The Rumor Monger

After playing for half an hour, Chen Wan'er got sleepy. Chen Mo put her in the room to sleep, and after coaxing her to sleep, he quietly came out.

"Xiao Mo!" Chen's mother called out to her son as he came out. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Mom, what's wrong? Tell me!" Chen Mo had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on, but he didn't say it beforehand.

The two sat on the sofa, facing each other.

Chen's mother was pale, with dark circles under her eyes, and a sorrowful expression. She stared at Chen Mo for a long while before taking a deep breath and speaking:

"Xiao Mo, actually, your dantian is already ruined. Mom didn't mean to hide it, but I was afraid you would do something rash, so I didn't tell you on the day you were hospitalized."

"Now, word has spread throughout the neighborhood, and I..."

As she spoke, Chen's mother burst into tears. The pressure she was under was no less than that of Chen Mo.

She didn't want her son's path in martial arts to end, nor did she want everyone to say that her son was a good-for-nothing.

These days, she doesn't dare to talk to her neighbors in the community; she's too ashamed to face anyone.

"Mom!" Chen Mo quickly stood up, went to his mother's side, and gently patted her back to comfort her.

"Mom, don't cry. I already know. And I also know that this would get out sooner or later."

"You don't need to be sad. Even if my dantian is ruined, I'm not as bad as they think, and I'm not useless. Didn't I tell you last time? I work as a sparring partner at Wuji Martial Arts Academy, and I can earn five hundred an hour."

"If it's instruction, I can earn ten thousand an hour! That's much better than what others do. Even if you don't become martial artists, I can still earn enough to support you!"

"Let those people gossip; besides, the school principal knows about this and has started looking for a solution for me. Maybe in a while, my dantian will be able to be repaired."

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Chen's mother stopped crying. Yes, her son's situation was not as bad as she had imagined. Why was she so sad?

Moreover, since the son has gained the principal's attention, he can't be doing too badly.

Thinking that her son already knew about the destruction of his dantian but hadn't told her, she felt a little angry that he had kept it from her.

She knew that her son didn't want her to worry, and a warm feeling rose in her heart.

"Okay, Mom won't cry anymore!"

Taking the tissue her son handed her, she wiped away her tears, and most of the sadness on Chen's face disappeared.

Chen Mo also breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, son, didn't you say you were going to go into seclusion for seven days to undergo the principal's test? Today is only the sixth day, why are you back?"

"I've finished. It's Sunday today, so I came back to see you all."

Chen Mo said with a smile, "He has even grasped the concept of 'momentum,' so it's absolutely impossible for him not to pass the principal's test."

"real?"

Chen's mother couldn't believe it and asked again.

"It's true! We're moving soon."

Chen Mo first gave a heads-up: only after arranging for his parents and sister to be in a safe place could he feel at ease going out to make his way in the world.

"Moving? Where to? We don't have much money! Did the principal arrange accommodation for you?"

"More or less!" Chen Mo nodded. Although there was no sign of this yet, the principal would definitely arrange accommodation for him after he demonstrated his strength.

"You don't need to worry, we will all live a good life from now on."

Hearing her son's words, Chen's mother was overjoyed. Her son had really made something of himself!

She didn't believe her son would lie to her. After becoming a martial artist, he could move to the martial artist community, where safety would be much better. Martial artist squads would patrol daily, so there was no need to worry about fugitives or attacks from other martial artists.

At the same time, as family members of martial artists, they can be assigned easy and high-paying jobs.

"Xiao Mo, Principal, you're so kind to her, you really should thank her!"

"Yes, I will!" Chen Mo readily agreed, even though he knew that what the principal received from him was far more than what he was given in return.

But they did help me in the end, so I should still express my gratitude.

"By the way, is it because the kids in the neighborhood are talking about me and ostracizing her?"

Chen Mo had already imagined that, influenced by their parents and relatives, those children would all say that Chen Mo was a good-for-nothing, and his five-year-old sister, Chen Wan'er, was also weak and sickly, and some unruly children would also call her a little good-for-nothing.

Those words triggered Chen Wan'er's illness.

"Hmm! Last night, I took Wan'er for a walk downstairs. Some kids said you were useless, and Wan'er wanted to argue, but I forcibly took her away."

"She kept arguing that her brother wasn't useless, that he couldn't breathe and had an attack when he got emotional."

"When I woke up this morning, it was my dear brother. I wanted to call you, but Wan'er stopped me so as not to disturb you."

Chen Mo was deeply moved. His younger sister was so sensible; she was only five years old!

If it weren't for her frail health, she would have been a lively, happy, and carefree child, instead of a quiet and well-behaved one.

"Who first spread the word about my dantian? If it weren't for someone deliberately spreading it, who would have known that the entire neighborhood knew?"

"It's all because of Zhang Hongda, the grandson of Grandpa Zhang downstairs! He goes to the same school as you, knows a lot of things, and is arrogant and looks down on us, so he deliberately spread it out."

"Furthermore, they even posted your medical records and diagnosis in the neighborhood's residents' group chat. When your father and I went to confront them, we were kicked out."

Hearing this, Chen Mo was furious. His parents were only fifth-rank martial apprentices. They were old and their energy was not as good as when they were young. The strength they could exert was at most that of a fourth-rank martial apprentice, weighing a little over 400 kilograms.

Zhang Hongda, on the other hand, was already an eighth-rank martial arts apprentice with a strength of over 800 kilograms, twice that of them. They were no match for Zhang Hongda at all.

Therefore, if the two of them go to argue with him, they will only be humiliated!

How could he not be angry when his own parents were humiliated?

Moreover, Zhang Hongda is an arrogant person. He used to ignore me when I greeted him, let alone my parents who are even less powerful.

"Mom! I'll go get justice for you!"

Chen Mo stood up abruptly. If he didn't seek justice for his parents after they had been mistreated, he would be unworthy of being a son, let alone practice martial arts!

"Don't go! Zhang Hongda is an eighth-rank martial apprentice, and I heard he's about to break through to the ninth rank. Going there won't do you any good; you'll only get hurt!"

Chen's mother quickly stopped her, saying that going there would only lead to humiliation.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm already very strong!" To reassure his mother, Chen Mo walked to a corner of the living room and picked up a barbell that his father used for training.

He then came to Chen's mother:

"Mom, look! This is Dad's barbell, it's made of iron!"

Chen's mother was puzzled, but nodded nonetheless: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Chen Mo did not answer. He gripped the barbell with both hands, and the next moment, the barbell was crushed by him like dough.

"this......"

Chen's mother stared wide-eyed...