Love Apartment: The Most Reliable Person

In the Taekwondo Club, Hu Yifei looked at the twelve students who had changed into Taekwondo uniforms with satisfaction. Very good, they looked much more energetic than before.

"Well, now that you're wearing your martial arts uniforms, you all look like you're doing it, which is good. But who can tell me what these things are about?" Hu Yifei stood between the president and a female student next to him.

Looking at his masterpiece, the president said with some pride: "Coach, this is what we spent the whole morning working on. How is it? Isn't it great?"

Hu Yifei said, "I didn't realize you guys are so creative. Are you Hua Girl, Hua Mulan, or Hua Wuque? Are martial arts uniforms used for painting?"

The female student replied seriously: "Coach, we thought the white one was too monotonous, so we painted something on it."

Hu Yifei looked at their colorful clothes and smiled: "It's really a little bit. You almost painted all over your clothes. Now it's indeed not monotonous, but you two are dressed like Crayon Shin-chan, without any murderous aura. Are you practicing Taekwondo?"

The female student was a little confused: "Boss, why do we need to be murderous?"

Hu Yifei explained: "If a martial artist doesn't have murderous intent, how can he win in the future?"

The female student replied, "But Boss, shouldn't martial artists be more calm and composed? How can they show off their murderous intent?"

Hu Yifei patiently explained, "Little friend, you don't understand yet. Killing intent is very important for beginners like you. It can intimidate your opponent and easily lead to victory. Those who maintain a calm and composed demeanor, with restrained killing intent, are already masters among masters, like your coach. Do you understand? In other words, killing intent is a crucial condition for victory for you."

The female student nodded thoughtfully.

The president then asked, "Coach, what does it mean to win?"

Hu Yifei looked a little stunned. She looked at the president in confusion. "Why do you ask such a question? Aren't you the president? Have you never played a game?"

"Scoring! It's based on the placement of the strikes and the number of rounds. Don't you know that?"

The president looked around and found that everyone was almost in a daze. He shook his head and said, "Coach, we never kept score before."

This time it was Hu Yifei's turn to be bewildered. She looked at the students and asked incredulously, "Have you never kept score before?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

Hu Yifei didn't understand: "But if there's no scoring, what's the point of competitive sports? Look at basketball, football, table tennis. Isn't winning or losing determined by scores? I really don't understand how your original coach trained you."

"That's it." The president began to recall.

An old man with gray hair and glasses played the piano leisurely, and a group of students followed along in the chorus.

“Edelweiss, Edelweiss, meet me every morning…” It’s true, this chorus is sung really well.

Hu Yifei was so angry that she was shaking after learning the truth, but she still tried her best to suppress her temper and said in a pleasant manner: "But this is not Taekwondo at all!"

The president replied, "Our old coach said that we should treat Taekwondo as a form of enjoyment and enjoy every minute on and off the court. Therefore, this atmosphere is very important. We call this Freestyle. Coach, take a look."

Hu Yifei looked to the left and saw a group of students taking out a certificate from behind their backs. It looked pretty good.

The president continued, "These are the achievements our club has made in the singing competition. Coach, are you excited?"

Hu Yifei was indeed feeling quite excited, her whole body was boiling with excitement. Taking a deep breath, she raised a finger and said, "Listen, Taekwondo is a competition, and competition is all about winning. If you don't even know who the winner is, then who gets the trophy?"

The president thought for a moment and then gave his answer: "The trophy belongs to everyone who participated."

He spoke very well. All the students applauded him. He really deserved to be the president. He was very eloquent.

Hu Yifei staggered back two steps, doubting her life. Could it still be like this?

“As everyone knows, I, Hu Yifei, am a very gentle person, so I am definitely not a cruel coach. I never physically punish students, I only reason with them.

But now, you guys are forcing me to do this!" Hu Yifei was very excited. She couldn't bear it anymore and had to make some changes.

Hu Yifei stood in the center of the training ground, looking at the students who were forced to run and nodded with satisfaction. Is this what it looks like?

"The hellish training begins! Warm up with 50 round trips. No slacking allowed. Remember this, if you don't fight for your life now, your life will fight for you in the future. Remember this, from today on, only the victor can rest, only the victor can go to the bathroom. Get high! Turn your processors to Turbo Boost. Chest up, stomach in, head up. Go, go, go, everyone, get moving."

The president took the time to ask, "Coach, what is your definition of a winner?"

Hu Yifei replied, "My definition of a winner is simple: defeating the opponent fairly and squarely in the ring. If that's a bit difficult, then defeating me is fine. If anyone among you can defeat me, I'll let him move freely. How about that? Isn't it tempting? Does anyone want to challenge me?"

Seeing that no one responded, Hu Yifei had to continue: "Since none of you are talking, let me do it. From today on, our Taekwondo Club will be called the Aiwu Club. You all should shout it out loud." Hu Yifei pointed to the sign behind him.

But no one shouted out, because it was really embarrassing. At the critical moment, the president stepped up and asked: "Coach, do we really have to shout out? Is it okay not to shout? Or, can we sing it?"

Hu Yifei resisted the urge to kick him: "Stop talking nonsense, go back to the team, shout out the slogans loudly, let me see your fighting spirit."

A group of students shouted slogans sporadically, and the main theme was that they were lax.

Hu Yifei took a deep breath. She was beginning to doubt herself. Was there something wrong with her teaching method, or was it that these students were just here to have fun in the Taekwondo club and didn't take her seriously at all?

Forget it, let's just leave it at that for today. I'll try a different training method later. Hu Yifei encouraged herself secretly. Life is really not easy! Even a tough guy like Yifei has to compromise.

Let's turn our attention to the other side.

Inside the bar, Guan Gu and Zhang Wei sat bored at the bar, drinking gloomily. Finding a job was so difficult, and he didn't want to be deported.

Looking at Guan Gu who couldn't stop drinking one cup after another, Zhang Wei could only pat him on the shoulder and comfort him.

Guan Gu then remembered Zhang Wei and poured him a glass. He said, "Zhang Wei, I'm sorry, I was so drunk that I neglected you. Come, have a drink."

Zhang Wei wanted to clink glasses with Guan Gu, but Guan Gu started drinking alone again. Zhang Wei had no choice but to drink alone. You know what, the wine was quite delicious.