Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

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Stephen Chow stood up abruptly, cleared his throat, and said in an extremely exaggerated tone, "Hello everyone! My name is Stephen Chow, Chow as in Chow Yun-fat, and Star as in Stephen Chow! My hobby is to help the weak and fight injustice! My dream is world peace! I hope to become good friends with you all in the days to come!"

His glib and witty remarks drew laughter from several girls and boos from the boys.

He Min smiled helplessly, then looked at Long Yan: "Long Yan, what about you?"

Long Yan slowly stood up, without looking at anyone, but calmly put his hands together, bowed slightly, and said in a completely emotionless voice, "I am... Long Yan. Amitabha."

After saying that, he sat down again.

The class fell silent again. Everyone felt that this freshman was not only a devil, but a devil with a screw loose.

He Min didn't laugh. From Long Yan's offhand use of "this humble monk" and that Buddhist chant, she sensed a world-weariness and a wealth of stories beyond his years. Looking at his handsome yet unambitious profile, her curiosity gradually transformed into a strange urge to understand and explore.

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She felt that this boy must be hiding a world unknown to others in his heart.

After the class meeting, He Min tidied up her materials and prepared to leave. Suddenly, Xiao Sa Ge (Brother Xiao Sa) took out a small notebook and respectfully walked up to Long Yan.

“Brother Long…” he stammered, “Look, I’ve copied the first paragraph of the Great Compassion Mantra ten times. The handwriting is neat and there are no mistakes. Could you please take a look?”

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Long Yan merely glanced at it indifferently and nodded.

As if granted a pardon, the dashing guy ran off in high spirits.

He Min watched in stunned silence, finally understanding why Class F was so quiet. It turned out this mysterious transfer student had used Buddhism… to “reform” the class bully?

All of this fueled her curiosity about Long Yan to its peak.

She walked up to Long Yan's desk and gave him her gentlest smile: "Long Yan, could you come to my office after class? I'd like to talk to you and learn more about your situation."

Hearing this from the side, Stephen Chow immediately winked at Long Yan and mouthed, "There's a chance! He's going to woo the teacher!"

Long Yan seemed not to notice Zhou Xingxing's antics. He looked up at the gentle and sincere female teacher in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

"it is good."

A simple word filled Teacher He Min with inexplicable joy. Her smile widened, like the warm and bright afternoon sun. Little did she know that this seemingly ordinary teacher-student conversation would mark the official beginning of the tangled and complicated fate between her and this mysterious boy.

Chapter 235 Fatal Scissor Kick

As Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing's undercover career unfolds in a bizarre and dramatic way, their so-called "strongest supporter," Uncle Da, also begins what he considers a romantic and fantastical career as a school janitor.

At this moment, Uncle Da, dressed in a faded blue school worker's uniform and holding a large broom, was strolling around the corridor of St. Yuqiang Middle School with an air of importance.

His original task was to survey the terrain, keep an eye out for suspicious individuals, and provide intelligence for Zhou Xingxing and Long Yan.

However, Uncle Da's attention was soon drawn to other things.

"Tsk tsk tsk, truly a rare gem..."

His gaze was fixed on a female employee watering flowers in front of the registrar's office not far ahead. The employee was about thirty years old, wearing a well-fitting floral dress (size 730), with a full figure, a pretty face, and radiating the charm of a mature woman.

Uncle Da's long-dormant heart, which had been indulging in womanizing, was instantly ignited. He immediately forgot about the two "minor matters" of finding the lost gun and the sacred object. In his view, life should be enjoyed to the fullest, and chasing women was the most urgent matter.

He cleared his throat, deliberately swung the broom loudly, then cried out "Ouch!" and pretended to lose his balance, falling down at the female employee's feet. At the same time, he used the broom to gently "hook" her ankle.

"Oh dear! Miss, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it!" Uncle Da rubbed his aching back as he looked up, flashing what he considered his most dashing and melancholic smile. "My name is Cao Dahua, a new school janitor. May I ask your name, Miss? Would you do me the honor of inviting me for a cup of coffee to express my apology?"

The female employee was clearly startled by the sudden turn of events. She looked at the greasy-haired, lewd-smiling middle-aged school worker in front of her, her brows furrowing instantly, her eyes filled with disgust and wariness.

"What...what do you want to do? Are you crazy?!" she screamed, backing away repeatedly.

Uncle Da, however, didn't take it to heart, thinking the other woman was just shy. He struggled to his feet, pulled a slightly wilted rose from his pocket (he didn't know where he'd picked it from), knelt on one knee, and said in a theatrical tone, "Beautiful lady, please don't refuse me! Your captivating eyes, like fireflies in the darkness, illuminate my path! From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I'd been searching for all my life..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp gust of wind coming from behind him.

