Chapter 9 – Yue the Show-Off
The sun rose lazily over the village, painting the tiled rooftops and dusty paths in warm gold. The rooster hadn't even finished his third cry before Lin Yue was already outside doing stretches in the front yard. Her long sky-blue hair was tied high into a bouncing ponytail, and her breath came out in steady, focused puffs.
Something about today felt different.
Yesterday, she had turned ten. And though she still joked and played with her gang like always, deep inside, Yue knew something had changed. Her body moved lighter, her mind clearer. And there was this strange little voice inside her—one that softly whispered things like Drink water. Stretch deeper. Eat more eggs. It wasn't loud, and it didn't feel like hers, but she found herself obeying it without much thought.
After her routine, she jogged to the village square where her gang was already gathered.
"Whoa, Yue! You're up early. You trying to be a city girl now?" Meimei laughed, chewing a stick of sweet grass.
"I bet she just wanted to flex her little biceps again," Chun Hei said, pretending to flex her skinny arms.
Yue grinned. "Better these than your noodle arms, Hei."
The girls cackled, and Lin Yue did a smug flip onto the stone ledge nearby—earning a round of impressed oooohs from the younger girls watching.
It didn't stop there.
During stone skipping, Yue's rock leapt across the river eight times. When they played chase, no one could catch her. When it was time to lift sacks of firewood to deliver to old Granny Luo, Yue carried three at once. The other girls managed two at best, while the boys fanned themselves nearby under a tree.
"Is she eating something different?" Meimei asked suspiciously. "Did you find some kind of power snack?"
Yue winked. "Milk. Every morning. And boiled eggs."
"Ugh! I hate milk," Chun Hei gagged. "I'd rather be weak!"
Yue puffed up her nonexistent chest. "Then you'll stay weak. I'm building abs now. Wanna see?"
"Ew! No one wants to see your belly!"
She pulled up her shirt a bit anyway, revealing a faint outline of baby abs. "Check it. Hot girl summer starts early."
One of the watching boys—who had been pretending to tie his shoelaces for five whole minutes—blushed bright red and ran off.
The girls lost it.
By afternoon, the village women were whispering again.
"That Yue girl's gotten stronger."
"She takes after her mother, no doubt."
"Maybe she'll join the regional strength test when she turns sixteen?"
Yue didn't say anything. She soaked in the praise silently, eyes shining. But a part of her was starting to look beyond the village. Beyond the daily games and mischief.
That night, she sat alone on the roof, arms wrapped around her knees. The moon above was big and round. Below, her gang laughed and screamed while playing shadow-tag in the square.
But she was lost in thought.
If I keep getting stronger… will I leave them behind someday?
Then that tiny voice in her head nudged her again: Do twenty squats before bed. Don't forget to hydrate.
She huffed.
"Fine, weird voice. But only because I want to look cool tomorrow."
And so, with the moonlight watching her, Lin Yue did her squats on the roof, looking like a little martial arts maniac under the stars—totally unaware that her journey had just begun.