He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Upon seeing the man, Zhang Shumin's brows furrowed involuntarily. She shifted her position to the side, trying to keep her distance: "How I am is none of your business, is it?"

The man wasn't angry after hearing this; instead, he smiled and said, "How can it be nothing? I've always cared about you."

As he spoke, he reached out to put his arm around Zhang Shumin's shoulder. But just then, a large hand reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Ouch!" the man cried out in pain. He turned around and saw a young man standing behind him, staring at him with cold eyes.

"Who are you? What do you want?" the man asked angrily.

Zhang Beixing didn't answer his question. Instead, he forcefully flung him away. Then he sat down next to Zhang Shumin and said calmly, "I'm Zhang Shumin's brother and her bodyguard. You'd better not have any improper thoughts about her, or you'll regret it."

The man was intimidated by Zhang Beixing's imposing manner and dared not speak for a moment. The other classmates looked at Zhang Beixing with surprise, seemingly not expecting him to be so assertive.

Zhang Shumin breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her older brother had successfully thwarted her annoying friend. She glanced gratefully at Zhang Beixing and whispered, "Thank you, brother."

"No need to thank me, I'm your brother, protecting you is the right thing to do," Zhang Beixing said with a smile. Then he focused on his meal, ignoring the man.

Seeing that Zhang Beixing was ignoring him, the man realized he was out of luck and stopped bothering Zhang Shumin. The class reunion continued, but the atmosphere had become noticeably awkward.

After a while, the man seemed to want to regain some face, so he started provoking Zhang Beixing again.

"Hey, you say you're Zhang Shumin's brother, so what are you good at? You can't just eat, can you?" the man said sarcastically.

Zhang Beixing raised his head, glanced at him indifferently, and then said, "I know a lot of things, but there's no need to tell you. As for you, if you want to cause me trouble, just be direct and don't beat around the bush."

The man's expression changed; he hadn't expected Zhang Beixing to be so direct. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, since you put it that way, I'll get straight to the point. I heard you know the flying needle technique, is that true?"

Zhang Beixing was slightly taken aback, not expecting this man to know his flying needle technique. He nodded and said, "That's right, I know the flying needle technique."

"Haha, I thought you were something special, but you're just a circus performer." The man laughed, seemingly having found Zhang Beixing's weakness. "You know, real martial arts are nothing compared to your fancy moves."

Zhang Beixing wasn't angry. He knew the man was just deliberately provoking him. He calmly asked, "Oh? Then tell me, what should real martial arts look like?"

The man was taken aback, clearly not expecting Zhang Beixing to ask such a question. He pondered for a moment and said, "True martial arts must be able to kill with a single blow. Your flying needle technique is completely useless."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing simply shook his head. This man's understanding of martial arts was far too narrow; he only saw its surface-level destructive power, ignoring its deeper meaning.

“You’ve misunderstood,” Zhang Beixing said. “The true essence of martial arts lies not in how powerful it is, but in achieving the greatest effect with the least amount of force. The flying needle technique may seem light and agile, but every needle is precise and can play a huge role in critical moments.”

The man was speechless after Zhang Beixing's retort, realizing that his understanding of martial arts was indeed too superficial. The other classmates, however, looked on with admiration, surprised that Zhang Beixing possessed such profound insights into martial arts.

Zhang Shumin looked at Zhang Beixing with admiration, increasingly impressed by her brother. Not only was his needle-throwing skill superb, but his understanding of martial arts was also so unique.

"Brother, you're absolutely amazing!" Zhang Shumin exclaimed sincerely.

Zhang Beixing smiled and patted Zhang Shumin's head: "Silly girl, of course your brother is amazing. You must remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must believe in yourself and believe in your abilities."

Zhang Shumin nodded vigorously. She decided to learn from her brother and become stronger and more confident.

The man sat silently to the side, saying nothing more. He was deeply moved by Zhang Beixing's words and began to reflect on whether his understanding of martial arts was correct.

The class reunion came to an end, but Zhang Beixing's words were deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts. They began to re-examine their views on martial arts and developed a deep respect for Zhang Beixing.

