't you run away?"

"Can they run away? They can't outrun me. If they don't get their fill of smashing things, they'll chase me and smash things all the way to my house."

"Your home? Can I take you home?" Ting Nan asked curiously, thinking of going to her house for a look.