Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

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Long Yan didn't even lift his eyelids when faced with Iron Eagle's seemingly fierce but actually weak and powerless fist.

He made no extra movements, simply standing calmly in place.

Just as Iron Eagle's fist was about to touch his body, an invisible, gentle yet vast energy naturally emanated from Long Yan's body.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

Iron Eagle felt as if his fist had struck a high-speed air wall, and a powerful, irresistible force rebounded back at him.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, screamed, and crashed heavily onto the lawn a few meters away, landing on his back in a sorry state.

Those henchmen who rushed towards Xiaolong and Choupiwen also met a bad end.

Xiao Long moved with lightning speed, weaving among the group like a ghost, delivering a precise chop to the back of each of their necks.

Without uttering a sound, the group rolled their eyes and fainted.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds.

The Iron Eagle gang, which was arrogant and domineering just a second ago, was completely wiped out the next.

The students who had been watching the commotion were all stunned and speechless.

This astonishing scene was witnessed by Annie, who was in the pavilion.

She opened her beautiful eyes wide in surprise, not even noticing the book slipping from her hands.

Her gaze was fixed on the mysterious "exchange student" who remained expressionless from beginning to end and who had scared away Iron Eagle with just a glance.

What a look that was... indifferent, profound, as if it contained the stars and the sea, carrying a maturity and composure completely out of place for someone of that age.

For the first time, Anne's heart skipped a beat because of a boy.

Chapter 214 Uncle Da's Guide to Chasing Girls

The overwhelming victory in the first encounter greatly boosted Pi Simao's morale.

Although he himself did not make a move, seeing Tie Ying's disheveled appearance still made him feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

However, the "strategists" of Wulong Temple were not satisfied with simply using force to intimidate.

In their view, to help Simao win the heart of the beauty, he had to take the initiative and show Simao's unique "masculine charm".

So, that very evening, in the Pi family's luxurious living room, the second "Woman-Chasing Strategist Team" operational meeting was solemnly convened once again.

"Force can only subdue the enemy, not subdue the woman!"

Uncle Da sat on the leather sofa with his legs crossed, holding a cigar (actually a chocolate bar) in his hand. He imitated the Godfather in the movie and said in a deep voice, "If you want that little girl named Annie to notice you, you have to make a huge impact on her image!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a jar of hair wax with an extremely old-fashioned packaging and a matchmaker's image printed on it from his bulging package.

"Look!" Uncle Da proudly held up the hair wax, introducing it with pride, "This is my secret weapon for picking up girls when I was young—'I Love Matchmaker' brand strong hold hair wax! With this, I guarantee your hairstyle will be as solid as a rock, rain or shine! Tomorrow, you can use it to style your hair into a slicked-back look like the God of Gamblers and go to school, I guarantee you'll seduce that girl!"

Pi Simao took the hair wax with some skepticism, took a sniff, and was hit by a cheap, pungent fragrance.

"But... Uncle Da, I heard that this hairstyle isn't popular anymore..."

"What do you know!" Uncle Da gave him a "you don't know your stuff" look. "Trends are cyclical, but retro is the only timeless classic!"

Another "strategist," Chou Piwen, proposed a different "romantic" plan.

“A good hairstyle isn’t enough,” he said, adjusting his sunglasses with an air of maturity. “You also need to know how to create surprises! I’ve heard that girls love small animals. Tomorrow, catch a frog and secretly put it in Annie’s desk. What’s that called? It’s called a romantic hint of ‘The Frog Prince’! When she opens it and sees the frog, she’ll think of the prince, and when she sees the prince, she’ll think of you!”

This logic... seems to make sense.

So, the next day, under the guidance of the two eccentric strategists, Pi Simao began his "charm display" plan with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

He first used that "I Love Matchmaker" hair wax, fiddling with it in front of the mirror for a long time, and finally managed to comb out a... indescribable hairstyle.

My hair was stiff and sticky from the hair wax, standing upright like hedgehog quills, and glistening with an oily shine in the sunlight.

He thought he looked very handsome and walked into the classroom with his head held high.

As a result, when he entered the room, the whole class was silent for two seconds, and then burst into deafening laughter.

"Look! It's a Super Saiyan!"

"Hahaha, Pi Simao, did you get blown up by a telephone pole?"

Anne saw him too. She covered her mouth in surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with barely suppressed laughter.

Si Mao's face instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

That wasn't all. Following his stinky plan, he secretly put the frog he had painstakingly caught from the garden pond into Annie's desk drawer during recess when no one was around.

The school bell rang, and Annie returned to her seat, reaching into her drawer to get a book.

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"ah--!!!!!"

A scream loud enough to pierce eardrums echoed throughout the entire teaching building.

Anne jumped up from her seat, her face pale. A lively frog croaked out of her drawer and scurried around the classroom, causing even more chaos.

This time, Si Mao became the laughingstock of the entire school. He felt like dying.

After school, he walked home dejectedly, feeling that his life was bleak.

"Hey, you with the spiky hair!"

.... . ....

A clear, melodious voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, came from behind.

