Rebirth: Illuminating a Brilliant Life

The school's notice about enrolling students in extracurricular classes caused a stir on campus. Students excitedly crowded around the registration area, chattering excitedly about the programs they wanted to participate in, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Su Xuan stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, a faint smile on her lips, watching her classmates' enthusiastic expressions. Her friends knew of her deep-seated passion for literature. In everyone's memory, Su Xuan was always engrossed in a book, whether during breaks or on her way home from school, immersed in the world of beautiful or profound words. She could often be seen in a corner of the library, like a lone explorer sailing the ocean of literature, greedily absorbing the wisdom and emotions within its pages.

So when the registration results came out, everyone was taken aback. Su Xuan, whom everyone regarded as a literary prodigy, had actually chosen Taekwondo. This news was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples among the students.

In fact, Su Xuan's decision was not made on a whim. Whenever she immersed herself in literary creation and reading for a long time, she could feel an invisible pressure, as if the words, while giving her strength, were also gradually confining her to a narrow mental space. Taekwondo, that energetic and powerful sport, held a unique attraction for her.

Stepping into the Taekwondo training room for the first time, Su Xuan was immediately captivated by the vibrant atmosphere. The gleaming floor, the surrounding mirrors, and the colorful training equipment all exuded a unique charm. The coach's powerful commands and the students' passionate shouts mingled together, creating an inspiring melody.

During training, Su Xuan experienced an unprecedented challenge. Every kick and punch required engaging every muscle in her body, and the feeling of power erupting from deep within her captivated her. Her skin was soaked with sweat, and her hair was damp, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter. Unlike the subtlety and restraint of her literary creations, in Taekwondo, she found a new way to express herself.

Moreover, Taekwondo possesses its own unique spiritual essence. Through repeated training and sparring, Su Xuan learned resilience, self-discipline, and respect. She discovered that this spirit resonated with the depth and power conveyed in literature. Overcoming difficulties in training felt like breaking through a creative bottleneck in literary work, bringing her immense satisfaction.

Although those around her were surprised by her choice, Su Xuan knew it was part of her growth. She found a balance between the seemingly disparate worlds of literature and taekwondo, which were like two important branches on the tree of her life, supporting her as she grew toward a wider sky.

Su Xuan stood in the center of the taekwondo training room, her eyes revealing an unprecedented determination. Looking at her classmates training around her, her thoughts drifted back to her unforgettable past life.

It was an ordinary evening, the city streets bathed in the orange-red glow of the setting sun. She was walking home as usual, her bag containing half a year's salary slung over her shoulder. Completely absorbed in relaxing after get off work, she was oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from a side alley. Before she could react, the person forcefully grabbed her bag. She instinctively struggled, but the other person was too strong. In the struggle, she fell to the ground, scraping her hands and feeling a sharp pain in her knee. The robber disappeared down the street with her bag, leaving her sitting helplessly on the ground, surrounded by hurried passersby who offered no help. In that instant, fear, anger, and despair intertwined, enveloping her in a blanket of darkness.

From that moment on, that sense of powerlessness was deeply etched into her soul. After her rebirth, when Su Xuan learned that the school was offering extracurricular classes, she chose Taekwondo without hesitation. She knew this wasn't a casual decision, but an opportunity to rewrite her destiny.

During her Taekwondo training, she imagined every kick as a way of repelling potential danger. She would practice her side kick repeatedly in the morning sunlight, feeling the stretching and contraction of her leg muscles, striving for precision and power in every movement, as if only in this way could she dispel the lingering fear from a past life. When the coach explained the key points of the movements, she always listened intently, not missing a single detail; her focused expression was as if she were guarding the most important thing in her life.

During sparring, despite being hit by her opponent and experiencing pain, she never backed down. She saw every collision as a struggle against fate, and every time she fell and quickly got up, it was a farewell to her helpless past self. Those bruises and scars were not signs of pain in her eyes, but badges of honor for growth. She knew that only through these trials could she truly become strong.

Su Xuan gradually grasped the spirit of Taekwondo through training. Respect for her opponent taught her to respect everyone in life and to understand that relationships require equality and tolerance. Unwavering perseverance prevented her from giving up easily when facing training difficulties and enabled her to forge ahead in the face of life's setbacks. Self-discipline taught her self-restraint, maintaining a high degree of self-awareness in both training time and daily habits. These spiritual gains, like brilliant starlight, illuminated her path in life after her rebirth.

She wasn't just learning a martial art; she was reshaping her life. Every drop of sweat she shed on the training field was preparation for potential future dangers. She was determined to become someone capable of protecting herself, to prevent the tragedies of her past life from repeating themselves. For her, Taekwondo had become a faith, a source of strength that propelled her to greatness.

