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Chapter 7
Bonnie dodged swiftly, her reflexes honed from years of practice. With a quick twist of her body, she landed a powerful punch directly to Milo’s chest.
He staggered backward, his eyes wide with shock, clearly not expecting such a forceful strike from someone so much smaller than him. The park around them was dead silent, the usual morning bustle gone, as if the whole world had paused to witness this.
“What a punch!” Orson shouted, his voice filled with excitement and admiration.
Scott stood, dumbstruck, unable to form words.
The elderly men, once skeptical, were now completely awestruck. They had sparred among themselves many times, but Bonnie had just applied her kickboxing techniques in a real fight—perfectly and effortlessly.
Kay’s disbelief quickly turned into frustration. “That’s impossible! She must have just hit him by accident!”
Kay was struggling to understand how a young girl could so easily best a fighter like Milo. After all, her grandfather had personally selected him from a pool of the best fighters.
“Milo, what are you waiting for? Attack!” Kay barked, her irritation mounting.
“Yes, ma’am!” Milo snapped, recovering from the shock of the punch. He quickly took a step forward, throwing a jab at Bonnie with all his might.
Bonnie smoothly blocked the punch, her body moving with quick, fluid precision. In an instant, she retaliated with a sharp knee strike to his ribcage.
Milo groaned in pain, staggering backward, clutching his side. The elderly onlookers gasped in awe at the devastating power of Bonnie’s strike.
“That knee strike must have hurt like hell!” one of the men muttered.
Milo gritted his teeth and growled in frustration, his muscles tensing as he charged toward Bonnie again. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how fast he moved, he couldn’t land a blow on her. It was as if she could anticipate every move he made.
In the end, Bonnie swiftly spun, delivering a roundhouse kick that sent Milo crashing to the ground with a loud thud. His body hit the earth, his limbs unable to push him back up.
The park remained silent for a moment, as everyone tried to process what they had just witnessed. The fearsome Milo, who had looked so formidable moments before, was now flat on his back, unable to rise.
Orson, his eyes wide with astonishment, slowly walked up to Bonnie, his voice full of respect. “May I know your name?”
“I’m Bonnie Shepard,” she replied nonchalantly, wiping her hands as if she had just finished a casual workout. “I’m not a kickboxing expert. I just do this for fun.”
Orson blinked in disbelief. The young woman in front of him had just taken down his best fighter with ease, and now she was downplaying her own abilities?
“What the hell?” Orson muttered, still processing what had just happened. He turned to Kay, his voice stern. “Apologize to Ms. Bonnie.”
Kay stood frozen, her mouth hanging open, unable to find the words.
“Apologize, Kay,” Orson repeated, his tone firm.
But Kay didn’t move. She was too stunned by what she had just seen. Bonnie was no mere girl—she was a force to be reckoned with. After a long moment of silence, she walked up to Bonnie, her expression shifting to something more genuine.
“Please teach me how to fight like you, ma’am!” Kay said earnestly, her eyes wide with admiration. She had completely changed her tone, no longer trying to discredit Bonnie, but instead looking up to her like a hero.
Bonnie was taken aback. Kay had gone from calling her a scammer to practically begging for her to teach her. It was a jarring shift in attitude.
“I want to be just like you!” Kay continued, her enthusiasm palpable.
Bonnie was taken aback by the sudden change in Kay’s demeanor. She had gone from a skeptic to Bonnie’s number one fan. It seemed that Kay had idolized strong figures like Wonder Woman and Black Widow, and now she saw Bonnie as someone who could match their power. It was strange to Bonnie, but she couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of pride.
Bonnie checked the time on her phone. It was already 8:00 a.m., and she was late for school. She sighed.
“If you’re interested in learning kickboxing, you can find someone else to teach you. I really need to go now,” Bonnie said, her tone polite but firm. She had no time to waste.
With that, she turned and started walking away. Kay watched her go, a determined look in her eyes.
“Get someone to look into her, but don’t let her know or cause any trouble,” Kay instructed Milo, her voice suddenly taking on a colder edge. “And the next time you see her, you treat her with respect, understood?”
Milo nodded, still rubbing his aching chest. “Got it, ma’am.”
Bonnie didn’t realize that Kay was now actively investigating her, but that wouldn’t be the last time their paths crossed.
When Bonnie arrived at school, it was already 8:15 a.m. She walked into Mr. Rios’ math class, feeling the heat of his glare as she stood in the doorway.
“You’re late again, Bonnie!” Mr. Rios growled, his voice dripping with frustration. “Is my class not good enough for you?”
One of the students raised her hand, speaking up for Bonnie. “I don’t think she did it to upset you, Mr. Rios. She’s always late for other classes too. Sometimes, she doesn’t even show up for days!”
This only seemed to make Mr. Rios angrier. “You’re old enough to understand that you should take school seriously, Bonnie. How are you going to graduate if you keep acting like this?”
Bonnie gave him a bored look. “Can I go in now, Mr. Rios? I’ve been standing here for two minutes.”
Mr. Rios fumed but didn’t resort to physical punishment. He tried a different tactic.
“Don’t sit down yet, Bonnie. Solve the question on the blackboard.”
He wrote out a system of equations with two variables—nothing too difficult, but not easy either. He assumed that someone like Bonnie, who had a history of skipping class, wouldn’t be able to solve it.
“Okay,” Bonnie said, walking up to the blackboard. She picked up the chalk and quickly wrote down the correct answer.
“Done.”
Mr. Rios blinked, his eyes going wide with surprise. The answer was correct. There was no way she could have gotten it right by accident.
“Solving all the other questions,” he said, trying to catch her off guard.
Bonnie glanced at the other problems, her face showing no sign of difficulty. Mr. Rios sneered, waiting for her to falter.
“What’s the matter? Can’t solve them?” he taunted, a small, mocking smile on his face. “This is why you shouldn’t skip class.”
Bonnie didn’t even flinch. She picked up the chalk again, solving all five remaining questions with ease.
“Done,” she said, stepping away from the board.
The class was silent as Mr. Rios stared at the board, speechless. Bonnie had just solved every question—correctly—without hesitation.
Frustrated, Mr. Rios tried one last test. “Okay, since you think my questions are too easy, why don’t you try this one?”
He wrote a much more difficult question on the board—an Olympiad-level math problem. The students murmured among themselves, recognizing it immediately.
“That’s an Olympiad problem! We studied this in the math club, but no one could solve it.”
Bonnie frowned as she looked at the problem. It was tough, but not impossible.
As the whispers grew louder, Mr. Rios stared at Bonnie, convinced she couldn’t do it. But as he watched, he couldn’t believe his eyes—Bonnie’s hand was moving across the board with confidence, her chalk dancing over the surface.
By the time she finished, the class was dead silent. Mr. Rios gaped at the blackboard, unable to believe what he was seeing. The problem had been solved—perfectly.
Bonnie stood there, cool and collected, her expression unreadable.
Bonnie’s abilities were beginning to turn heads in more ways than one. Her reputation was growing, whether she liked it or not. How long could she keep up the charade of being an ordinary student when everyone around her was starting to notice her extraordinary talent?