Love Apartment: South Wind Passage.

Chapter 604 Wrong, wrong, wrong, whose fault is it?
After Guan Gu and You You left, Zi Qiao began to teach Zhan Bo about the matters related to confession.

"Zhanbo, as your life mentor and spiritual guide, I will now officially teach you the secret technique of confessing your love to girls that they cannot refuse."

Zhan Bo looked at Zi Qiao excitedly when he heard that. If he wasn't a genius with an amazing memory, he would probably have taken out a pen and paper to start taking notes.

Even Xiaoxian took a few steps forward and stared at Ziqiao intently, not missing any details.

Ziqiao cleared his throat and said seriously: "Zhanbo, before you confess, you should try to show a certain temperament."

"What kind of temperament?"

"Melancholy."

Ziqiao said confidently: “A man’s melancholy is the most effective weapon of mass destruction against women. You need to be delicate and profound, and use every expression and every look of yours to make the other person speak from the heart.

"Yes I do!"

After hearing what Ziqiao said, Zhanbo forced himself to look at her with a delicate and deep expression of melancholy.

But in the eyes of Yifei and the others, Zhanbo is more constipated than depressed.

Ziqiao was speechless when he saw the look on Zhanbo's face, which looked like he wanted to shit in his crotch but couldn't no matter what.

"Zhanbo, the melancholy I'm talking about is not your kind...

"Forget it, think about Roberto Baggio, think about Del Piero, and Arnold Schwarzenegger."

"Schwarzenegger?"

Zhanbo was stunned: "Oh, his pectoralis major muscles are indeed quite melancholy."

"Don't talk nonsense, just follow me."

Ziqiao said as he clenched his fist with one hand and placed it slightly between his brows, looking as if he was deep in thought.

Zhan Bo followed suit, but his hand, which should have been clenched into a fist, strangely curled up into an orchid finger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Looking at this eye-catching scene, Yu Mo couldn't help but sigh: "Aunt Yuan really gave birth to a son and a daughter, a son and a daughter."

Yifei was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Xiaoxian explained in a sly way: "Yumo means that Aunt Yuan raises her son as a daughter and her daughter as a son."

"what?"

When Xiaoxian thought about it, he suddenly understood why Aunt Yuan always called him Xiaolian.

She really can't tell the difference between men and women.

"Quiet!" Ziqiao reiterated.

He waited until the four people standing aside and watching the show fell silent before he slapped Zhan Bo's index finger away.

"I told you to stop watching sad dramas with Teacher Zeng all the time. Look at what you have become."

Zi Qiao ordered, "Do as I say: Keep your head up! Discharge!"

Zhan Bo immediately started to pose and rolled his eyes.

"Forehead……"

Ziqiao frowned. He was about to start criticizing Zhanbo, but he was too embarrassed to dampen his enthusiasm for such a short period of time. He could only say against his conscience: "Now... they are basically similar in appearance."

"Zi Qiao, I think you should stop misleading the students here."

Yu Mo couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she walked forward, sat on the sofa, and patted Zhan Bo on the shoulder.

"Don't listen to Ziqiao. What's the point of saying that depression is the most effective weapon of mass destruction for women? That's ridiculous."

Yumo put forward a completely opposite view to Ziqiao's: "Girls nowadays like handsome men with a sunny and cheerful humor or wild and aggressive big wolf dogs. There is no market for melancholic handsome men anymore."

Zhan Bo raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Big wolfdog?"

He half squatted and grinned, blinking his eyes hard: "Do I have the talent to turn into a big wolfdog?"

"Forehead……"

Yumo smiled awkwardly: "If you stick out your tongue like this, you'll look more like a husky."

"what?"

"Forget it, Zhanbo. You should just go for the sunny, cheerful, humorous, handsome guy route."

She continued to give advice, "Listen to me, you should smile more in front of Wanyu and infect her with your optimistic and positive smile."

"Hey!"

Ziqiao listened for a long time, then said unhappily, "Yumo, are you trying to sabotage me?"

"What's the point of sabotaging others? I just don't want to see you misleading others, and the one you misled was Zhanbo."

Yu Mo said seriously, "Our Zhanbo finally mustered up the courage to confess his feelings, and I don't want him to be held back by some half-baked guy."

