Capítulo 3: Martial Arts Genius Sister
Editor: Simple MTL
"Oh no, Andrew must have gone crazy."
"His sister is a martial arts genius. If she blames us for driving her brother crazy..."
"We didn't force him. Don't spout nonsense!"
"He went crazy on his own..."
Everyone quickly came to an agreement.
"You guys are the crazy ones." Andrew stood up and stretched. At the moment, he only wanted to get a blade to test his skills.
"George, my stomach hurts. I might need to go to the hospital," said Andrew.
"Stomachache?" George snorted. How could he not see that he was lying?
But after thinking about it, he still approved Andrew's request.
...
Andrew slowly returned home and found a kitchen knife in the kitchen. Just as he was about to test the effect of his Nine-layered Thunder Blade, the doorbell rang.
Andrew walked to the door while cursing.
When he opened the door, he saw a girl in white sportswear standing at the door with a ponytail. She was about 20 years old and had a delicate face with a tall figure. She was pretty good-looking.
"Didn't you have a stomachache? Do you want to go to the hospital?
"How about I accompany you there?
"You didn't pick up my call and made me run so far."
"..."
Andrew was stunned on the spot.
What was going on?
The person in front of him looked very familiar, but for a moment, he could not recall her name. After pressing his mind, Andrew finally reacted.
This was the martial arts genius from Massachusetts.
Annie Doyle.
She was also Andrew's sister. However, he was adopted by his parents and had no blood relationship with Annie.
"Sister, I'm already an adult."
"So?"
Annie pushed the door open and directly walked in, sitting on the sofa.
"Due to the recent energy storm, the school is on vacation. I'm here to stay for two days."
"Really? That's great," said Andrew in a flat tone.
Stay for two days?
How could he be happy about such a thing?
Staying with his sister was no different than living in prison.
Annie seemed to have sensed Andrew's dissatisfaction.
"My words are useless now, right?
"Sleeping in class, playing with your phone, fighting with gangsters after school, and even going to the middle school to pick up girls?"
Annie was so angry that her eyes narrowed into a slit.
There was killing intent!
Andrew was shocked. Why didn't he have any impression of these things?
"With your body, you dare to fight with others. If it weren't for others..."
Annie swallowed her words halfway. She couldn't bear to hurt her brother's pride.
If those street gangsters were serious, her brother would at least return to the apartment with a bloody nose and a swollen face.
Fortunately, her reputation was somewhat useful in this area.
"Alright, Sister, stop talking," said Andrew.
He was no longer the trash he used to be. Although he was under his sister's protection, he didn't need it anymore.
"Andrew, the teacher has already told me about you. It's not scary to not have talent in martial arts. The scary thing is that you are willing to succumb to fate. Even if you can't practice martial arts, you can still study scientific research."
Andrew didn't say anything. In fact, he didn't know what to say.
Luckily, Annie didn't harp on the topic. She asked about Andrew's recent situation and then said, "Don't worry about the entrance exam."
She already had a way to solve this problem.
There was a university in Texas. Although it wasn't ranked very high in the country, the person-in-charge there had already made a promise to her.
As long as she transferred to their school, they would be able to vacate a spot. This way, Andrew would be able to smoothly enter the university.
"Sister, you are a genius of our state. What rank are you now as a fighter?
"Have you already reached the Grade-7 Grandmaster realm?"
PA!
Annie lightly hit Andrew's forehead.
"Grade 7?
"In our Massachusetts state, only Director John of the Administration Bureau is a Grade-7 fighter. Do you think Grade-7 fighters are cabbages?
"Although I'm a Grade-3 fighter now, I'm still the number one figure in Boston University!"
"Impressive!" Andrew quickly praised her.
A Grade-3 fighter?
He was already a second-rank Qi Formation realm fighter. On top of that, he had mastered an immortal cultivation technique and a blade manual. No matter how he looked at it, he should be much stronger than a Grade-3 fighter.
"By the way, I brought you a gift," Annie said as she took out a wooden box from her backpack.
Whoosh!
The wooden box opened.
An alloy battle saber appeared in front of Andrew.
"This is a B-grade composite metal saber. I got it half a month ago when I was on a mission. Although you don't practice martial arts, it's not bad to use it for self-defense."
Andrew was stunned. From his memory, he knew that Annie loved him very much.
But when he heard that it was a B-grade composite metal saber, he was still a little touched. This blade could be sold at a high price of one million on the black market.
Moreover, the blade in front of him was almost undamaged. The price would only be higher than one million.
"Sister, it's a waste to give such a valuable thing to me. You might as well exchange it for a weapon for your own use."
"If I ask you to accept it, then accept it!" Annie glared fiercely and said, "We are siblings. Why are we so clear on who gets what?"
"That's true." Andrew took the saber and chuckled. "Anyway, even Sister is mine. Why are we so clear on who gets what?"
"What?" Annie seemed to have not heard clearly and asked him again.
Andrew did not say anything else. He held the saber and ran out. "Sister, I'm going to try this blade out."
Bang!
The door closed.
Andrew soon arrived at the back garden.
Annie's face turned red, and she cursed aloud, "This kid, he even flirted with me.
"He actually dared to flirt with girls from the middle school..."
Annie sighed. She took out the ingredients from the grocery store from her backpack and quietly walked into the kitchen.
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