In the Apartment: My Cute Girlfriend

"You want me to play football? Then let me go first." Lu Ziqiao made a natural guess while looking at the field.

"No." The leading monk shook his head, wanting to see when Lu Ziqiao would guess his tragic fate.

"So they want me to guard the door? But they have to let me go first." Lu Ziqiao continued to guess.

"Guess again." The leading monk motioned Lu Ziqiao to continue.

"You can't ask me to be the referee." Lu Ziqiao said casually without caring.

But after seeing the monk's malicious smile, Lu Ziqiao shouted in shock: "You're not really going to let me be the referee, are you?"

"We're very close. What is the most indispensable thing in a football match?" The monk gave a hint and waited quietly for Lu Ziqiao's desperate answer.

"Of course..." Lu Ziqiao replied righteously, "The beautiful cheerleaders."

The monk stumbled and almost fell. This answer was somewhat beyond his imagination. When the other monks present heard this answer, they couldn't help but fall into fantasy, and some of them even laughed foolishly.

"I'm really impressed by you. You've harassed the female donors who came to burn incense many times. Do you know that our performance this week can't meet the standards?" The monk next to him complained dissatisfiedly. The team hated people who dragged their feet the most. If he didn't punish Lu Ziqiao, how could he lead the team in the future?

"This thing also has performance?" Lu Ziqiao was shocked. What kind of fake Shaolin Temple was this?

"Of course, if you don't meet the performance requirements, you can't learn martial arts. If you can't learn martial arts, you can't change departments. If you can't change departments, you will be kicked out when you are old and ugly, and there will be no bright future." The monk counted the rules one by one, painted a big pie, of course it was a plain pie, trying to brainwash Lu Ziqiao.

"Perhaps you truly aren't prepared, but you should know that there are countless monks in Shaolin Temple who are younger and more talented than you. If I were the abbot, I'd probably be the first to kick you out. I'm different from you. My superiors recognize and respect me, but what about you? After leaving Shaolin Temple, how are you going to find a job with food, shelter, and the opportunity to practice martial arts? So you have to work even harder."

The monk patted Lu Ziqiao's shoulder vigorously, as if he had high hopes for him and couldn't bear to see him kicked out of Shaolin Temple.

Lu Ziqiao did not answer immediately, because this long paragraph shocked Lu Ziqiao. He was actually being pua (emotionally controlled) in the workplace. Hadn't he even entered the workplace yet?

"Does the Buddha have a nickname?" Lu Ziqiao asked seriously after coming back to his senses.

"What's the nickname?" the monk asked curiously.

"Chairman of Lingshan Buddhist Culture Co., Ltd." Lu Ziqiao looked at the monk seriously.

"What a mess. Anyway, what we lack here is a football." The monk revealed the answer directly. He was too lazy to continue fooling Lu Ziqiao. Lu Ziqiao could not escape this fate anyway. It made no difference to him as a football player whether he took the initiative to become a football or became a football passively.

"What? Football? Are you kidding me? You actually let me be a football?" Lu Ziqiao looked at the monk angrily. If he wasn't tied up now, he would have to let this guy know what Lu Bu among men was.

"Anyway, you were caught by the abbot when you were harassing the female donor this morning. You will be beaten up by the eighteen bronze men anyway. It doesn't make any difference." The monk patted Lu Ziqiao's bald head indifferently. He was going to be beaten up anyway, so he might as well make use of the waste and entertain them.

"Bullshit, this is a matter of principle." Lu Ziqi shouted angrily, but it was obvious that the people present pretended not to hear him.

"Then what do you want?" the monk asked helplessly.

"At least get me a team of beautiful cheerleaders wearing sexy jerseys." Lu Ziqi expressed his wish with a serious face. Everyone present looked at him with contempt. How could someone be so lustful? Even Chen Meijia's face was a little distorted when she heard this.

"I really admire you." The monk shook his head. He really was a romantic ghost under the peony flowers. He ignored Lu Ziqiao and shouted to the crowd, "Kick-off."

"Hey, what's the kick-off? I haven't agreed yet." Lu Ziqi kept struggling, trying to escape this fate.

But it was too late. The monk kicked Lu Ziqiao with great force and sent him flying.

Zhao Haitang's inner monologue: "Dali, where is my Dali? You keep asking me why I showed up here? I am a key member of the Love Apartment after all, so I should have more roles. In this situation, I can't help but want to write a poem. Ah..."

"Rider Kick"

"what!!!"

"Don't show this kind of stuff until the fifth season." Yang Yu stared at the fourth wall and shouted, "Otherwise, I will have every reason to kill you."

Ok, let’s go back to Shaolin Temple (I’m not afraid, not afraid, not afraid).

Now the two-handed players enter the arena, namely the Bronze Man Team of the Eighteen Bronze Men on the left, and the Shaolin Team of the new generation of outstanding Shaolin youth on the right.

Eighteen incredibly strong bronze figures rushed forward at breakneck speed. They first performed a set of Arhat Fists in unison, then each took their own position and performed their own corresponding moves.

It is the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation, which can be said to be the most classic formation of Shaolin Temple. Through the mutual cooperation between the eighteen bronze men, they can deal with opponents who are far beyond their strength. If they cannot break this formation, they will eventually be trapped in this formation and be exhausted to death.

The Shaolin team encountered a big crisis right from the start. The captain of the Shaolin team did not respond in a hurry, but stepped forward and said something to the referee. Did he want to bribe the referee? But the referee this time was known as the most influential referee in Shaolin Temple for six consecutive years, and was known as the Thunder Hand whose hands and eyes were as fast as lightning.

"Beat it."

The referee blew the whistle. Why did he blow the whistle before the game even started? Let me follow the referee's perspective and see that he walked towards the Bronze Man team. He showed a red card and was actually going to send someone off the field. What on earth happened?

It turned out that there were more players on the field than the required number. In order to form a complete formation of eighteen bronze men, the Bronze Man Team actually sent out eighteen people. Now the Bronze Man Team is in a big crisis. This is a death before the mission is accomplished.

Now the Bronze Man Team has discussed and removed a few players who are behind, but it is useless. There are less than eighteen of them, so they cannot form the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation. The strength of the Bronze Man Team can be said to have been greatly reduced.

You can't say that. You can tell from the posture of Shaolin team that they are still very cautious towards Bronze Team. Even if it is one-on-one, the strength of Bronze Team should not be underestimated.