The Kung Fu Granny Who Beat Up the "Chopstick Brothers", The Impatient Young Lady

Panting heavily, the middle-aged, balding principal finally managed to sprint from his office to the boys' dormitory where his mother resided—all within ten minutes.

"Huff…"

Standing outside the dorm room, the principal gasped for air, his breath ragged. The exertion of those few minutes had nearly matched his entire month's worth of physical activity. He had never pushed himself so hard in his life.

But he had no choice. Though he couldn’t fathom why the rich young masters of the school would dare provoke his mother—a woman who could effortlessly perform one-handed push-ups—he knew better than to underestimate her. In her youth, she had fought alongside Old Master Du, wielding weapons and taking down opponents with ease. While she wasn’t among the top-tier enforcers, she was far from someone an ordinary person could handle.

Taking on four or five men barehanded was child’s play for her. And if she had a weapon? The number of opponents she could handle would easily double.

As a result, the principal had never experienced a rebellious phase in his childhood. The moment he even considered acting out, one glance at his "gentle" mother twirling nunchucks with blinding speed was enough to clear his mind instantly. Any rebellious thoughts vanished on the spot.

Fortunately, things changed when Madam Du was born. Her influence shifted the entire Du family’s demeanor, and those under them followed suit, softening their ways. Gradually, the Du family’s once-shadowy businesses turned gray, and in recent years, they had fully transitioned into legitimate enterprises—openly displayed without fear.

With the family’s transformation, its members had to adapt as well. No longer could they engage in their old ways. The principal’s "gentle old mother" was no exception. As a senior figure, she had to set an example, trading her former life as a martial arts powerhouse for the unassuming role of a dormitory auntie in the boys' dorm.

No one would ever guess that this seemingly ordinary dorm supervisor was the mother of the school’s principal.

Though within Great Sea City Noble Academy, the principal’s authority was limited—even overshadowed by the student council led by Dongfang Zhixia—he was still the "official" representative chosen and endorsed by the elite families. His power was nothing to scoff at.

As long as he didn’t cross paths with the few formidable figures in the school, he could manage just fine.

Take, for example, the "shameless doctor" lazing around in the school infirmary. Truth be told, the academy had its own dedicated hospital—what was the point of a measly clinic?

These were young masters and misses, after all. If anything serious happened, their families would rush them to the finest medical care money could buy. Who would ever settle for a "shabby" infirmary?

Unless… the position existed solely because of Tang Yuyao?

The truth was, Old Madam Tang couldn’t bear to see her daughter suffer. After a fierce fight with Old Master Tang—threatening divorce just to stand by her daughter—the stubborn old man finally relented.

He had no choice. If he didn’t yield, his family would fall apart.

The Tang family’s wealth couldn’t compare to the Dongfang or Du families, but they excelled in other areas. To put it simply, several of the Tang sons held high-ranking positions in the capital—roles too sensitive to discuss openly.

Even in the political heart of the nation, the Tang family stood firm. Old Master Tang was a veteran of the battlefield, one of the earliest to follow the revolutionary leader. Though retired now, he was still addressed as "Chief" by many who visited him during holidays.

The old man was advanced in years—his eldest son was around Dongfang Zhan’s age, if not a year or two older—and currently held office in a key district of the capital.

His second son served in the Western Military District as a major general. In peacetime, promotions to lieutenant general were rare; none had been granted in the nation for years. Rumor had it that a new batch would be promoted this year, and if true, the second son was certain to be among them.

There were a few other sons scattered about, and finally, there was Tang Yuyao—the youngest and most cherished.

Born late in life, Tang Yuyao was doted on by Old Madam Tang, treated as the family’s precious jewel. The girl was obedient, making her all the more beloved. But a few years ago, she clashed with Old Master Tang over marriage and stormed out to make her own way.

She cut off all financial ties, even snapping her bank cards in defiance—a bold move, though she later regretted it. Why had she put on such a show? She should’ve drained those accounts dry instead!

