The Spoiled Daily Life of the Villain’s Mother

In a martial arts dojo in S City, Qiao Huize stood in the empty martial arts classroom, staring at himself in the full wall mirror. At this moment, he is wearing a white gym uniform, and the gold-rimmed glasses he always wears are now taken off and put aside.

        Without the blockage of glasses, the pair of dark gray slender phoenix eyes look more unfathomable, as if a thousand-year pond, emitting a faint coolness.

        Qiao Huize was holding a sword in his hand, which is one of the many good swords he has found in this world for many years. It is a pity that the sword in this world is not as good as it was in his last life in that world.

        The swords in this world, had no soul, just dead things.

        Qiao Huize's long fingers clasped on the sheath of the sword, slowly pulled the sheath, and threw it aside.

        The martial arts school director Wan Ding came to the door when he saw this scene.

        Qiao Huize's sword was flowing smoothly, and the sword flowers bloomed around him. Every move he made was extremely fast, and ordinary people could only see the shadows. But in fact, Qiao Huize's swordplay is fast but stable, how every inch of his muscles stretch, how his fingers grip the hilt, even the arc and posture of the sword swing, are all within his grasp, and without a hitch.

        Wan Ding stood at the door and watched with fascination for a long time. His family's father's lineage all practiced martial arts, but each generation learned different things, such as his grandfather practiced sword, his father practiced boxing, and now he is practicing sanda. After all, the times are moving forward. Now young people don't want to learn or can't learn those things of the older generation.

(TL* Sanda, formerly Sanshou, also known as Chinese boxing or Chinese kickboxing, is the official Chinese full contact combat sport.)

        Wan Ding's grandfather was also a famous local sword master. Just to say something rebellious, Wan Ding thinks that Qiao Huaize may be more powerful than his grandfather.

        Watching Qiao Huize dance with his sword was a pleasure. As long as the sword was in his hands, it was as if it became a part of him. No matter what the sword technique is, Qiao Huize always has a fairy-like aura.

        He is like a noble crane, always elegant, calm, and had an upright posture. Qiao Huize's swordplay is no longer a mere sword dance or martial art.

        It was art, art. Wan Ding tearfully thought in his heart.

        At the end of a set of swordplay, Qiao Huize's fingers slightly loosened his wrist, and the hilt of the longsword flipped over the back of his hand, Qiao Huize held the hilt with his backhand and then put it into the sheath.

        "Good, great!" Although he had been watching for years, Wan Ding could not help but applaud and welcome him.

        Qiao Huize turned his face sideways, Even after that round of action, there was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead. Qiao Huize looked up at the time, almost seven o'clock in the evening. He lowered his eyelashes and just wanted to pick up the glass of water on the ground next to him, but Wan Ding already had the good sense to hand him the water.

        "Thanks." Qiao Huize wasn't polite to him either.

        Their family that studies martial arts is basically very traditional, Wan Ding was brought up by his grandfather when he was a child, his grandfather practiced martial arts to teach students, so he was the little follower, running around by his grandfather to serve tea and pour water. He himself is used to it.

        Because skills like martial arts is like traditional opera, they pay attention to the acceptance of apprentices, The master should treat his disciples as sincerely as his son, and the disciples should respect the master as if they were filial to their father. Some masters don't accept money. The apprentice learns for nothing. Of course, he has to serve the master in return.

That's how Wan Ding started as an apprentice. His grandfather had a good personality. Although he is from a martial arts family, his character is quite good, very humble and polite, and it is all related to his grandfather's influence.

        In Wan Ding's eyes, this young man, who was a few years younger than himself, had the feeling of that like his grandfather. Wan Ding could not say, it is not only because Qiao Huize sword skill is high, but also because Qiao huaize's style and temperament also had the feeling of a master in the past, which made Wan Ding respect him involuntarily.

        "Mr. Qiao, today is New Year's Eve, do you not go home for the New Year?" Wan Ding asked.

        Qiao Huize shook his head. "I don't celebrate the holidays."

        Wan Ding then asked more questions, Qiao Huize was the same as two years before. He was a man whose identity was a mystery, who seemed to have no family, and Wan Ding didn't know where he lived. It was as if this man was really a highbrow who lived in the mountains.

        "Do you want to go back with me for New Year's Eve?" Wan Ding suggested, "My father and grandfather would all want to see you. My grandfather is eighty-seven years old and he was so excited to see your video that day, you two must be able to talk together."

        "Sorry, still can't." Qiao Huize said, "I don't like crowds."

        Wan Ding had to nod regretfully and could only watch Qiao Huize pack his things.

        When Qiao Huize changed his clothes and was ready to leave, Wan Ding said to him, "Happy New Year, sir."

        Qiao Huize's ice-pond-like gray eyes finally eased up a bit, and he nodded gently.

        "Same to you."

 

        ...

        When Qiao Huize came out of the convenience store, it was almost eight o'clock.

        This time, in addition to some of the young people playing outside, basically every household has been nestled at home to prepare for the New Year, the usual roadside stores that open until ten o'clock, at the moment are also basically closed.

        He lives in a apartment building on the outskirts of the S-city school. Because the university town of S City was merged into the city only in recent years, so the apartment building is basically uninhabited. This is a new city, so the locals live in the city center. The teachers and the students who rent houses are from other places. Now it's the new year, and they basically go home.

        A thirty-story building, only four rooms are lit tonight, scattered and far from each other, as if four islands in the dark.

        Qiao Huize did not care at all, he spent too much time on his own in his last life, he prefers silence to liveliness.

        When he entered the elevator, Qiao Huize clicked the button for the 30th floor.

        The elevator reached the top floor, and Qiao Huize entered his home.

        His house was basically undecorated, with simple white walls and wooden floors, no extra decoration. Although the house was a hundred square feet, there is no TV or computer in the house, only one bed, bedside table, two large bookcases full of books, and a display cabinet specially used to put swords. There is another table, two stools and a sofa in the living room, no more. Rather, the kitchen is still configured normally.