"Who is it?! Harassing Miss Wang at our school?!"

A sharp and authoritative female voice boomed out like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Uncle Da turned around and saw a thin, middle-aged woman in an old-fashioned tracksuit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with sharp, piercing eyes, standing behind him in a peculiar pose.

This person is the Dean of Students at Sheng Yuqiang Middle School, known in the underworld as the "Female Demon." Her signature "Deadly Scissor Kick" technique strikes fear into the hearts of all the problem students in the school.

"Are you the new school janitor?" The discipline director looked Uncle Da up and down, his eyes full of suspicion. "During work hours, instead of sweeping, you're here harassing female colleagues? What do you think this school is? A vegetable market?!"

"It's a misunderstanding, Director, this is definitely a misunderstanding!" Uncle Da quickly stood up and explained with a grin, "I just accidentally tripped and fell, and this beautiful... oh no, this Miss Wang was just trying to help me up."

"Is that so?" The discipline master sneered, her shrewd eyes clearly showing that she didn't believe Uncle Da's nonsense.

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Zhou Xingxing was walking down the corridor with a group of classmates, their arms around each other's shoulders, when he spotted Uncle Da in his predicament. Instead of helping him out, he whistled and shouted, "Wow! Come quick! The new school janitor was picking up girls and got caught red-handed by the discipline master!"

This shout immediately attracted the attention of all the students. The corridors and balconies were instantly filled with students watching the spectacle, pointing and laughing.

The discipline director's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. She felt her authority had been severely challenged.

"Well, you! Not only are you unrepentant, but you're also corrupting the school's atmosphere!" She pointed at Uncle Da's nose and shouted sternly, "Today, I'll show you just how sacred and inviolable the school rules of St. Yuqiang Middle School are!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly took a running start, leaped into the air, and crossed her legs in mid-air, like a giant pair of scissors, fiercely "slicing" towards Uncle Da's head!

"Deadly scissor kicks!"

Stephen Chow exclaimed in surprise from a distance, thinking to himself, "The teachers at this school are amazing!"

Uncle Da was terrified by this sudden and powerful attack. His rudimentary Wulong Temple kung fu was utterly useless against such a fierce offensive. He only had time to cover his head and let out a pig-like scream.

"what--!"

The expected excruciating pain didn't fully materialize, but his neck was instead gripped tightly by two strong, powerful thighs. The discipline master, in an extremely undignified position, straddled his neck, pinning him to the ground.

"Say it! Did you make a mistake or not!" The discipline master's voice came from above.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Director, have mercy!" Uncle Da's face turned red from being squeezed, and he had difficulty breathing. He could only beg for mercy repeatedly.

The scene was recorded in its entirety by the students watching on their phones and quickly spread throughout the school's internal forum.

The title is: "New school worker has a romantic story on his first day of work, but is punished by the discipline director with a 'chokehold'."

Uncle Da's undercover career began in such a suicidal, bloody, and tearful way. Not only did he fail to pick up any girls, but he also became the laughing stock of the entire school.

In the distance, Long Yan happened to walk out of the classroom and witnessed this scene. He looked at Uncle Da struggling on the ground, then at the laughing crowd around him, and for the first time, a very subtle look of helplessness appeared on his usually calm face, as if he were pondering "why is the world so complicated".

Chapter 236 Female School Bully Cindy

The power vacuum in Class F did not end with the "conversion" of the dashing guy. On the contrary, Long Yan's miraculous "enlightenment" methods, while shocking most people, also aroused the curiosity and desire for challenge of some belligerent individuals.

That afternoon, it was a tedious history class. The teacher was lecturing furiously from the podium, while the students below were dozing off in all directions. Zhou Xingxing was slumped over his desk, struggling to keep his eyelids open with a toothpick, fiercely battling with sleep. Beside him, Long Yan remained in a deep meditation, as if his soul had left his body and was wandering in the void.

Just then, a note flew precisely from the front of the classroom and hit Zhou Xingxing squarely on the head.

Zhou Xingxing woke up with a start, rubbed his eyes irritably, opened the note, and saw that it was written crookedly: "Newcomer, see you on the rooftop after school. —Dafei"

“Dafei?” Zhou Xingxing frowned. In the few days since he arrived at school, he had figured out the power structure of Class F. This Dafei was the leader of another evil force in the class, known for his ruthlessness. It was said that he also had an off-campus gang backing him up, and even Xiaosa Ge usually gave him some leeway.

Zhou Xingxing smirked and sneered. He was just looking for an opportunity to establish his authority by finding a troublemaker to facilitate his investigation, and unexpectedly, someone delivered themselves to his doorstep. He crumpled the note into a ball and made a provocative "throat-slitting" gesture towards Da Fei.