After the argument, Tang Yuyao left. Her brothers tried to persuade her, but to no avail. When she struggled working at a hospital, Old Madam Tang’s heart ached. She fought Old Master Tang again, threatening divorce so fiercely that all their sons rushed home to mediate. Only then did the old man compromise.

But this "compromise" was more like a full surrender—call it "retreating a hundred million steps."

Ahem… In short, any demand was met. He had no choice. If he didn’t yield, his family would shatter. At his age, who’d have expected such drama? Sigh…

Under Old Madam Tang’s arrangements, Tang Yuyao "coincidentally" landed the cushy job as the school’s idle infirmary doctor. As the principal, he was well aware of these "inside details."

The more inconspicuous the position, the more tangled the connections behind it. His role as principal was a precarious one—one wrong move, and he’d be on the receiving end of an elbow strike.

Thankfully, his "gentle old mother" wasn’t to be trifled with. Backed by the towering Du family…

As everyone knew, the Du family rose from the "shadows," renowned for their loyalty. They never abandoned their own, standing united against all threats. No one dared provoke them.

What might start as a minor scuffle—like playing cards—could escalate instantly if the Du family got involved. Imagine tossing out a three, only for them to respond with a royal flush before charging in with their enforcers, shouting about turning someone into "minced meat." Who could handle that?

As long as he followed proper procedures, the principal could stand firm!

Having sorted his thoughts, the balding middle-aged principal prepared to head upstairs when he suddenly noticed a black car parked nearby.

"Hm?"

Driving near student-heavy areas was strictly prohibited—unless you belonged to one of the select few families.

Anyone bold enough to flout the rules was clearly no ordinary figure. More importantly, the car looked familiar… Ah, right. It belonged to the Shen family.

The principal’s eyes widened.

"Young Mistress?!"

He sucked in a sharp breath before scurrying over eagerly, ready to greet the young lady.

Under the influence of his "kindly old mother," the principal also addressed the young lady as "Young Master"—or rather, everyone from the Shen and Du families had to call her that to adhere to tradition.

Though... Shen Qinghan absolutely despised the title. Everyone calling her "Young Master" made her feel like some kind of gangster, with her as the ringleader.

But since it was a family rule passed down through generations, the young lady ultimately couldn't win against a certain Madam Du on this matter. The title "Young Master" had stuck with her since childhood.

Everyone around her called her "Young Master"—except for one person, who still referred to her as "young lady"...

"Heh heh, Young Master, it's me! Do you remember? Last year at the family gathering, I gave you..."

The principal approached the car, fawning and rubbing his hands like a fly for a good while before realizing halfway through his sentence that the car seemed empty.

The rear door was open, but the seat was vacant. The young lady was nowhere to be seen, and even her bodyguard hadn't returned.

After checking the surveillance footage, it turned out the young lady had already made her way toward the student council office on her own, leaning on her small cane. Her face was cold as usual, but her eyes, usually calm, now seemed to churn with turbulent waves.

"She's not here? Could it not be the Young Master after all?"

A giant question mark popped up over the principal's head as he scratched his thinning hair. After wandering around fruitlessly, he finally remembered his "kindly old mother" and hurried inside.

Upstairs.

Li Yong's summoned lackeys had all arrived, crowding the dormitory doorway.

"Brother Yong, who messed with you?" A group of identical-looking "chopstick brothers," like Mario clones, chimed in unison at the door.

Still clutching his chest on the floor, Li Yong saw his reinforcements and immediately scrambled up, reassuming his tough-guy demeanor before glaring at the "kung fu granny" writhing and wailing on the ground.

"Listen here, granny, I'm giving you one last chance to apologize. Otherwise, don't blame me for not holding back!"

Li Yong sneered arrogantly.

The female bodyguard nearby frowned and stepped in front of the Du family's "elder," shielding her. Dealing with these third-rate rich kids wouldn't be a problem for her—but the aftermath would be troublesome.