Su Xuan stood by the glass wall of the taekwondo training room, looking out at the familiar campus path, her heart filled with disappointment. During this time, she had been sweating profusely in taekwondo training, and her classmates had come to watch her train, cheering her on. Those smiling faces warmed her heart amidst the hard work. However, Meng Jiawei had never appeared.

During each training break, Su Xuan would unconsciously glance towards the entrance of the training room, a glimmer of expectation flashing in her eyes. But that expectation would always fade away after searching in vain among the crowd. She knew that Meng Jiawei was still chatting and laughing with other classmates at school, discussing books in the library, and playing ball together on the playground. Those scenes were like thorns, piercing her heart.

She recalled the days she and Meng Jiawei discussed literature, sunlight streaming through the window onto them. They would argue heatedly over differing interpretations of a plot or character, only to burst into laughter at new points of agreement. Those times were so beautiful, like precious jewels embedded deep in her memory. But now, his absence plunged Su Xuan into deep self-doubt.

Had her recent decision to pursue Taekwondo and abandon her literary pursuits disappointed him? Or had she unintentionally done something wrong to anger him? Various thoughts flashed through Su Xuan's mind, each possibility weighing heavily on her heart. She tried to inquire about Meng Jiawei from other classmates, but all she received were trivial details, leaving her even more confused.

Countless nights, Su Xuan lay in bed, gazing at the starry sky outside the window, thinking of Meng Jiawei. They had once been so like-minded, as if their souls were in perfect harmony. But now, this sense of estrangement was like an insurmountable chasm between them. She even felt that perhaps Meng Jiawei intended to break off their friendship. Once this thought arose, it haunted her like a nightmare, preventing her from finding peace even in her dreams.

During training, Su Xuan would get distracted and get hit by her opponent; the physical pain couldn't compare to the sorrow in her heart. She desperately wished that Meng Jiawei would suddenly appear before her, like before, with that familiar smile, and chat with her about her recent life, about literature, or even just a simple greeting. But as the days passed, Meng Jiawei still didn't appear, and Su Xuan's heart sank deeper and deeper into an icy abyss of waiting.

During the time Su Xuan devoted herself to Taekwondo training, Meng Jiawei's inner world was like a turbulent ocean, with emotions rising and falling, so complex that he himself was somewhat at a loss.

At first, when Meng Jiawei learned that Su Xuan had chosen Taekwondo, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He had always thought that Su Xuan would be like him, forever immersed in the world of literature, their shared paradise. He was somewhat surprised, even vaguely feeling that Su Xuan's decision was a betrayal, a betrayal of the beautiful memories they had shared. The moment this thought surfaced, he was startled by himself—how could he think of Su Xuan like that? But this feeling, like a weed, took root in his heart.

As time went by, classmates flocked to watch Su Xuan train, and upon returning, they would excitedly discuss her impressive performance on the training field. Every time Meng Jiawei heard this, a strange feeling would well up inside him. He was both happy that Su Xuan was excelling in her new field and felt an inexplicable sense of loss. He felt that Su Xuan was drifting further and further away from him; the girl who had once swum alongside him in the ocean of literature was now shining brightly in another world, while he seemed only able to stand on the shore and watch from afar.

He often reminisced about his time with Su Xuan when he was alone. Those afternoons, sunlight filtering through dappled leaves, casting shadows on them, the two of them arguing heatedly over a sentence in a novel, only to smile at each other afterwards. Back then, their eyes met with unspoken understanding and tacit agreement. But now, he feared that understanding had vanished completely. He thought, perhaps Su Xuan had found new companions in Taekwondo, sharing common training goals and passion, while he had become dispensable in her new life.

Whenever he passed the taekwondo training room, his steps would slow. He longed to go in and watch Su Xuan train, even if only for a fleeting glance. But his pride and a nameless fear held him back. He feared that Su Xuan's eyes would no longer hold the same passion when she saw him, that their recent distance would create an awkward atmosphere between them. He didn't know how to deal with the potential coldness, nor how to rekindle their intimacy.

Several times, he saw Su Xuan in his dreams. In his dreams, Su Xuan was still the girl holding a book, sharing her thoughts with him. Upon waking, he would stare blankly at the empty ceiling, his heart filled with longing for Su Xuan. He realized that his feelings for Su Xuan had far exceeded the realm of friendship; these feelings had intensified after Su Xuan chose Taekwondo, causing him even more pain. He began to blame his own cowardice; why couldn't he approach her with the same openness as before?

However, when he chatted and laughed with other classmates on campus, he would deliberately suppress his longing for Su Xuan. He didn't want others to see his vulnerability, and even more so, he didn't want Su Xuan to know how conflicted he was about her. He felt ridiculous for being so cowardly in the face of love. He struggled constantly between reason and emotion, telling himself one moment that he should put aside his pride and see Su Xuan, and the next moment he was dominated by his inner fear. This contradictory state of mind was almost driving him crazy.