Extra - Ji Lu Wushuang - Training

Lu Qianqian did not answer Ji Wushuang’s question.

She simply stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

Ji Wushuang didn’t seem to care.

She glanced at her wristwatch.

"Warm-up. Ten minutes."

"Then, we begin today’s training."

Lu Qianqian remained silent.

She would use her silence to protest against Ms. Ji!

She wanted Ji Wushuang to know she wasn’t someone to be pushed around!

After completing the warm-up under Ji Wushuang’s guidance, Ji Wushuang took the lead in running.

Her pace wasn’t fast.

But it was as steady as a precision machine.

Lu Qianqian followed behind, gritting her teeth.

Less than a kilometer in, her lungs felt like they were about to explode.

Her throat burned as if lined with blades.

Her legs trembled, weak and unsteady.

She wanted to stop.

She wanted to collapse on the ground and tell this devil she was done.

But then she told herself—I refuse to admit defeat!

She fixed her gaze on the slender yet unwavering figure ahead of her.

A surge of unwillingness rose in her heart.

Why?

Why is this woman so strong?

And why am I so weak?

She wanted to be stronger.

At the very least, strong enough to keep up with Ji Wushuang’s pace.

That thought was like a spark.

A faint flame ignited in her nearly exhausted body.

She began adjusting her breathing.

Mimicking Ji Wushuang’s rhythm.

Inhale every three steps. Exhale every three steps.

She stopped thinking about how far was left.

She just focused on Ji Wushuang’s heels.

Step by step, she followed.

Sweat blurred her vision.

But she didn’t stop.

When the final kilometer ended, Lu Qianqian collapsed onto the grass.

She felt like she had died.

But she knew she had survived.

She had run five kilometers—on sheer willpower.

Ji Wushuang walked over.

Handed Lu Qianqian a bottle of warm water.

And a clean towel.

"You did well."

Ji Wushuang’s voice was as calm as ever.

But to Lu Qianqian, those four words sounded sweeter than any praise she’d ever heard.

She gulped down the water greedily.

For the first time, she felt an unfamiliar sense of fulfillment.

In the afternoon, Lu Qianqian, dressed in workout clothes, stood on the garden lawn.

Under the stern guidance of Ji Wushuang, she drilled through basic physical training.

Sweat soaked her forehead, her delicate face now pale, her legs quivering.

But her eyes no longer held the spoiled willfulness of before—instead, they burned with stubborn determination.

When Lou Mengling rushed back from Qingzhou, this was the scene she witnessed.

She couldn’t help but resent Ji Wushuang for "mistreating" her daughter.

But Lu Qianqian spoke first.

"Mom, it’s not Ms. Ji’s fault. I asked for this."

Leaning into her mother’s warm embrace, drawing comfort she hadn’t felt in so long, her voice remained firm.

"I don’t want to be a clueless doll anymore."

Lou Mengling froze.

Staring at the unfamiliar resolve—an adult’s resolve—on her daughter’s face, her heart ached with mixed emotions.

…

Over the next two weeks,

The Lu family estate transformed into a high-intensity, militarized training camp.

Every morning, a six-kilometer run—rain or shine.

Lu Qianqian went from half-running, half-walking,

To barely keeping up with Ji Wushuang’s pace.

Mornings were for combat training.

Ji Wushuang didn’t teach her flashy moves.

Only the simplest, deadliest strikes.

Eye-gouging, throat-locking, groin-kicking.

How to turn anything nearby into a weapon.

Hairpins, pens, high heels.

"Remember, your goal isn’t to defeat your enemy."

Ji Wushuang effortlessly locked a 1.8-meter-tall Lu family security guard in a chokehold, pinning him to the ground as she spoke.

The guard, sent by Lu Chenyuan as a "training partner,"

Now red-faced and humiliated, tapped the ground in surrender.

"Your goal is to create chaos—and a chance to escape."

"Attack with everything you have. Run like your life depends on it."

Lu Qianqian watched the burly man, helpless under Ji Wushuang’s grip.

Watched Ji Wushuang’s face, as calm as if she’d done nothing more than tie her shoelaces.

And for the first time, she truly understood what "strength" meant.

Afternoons were for wilderness survival.

In a training ground nestled in the northern outskirts of Jingzhou’s forests,

Ji Wushuang taught her how to navigate,

How to find clean water,

How to start a fire with the simplest tools,

How to distinguish edible plants from deadly mushrooms.

Lu Qianqian, a young lady who couldn’t tell rice from wheat,

Now learned to recognize the plants and trees she’d never noticed before.

She studied hard.

Because Ji Wushuang warned her:

"In the wild, every wrong bite could be your last."

Lu Qianqian groaned in exhaustion.

Every night, she felt like she’d been disassembled and reassembled.

Every muscle in her body ached.

More than once, she wanted to quit.

But whenever that thought arose, Ji Wushuang’s unwavering gaze would appear before her.

And so, she gritted her teeth and pushed on.

Her persistence surprised Ji Wushuang.

This porcelain doll had far more resilience than she’d expected.

Occasionally, Ji Wushuang would offer a few extra words.

"Your core is still weak. Do more planks."

"Don’t hesitate when you strike. Hesitation kills."

"This trap is decent. But the camouflage needs work."

These weren’t compliments.

Yet they became Lu Qianqian’s greatest motivation.

Two weeks passed in a flash.

Only one day of training remained.

That afternoon, Lu Qianqian was supposed to rest.

Lou Mengling had rushed over,

Bringing her daughter’s favorite sweets and snacks,

Hoping she could finally relax.

Everyone expected Lu Qianqian to sleep the day away.

Or book a spa day to soothe her exhaustion.

But to everyone’s surprise,

She refused her mother’s arrangements.

Instead, she changed into casual clothes.

Then, to Ji Wushuang, she said:

"Wushuang-jie, could you take me somewhere?"

"Where?" Ji Wushuang asked.

"Chunfeng Community."

Ji Wushuang was taken aback.

But she didn’t ask questions.

"Alright."

The car didn’t head to the city’s bustling shopping centers.

Instead, it turned into Jingzhou’s old district, stopping at a worn-down community.

The car parked in front of a community canteen.