She could definitely take them down, but the issue was she couldn't. Every one of these "chopstick brothers" was some family's precious gem. Beating them up would cause serious repercussions.

The best she could do was restrain them.

"Girl, step aside." The dorm auntie, still playing the victim on the floor, grabbed the younger woman blocking her.

The bodyguard hesitated, not quite understanding, but complied and moved away.

In an instant, the "helpless" dorm auntie sprang up with a carp's leap, cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders with a series of sharp pops. She flexed her fingers into fists—more crisp cracks echoing—before pointing dismissively at the seven or eight "chopstick brothers" outside.

"Come at me together."

"Damn, this old hag's got some nerve! Brothers, let's teach her a lesson!" The lead rich kid's veins bulged as he charged.

"HYAH!"

The dorm auntie launched into the air, spinning mid-flight before delivering a charged "Leo Kick" straight into the chest of the first guy who'd threatened her. The others behind him toppled like dominoes.

When they came to, the group stared in horror at the kung fu granny. Nobody had warned them she'd be this tough!

Scrambling up, they bolted for the exit—but the granny was faster. She lunged like a specter, grabbing two by their hair and smashing their heads together.

THUD!

Two "chopstick brothers" rolled their eyes back and collapsed without so much as a whimper. The survivors sprinted faster, wishing they had extra legs. Run for your lives!!!

"HYAH!!!"

The remaining boys nearly wept at the dorm auntie's battle cry before their eyes rolled up and they passed out cold.

After mopping up the "chopstick brothers," the dorm auntie dragged them back like trash and dumped them at the doorway.

Inside the dorm, Li Yong broke into a cold sweat, gulping as he attempted to intimidate her.

"My father is Li Erhe! You can't just—"

"HYAH!"

"AAAGH—"

Li Yong's scream cut short as he slumped into silence.

"Go on, girl. Take this mediocre-looking one down to the Young Master. I'll handle fetching the Young Master's boyfriend—saves time so she won't have to wait." The dorm auntie tossed the unconscious Li Yong to the bodyguard.

Bodyguard: "..."

The bodyguard's awe remained unshaken. This... is what a true veteran looks like!

The sheer brutality of her moves—every strike lethal—was beyond anything they'd ever trained for.

As the dorm auntie began cleaning up, hauling the seven or eight "chopstick brothers" outside, she ran straight into the flustered principal rushing upstairs.

The principal gaped at the lineup of swollen, unconscious students, then at his "kindly old mother"—her dragon tattoos, pumped-up muscles, and bloodied fists radiating raw power.

"Uh... Mom, didn't you say..."

Mother and son locked eyes in awkward silence until the bald principal finally spoke up, hesitating.

Without a word, the dorm auntie set down her human haul, then flopped onto the floor, howling.

"Oww, my head! My legs! My poor old back...!"

"Woe is me! My own child won't even care that his mother's been beaten half to death! WAAAAH—"

Principal: "..."

Meanwhile, elsewhere...

Shen Qinghan hobbled along with her cane, finally reaching the student council office.

The receptionist jumped at the sight of her, stammering nervously.

"U-um..."

"Take me to your president," Shen Qinghan stated flatly.

"B-but the president is currently—" The girl shrank back.

"I said, take me to your president."

Her voice didn't rise, but the repetition carried finality.

Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes, her voice eerily calm, yet it exerted a terrifying, mountain-like pressure on the girl before her, leaving the poor girl pale-faced and on the verge of tears.

"Wuwuwu... I-I understand, wuwu..."

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she could only agree to lead Shen Qinghan to the person she sought, all while silently apologizing in her heart... Wuwu, President, I'm so useless, wuwu...

Upstairs.

Tap, tap, tap.

The young mistress, guided by the girl, arrived at the floor where Dongfang Zhixia's office was located. The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, growing steadily closer...