Dafei was furious at the newcomer's arrogance. He stood up abruptly, pointing at Zhou Xingxing's nose, ready to hurl insults.

However, just as he stood up, a piece of chalk flew over like a bullet with eyes, hitting him precisely on the forehead.

"Jiang Dafei!" The history teacher on the podium adjusted his glasses and shouted angrily, "Why aren't you paying attention in class? What are you trying to do by standing up? Trying to perform a moonwalk? Get out and stand there as punishment!"

Dafei suffered in silence, and could only glare fiercely at Zhou Xingxing before reluctantly leaving the classroom.

The storm seemed to have passed, but Zhou Xingxing knew in his heart that the grudge had been formed. He cracked his knuckles and thought to himself: "Little brat, wait until school's over, I'll show you the fighting skills of the Flying Tigers' elite. I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you."

As soon as the school bell rang, Zhou Xingxing immediately got up, ready to "take on the challenge." But as soon as he moved, Long Yan pressed down on his shoulder.

“Benefactor, your anger is too strong and will not benefit your cultivation,” Long Yan said calmly.

"Hey, monk, you don't understand." Zhou Xingxing stretched his limbs while giving Long Yan a "tactical lesson," "Dealing with this kind of person, reasoning with them is useless. The only way is to use an even harder fist to beat them into submission! That's called 'fighting violence with violence,' understand? Watch closely, today I'll show you what a professional is!"

After saying that, he swaggered toward the classroom door.

At the classroom door, Dafei and his followers had already blocked the way, their faces full of hostility.

"Zhou Xingxing, huh? You're pretty arrogant, aren't you!" Dafei said fiercely, rubbing his fist. "You dare not give me, Dafei, face? Today I'll teach you who's in charge at Sheng Yuqiang Middle School!"

Before he finished speaking, he and his henchmen pounced on Stephen Chow like a pack of hungry wolves.

Zhou Xingxing was not surprised but delighted. He assumed the standard police fighting stance, ready to put on a smooth and effortless solo performance. But just then, he felt a gentle breeze brush past him from behind.

Long Yan had silently appeared in front of him without him noticing.

"Classmate, when will this cycle of revenge end?" Long Yan said calmly as he looked at Da Fei charging towards him. "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"Go back to your mother's head!" Dafei was completely enraged by his rambling manner and threw a heavy punch, which came with a whoosh, straight for Long Yan's face.

Zhou Xingxing felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself that this pretentious guy was going to be in trouble.

However, what happened next almost made Stephen Chow and the entire class's eyes pop out.

Facing this powerful punch, Long Yan neither dodged nor avoided it. Just as the fist was about to strike, he leisurely raised his hand, striking first despite being behind, and with seemingly slow but extremely fast speed, extended his index finger and gently touched several acupoints on Da Fei's wrist, elbow, shoulder, waist, and knee.

His movements were gentle, as if he were brushing away dust for someone, without any trace of worldliness.

Then, something incredible happened.

Dafei's fierce charge came to an abrupt halt, and he froze on the spot. The next second, his body, as if implanted with a strange program, began to twist uncontrollably and rhythmically.

Sometimes he draws a circle with his left hand and a square with his right; sometimes he stands on one leg and jumps wildly on one foot; sometimes he suddenly does a split and performs a difficult gymnastic move... The whole set of movements is smooth and full of dynamic rhythm. Coupled with his face distorted with fear, he looks exactly like a top breakdancing king performing passionately on stage.

His henchmen behind him stared in disbelief, all stopping in their tracks, completely unaware of what had happened.

"This...this is...this is the legendary 'Restore My Beauty Fist'?" Stephen Chow stammered, feeling his worldview severely impacted.

“No.” Long Yan shook his head and corrected him seriously, “This is the ‘Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Fitness Exercise’, which has the effect of relaxing muscles and tendons and strengthening the body. I saw that this student’s blood circulation was not smooth and his muscles and bones were stiff, so I specially opened up his meridians to help him.”

As he spoke, he gave Dafei, who was frantically "dancing" awkwardly, a compassionate look in his eyes.

The whole class fell into dead silence, with only the "hoarse" sounds of Dafei holding his breath and fear, and the "crackling" of his joints.

Just then, a pretty girl wearing a tank top and shorts, with a hint of wildness in her eyes, stood up from her seat. Unlike the others who were afraid or laughed, her bright eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity.

She is Cindy, the female leader of Class F.

She looked at Long Yan with interest, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said in a challenging tone, "Hey, monk, that was pretty cool. What's your name?"

Long Yan turned his head, looked at the bold girl, and calmly replied, "Long Yan."

“Long Yan…” Cindy repeated the name with amusement, her eyes shining even brighter. She had no interest in muscular men who only knew how to fight, but this mysterious, powerful, and somewhat neurotic man had successfully aroused all her desire to conquer.