Back home, Zhang Shumin was still immersed in her brother Zhang Beixing's wonderful performance. She looked at Zhang Beixing with admiration, eagerly hoping to learn more from him.

"Brother, can you teach me the flying needle technique?" Zhang Shumin suddenly asked.

Zhang Beixing was slightly taken aback, then laughed and said, "Silly girl, the flying needle technique is not so easy to learn; it requires a lot of hard work."

"I'm not afraid of hardship. I'm willing to do anything to learn the flying needle technique," Zhang Shumin said with a determined look in her eyes.

Looking at Zhang Shumin's determined gaze, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but feel moved. He knew that his sister had always been very persevering; once she made up her mind to do something, she would definitely stick to it to the end.

“Alright, since you’re so eager to learn, I’ll teach you,” Zhang Beixing said. “But remember, learning the flying needle technique isn’t just about showing off; it’s about mastering a real skill. So, you have to take it seriously.”

"Yes, I've got it." Zhang Shumin nodded vigorously.

So Zhang Beixing began to patiently teach Zhang Shumin the basics and essentials of flying needle technique. He started with the most basic needle-holding posture, and then gradually taught her how to control the force and precision. Zhang Shumin studied very diligently, practicing each movement repeatedly until she mastered it.

With the combined efforts of the siblings, Zhang Shumin made rapid progress. She quickly mastered the basic techniques of flying needles and was even able to perform some simple flying needle demonstrations independently.

That day, the brother and sister were practicing flying needle technique at home when they suddenly heard a commotion outside. They went out of the room and saw a middle-aged woman arguing with a young man.

"You thief, how dare you steal my wallet!" the middle-aged woman shouted angrily.

"Who said I stole your wallet? Do you have any proof?" the young man retorted dismissively.

The middle-aged woman, her face flushed with anger, pointed at the wallet in the young man's hand and said, "This is my wallet! It even has my picture on it! Give it back!" The young man, however, shrugged dismissively: "Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it's yours. Does it have your name on it?"

The middle-aged woman was so angry she couldn't speak; she knew she'd encountered a scoundrel. Those around her were whispering amongst themselves, but no one dared to step forward to help.

At this moment, Zhang Bei walked over, looked coldly at the young man, and said, "Give the wallet back to this auntie, or don't blame me for being impolite."

The young man glanced at Zhang Beixing, completely disregarding him: "Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in my business?"

Zhang Beixing didn't say anything more. He simply stretched out his palm, channeled his inner force, and gently pushed the young man. The young man felt an immense force strike him, which he couldn't resist at all. He was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Ah!" the young man screamed, feeling as if his bones were about to shatter. He looked at Zhang Beixing in terror, not daring to offend him in the slightest.

The middle-aged woman was also stunned by Zhang Beixing's actions; she hadn't expected this young man to be so capable. She quickly went over, picked up her wallet, and said gratefully to Zhang Beixing, "Thank you so much, young man. I really don't know what I would have done today without your help."

Zhang Beixing smiled faintly, "Auntie, you're too kind. It's nothing." With that, he turned and went back into the room to continue practicing his needle-throwing technique with Zhang Shumin. The surrounding crowd watched the siblings' retreating figures with admiration, as if they were two true heroes. After that incident, Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin's reputation in the neighborhood gradually spread. Everyone knew that the siblings were not only skilled in needle-throwing but also upright and helpful. As a result, many people began to ask them for martial arts lessons, hoping to learn some self-defense techniques.

That day, the brother and sister were taking a walk in their neighborhood when they suddenly heard hurried footsteps. They turned around and saw a middle-aged man rushing towards them, looking anxious.

"Zhang Beixing, Zhang Shumin, you're here! That's great!" the middle-aged man said breathlessly.

Zhang Beixing recognized the man as Uncle Zhang from the neighborhood and asked, "Uncle Zhang, what's wrong? Why are you running so fast?"

"Oh dear, don't even mention it." Uncle Zhang wiped his brow. "I just ran into a thief on the street. He stole my wallet and ran away. I chased him for several blocks, but I still couldn't catch him. Could you help me look for it?"

Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin exchanged a glance, then nodded: "No problem, Uncle Zhang, please take us to the scene of the incident."

So Uncle Zhang led the brother and sister to the scene of the crime. He pointed to a secluded alley and said, "The thief fled in this direction, and I chased him here but couldn't find him."

Zhang Beixing looked around and said, "This alley has many forks, the thief has probably already slipped away. But don't worry, let's split up and search."

After saying that, he assigned Zhang Shumin and Uncle Zhang to a group, while he went alone. They searched carefully along the alley, leaving no corner unchecked, looking for any trace of the thief.

After a while, Zhang Beixing faintly heard a soft sobbing sound. He followed the sound and saw a little girl curled up in a corner, crying.

"Little sister, what happened?" Zhang Bei walked over and asked softly.

The little girl looked up at Zhang Beixing and cried, "I'm lost, I can't find my way home."

Zhang Beixing's heart skipped a beat; he guessed that the little girl might be the thief's target. The thief probably saw her walking alone and took the opportunity to steal her wallet. So he asked, "Little girl, did you see someone run past with your wallet?"

The little girl nodded: "Yes, I saw it. That person snatched my wallet and ran away, and I couldn't catch him no matter how hard I tried."

Zhang Beixing's heart tightened; it seemed this thief was a repeat offender. He quickly comforted the little girl, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I'll help you find your wallet."

After saying that, he took out his phone and dialed the police, explaining the situation in detail. Then, he contacted Zhang Shumin and Uncle Zhang, informing them that he had found the little girl and had already reported it to the police.

The police arrived at the scene quickly. They patiently questioned the little girl and Zhang Beixing, and then began their investigation. After a thorough search, they finally found the thief in a secluded corner and successfully apprehended him.

After being apprehended, the thief confessed to his crimes. He admitted to stealing not only Uncle Zhang's wallet but also the little girl's wallet. The police took him to the police station for further questioning and processing.

Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin then took the little girl back to her home. The girl's family was extremely grateful for the siblings' help and thanked them repeatedly. Zhang Beixing and Zhang Shumin smiled and waved, indicating that it was what they should do.

At the police station, the thief was handcuffed to a chair, appearing somewhat flustered in the face of the stern-faced officers. The police began interrogating him, trying to understand his motives and the hidden circumstances behind his crime.

"What's your name? How old are you? What do you do for a living?" the police officer asked while taking notes.

"I...I'm Li Ming, I'm 25 years old, and I don't have a stable job," the thief stammered.

"Why did you steal someone's wallet? Don't you know it's illegal?" the policeman asked sternly, staring at him.

Li Ming lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "I know this is illegal, but I have no choice. My parents are both sick and need money for treatment. I can't find a job, so I can only try to find a way to get some money for their medical expenses."

Hearing this, the police officer frowned slightly. Although they had seen all sorts of criminals, they couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for someone who had turned to crime due to family hardship.

"Do you know that doing this won't solve the problem? You'll only get yourself into deeper trouble," the police officer said earnestly. "Besides, you're hurting innocent people who are also working hard to earn a living and support their families. Do you think what you're doing is right?"

Li Ming silently shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes: "I know I made a mistake, but I really have no other choice. I want to find a job, but I have no education or skills, so I can't find a suitable job at all."

The policeman looked at him, paused for a moment, and said, "You know what? There's no hurdle in this world that can't be overcome. Even though you don't have a degree or skills right now, you can learn. You can enroll in some training courses to improve your abilities. As long as you have determination and effort, I believe you can definitely find a suitable job and get out of this predicament."

Li Ming looked up, meeting the policeman's resolute gaze, and a glimmer of hope welled up within him. He had always felt like a failure, with no future or way out. But now, he seemed to see a glimmer of light, a possibility of changing his life.

"Thank you, officer," Li Ming said gratefully. "I know I made a mistake, and I'm willing to accept the punishment of the law. But I also hope you can give me a chance to reform." (End of Chapter)