Si Mao turned around and saw the eldest sister, Pearl, leaning against a red heavy motorcycle, a lollipop in her mouth, looking at him with a half-smile.

"I heard you were quite the big shot at school today?" Pearl looked him up and down, her eyes full of teasing.

"You...you stop laughing at me..." Simao's voice was barely audible.

Pearl stopped smiling, jumped off the motorcycle, walked to Simao, and suddenly reached out to press down the most prominent "spikes" on his head.

Her movements were somewhat rough, but her eyes were serious.

“Idiot,” she whispered, her voice very soft, “that’s not how you chase girls. Annie, the good girl type, doesn’t like your… flamboyant type.”

After saying that, without waiting for Si Mao's reaction, she turned around, got on the motorcycle, put on her helmet, and sped away with a roar, leaving behind a bewildered Pi Si Mao and his heart, which was beating inexplicably fast.

Chapter 215 Midterm Battle! Are you going to use peerless martial arts to cheat?

The "Frog Prince" incident was a complete failure, and Pi Simao's confidence plummeted.

He began to doubt his life, feeling that he might not have been born with the "chase girls" gene.

However, misfortune never comes singly; an even more severe challenge is quietly approaching—the midterm exams.

For a slacker like Pi Simao, who thinks about the school beauty during class and chases after her after class, exams are more terrifying than facing Iron Eagle's fist; they're a nightmare.

Looking at the formulas and words in the textbook that seemed like gibberish, his brain was completely blank.

"It's over, it's over! If I fail this time, my parents will definitely send me to Africa to dig for diamonds!" Pi Simao held his head and wailed in despair in his luxurious bedroom.

The "military advisor group" members regrouped urgently.

"What's there to be afraid of!" Uncle Da patted his chest, confidently declaring, "Exams are a piece of cake! Back in the day, I, Uncle Da, was a perennial champion in the exam hall!"

“Uncle Da, I remember Master said that you were expelled from the private school for cheating back then…” Xiao Long added expressionlessly from the side.

Uncle Da's face instantly turned a deep shade of liver, and he angrily retorted, "That...that's not cheating! That's called...that's called 'rational use of resources'! All's fair in war, understand? Simao, don't listen to him, Uncle will teach you a few surefire exam-taking tricks!"

Uncle Da's so-called special skills are nothing more than outdated tricks like writing the answers on his thigh or hiding them in his sleeve.

Pi Simao broke out in a cold sweat, feeling that it was better to just guess.

At this moment, the usually silent and arrogant Wen pushed up his sunglasses and spoke with a profound expression: "Idiot! Instead of using the unparalleled martial arts of our Oolong Courtyard, you're using those lousy skills. It's a complete waste of talent!"

His eyes lit up, and a meticulous and daring plan for a spectacular cheating scheme quickly took shape in his little head.

On the day of the exam, the sun shone brightly, but the atmosphere inside the examination room was somber.

Pi Simao sat by the window, his palms sweaty, his mind blank.

The proctor was a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, known for his strictness. He crossed his arms and had sharp, hawk-like eyes, scanning the examination room back and forth. No movement could escape his notice.

The exam bell rang, and the exam papers were handed out. Simao looked at them and his vision went black. The questions seemed familiar, but he didn't recognize a single one.

Just as he was about to resign himself to fate and use his "choose the shortest of three long and one short, choose the longest of three short and one long" magic, a small paper airplane silently glided in through the window and landed precisely on his desk.

Si Mao was overjoyed. Without making a sound, she unfolded the paper airplane, revealing that the first page was filled with neat handwriting containing the answers.

He looked up at the window and saw Huan Ji giving him a "good luck" sign on the rooftop of the opposite teaching building, while the witch Xiao Zhen next to him was playing with her nails with a bored expression.

It turns out that they were also pulled into the cheating gang by Chou Piwen, and were responsible for the "liberal arts" part.

After solving the humanities, there's still the headache of the sciences.

Just then, Simao felt something dripping down his head and onto the test paper—a drop of sweat.

He looked up in confusion, and was so shocked he almost cried out!

Suddenly, Xiaolong appeared, silently clinging to the ceiling like a gecko!

Using the "Gecko Kung Fu" technique from Wulongyuan, he clung tightly to the ceiling with his limbs, a pen in his mouth, and wrote furiously on a small piece of paper, writing down the answers to science questions.

At the other end of the exam room, Choupiwen, wearing small sunglasses, pretended to be playing in the corridor.

He used the lenses of his sunglasses to precisely reflect the sunlight streaming in from the window onto the proctor's bald head, creating shimmering spots of light that distracted the teacher and provided cover for Xiaolong's actions.

The plan is perfect!

Si Mao felt reassured and began to diligently copy.

However, accidents always happen unexpectedly.

Xiao Long had been hanging upside down on the ceiling for too long, and his strength was greatly depleted, with sweat dripping continuously from his forehead. "Drip...drip..." One of the drops landed squarely on the proctor's shiny bald head.

"Huh?" The proctor felt a chill on his head, touched his bald head in confusion, and muttered to himself, "Strange, it's a sunny day, why is the classroom leaking?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked up!

As he looked up, his eyes met those of a small dragon hanging upside down on the ceiling!