"Half-dangling?!!"

Zi Qiao was so angry at Yu Mo's words that he laughed. He pointed at himself and said, "You actually said I'm a half-witted person?"

Yu Mo blinked: "What's the problem?"

"This is a big problem!"

Just like the last time with Teacher Xian, what Ziqiao could not tolerate most was any threat to his position as the love king of the apartment, so he said angrily, "Please, Yumo, do you understand the charm of a melancholy handsome guy?

"Depression is a killer move to stimulate women's affection and awaken their sympathy and maternal instinct. I have used this move before and it works every time!"

Yu Mo sneered and said, "What era is it now? The melancholy handsome guy is no longer popular, and Zhanbo is not the melancholy type.

"Zi Qiao, these few tricks of yours can only appease the stupid girls in the bar. Do you want to teach them to Zhanbo to deal with Wan Yu?" Yu Mo sighed and shook his head. It seemed that he said nothing, but in fact he said everything.

"How come Zhanbo is not cut out for this? Hard work can make up for lack of talent, don't you understand?"

Ziqiao pointed at himself and said, “Besides, whether it’s Wanyu or the beauties in the bar, it’s a piece of cake for me.

"I'm an expert at picking up girls. Is there anyone in this apartment who knows girls better than me?"

Yu Mo blinked: "But I am a girl."

"SO?"

Ziqiao spread his hands and said, "Just because you are a girl does that mean you understand girls better than me? I have dated more girls than you have ever known, okay?"

“Is this something to brag about?”

Yu Mo was also a little angry at Zi Qiao's provocation: "Even if I don't understand other girls, I understand Wan Yu. I'm sure Wan Yu doesn't like melancholy handsome guys."

"Don't speak too soon. Wanyu has never seen any melancholy handsome guy, okay? If she hasn't seen one, how can you be sure that she will not like him?"

"Lu Ziqiao!"

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"Qin Yumo!"

The two men stared at each other with wide eyes, and their inexplicable quarrel really left Zhan Bo confused.

"Who should I listen to?"

"listen to me!"

Ziqiao and Yumo turned their heads at the same time and shouted to Zhanbo.

Zhan Bo was shocked when he saw this. Before he could say anything, Ziqiao and Yumo each grabbed one of his arms and pulled him over.

Ziqiao said: "Zhanbo, let me tell you, when pursuing a girl, you have to pay attention to the method and approach, and proceed step by step.

"It's like boiling a frog in warm water so that it won't escape."

Zhanbo nodded with sudden realization.

"wrong!"

Yu Mo said urgently: "Gradual progress is what you have to do before confessing. Confession is the charge for victory. What matters is that the whole army will attack as soon as the command is given. What matters is speed, and occupying the strategic high ground as quickly as possible."

Zhan Bo looked at Yu Mo, his originally clear eyes began to become cloudy, and black question marks seemed to appear above his head.

"wrong!"

Ziqiao was not accommodating to Yumo at all: "Yumo is talking about an ideal situation, where the person who is confessing needs to have strong confidence, on-the-spot reaction ability and execution ability. Zhanbo, you are a rookie who doesn't meet any of the three requirements, so you can only use a formulaic template to confess, so that even if you make a mistake, you can continue to make up for it according to the template.

"Let's take a step back. If you do as I say, even if you fail this time, you still have a chance to counterattack next time. But if you fail to confess your feelings as Yumo said, you will never be able to recover."

Zhanbo turned his head to look at Ziqiao, and after hearing what Ziqiao said, he trembled immediately.

"wrong!"

Yu Mo snorted: "The love field is like a battlefield. The chance for the two armies to officially fight each other may only be this once. Of course, we must directly attack their weaknesses and go all out to catch them off guard and make them completely defeated. Only in this way can we completely establish victory.

"It is a coward's act to say defeat before victory."

The expression on Zhanbo's face gradually became dull.

"wrong!"

Ziqiao sneered and said, "Love is a matter between two people, there is no need for battlefields and armies.

“Zhanbo, remember, love is like hunting. There is no evenly matched army, only the relationship between hunter and prey.

“As a hunter, the first thing you need to learn is not how to attack the prey, but how to hide yourself, so that even if the hunt fails, you can retreat unscathed or wait for the next opportunity to hunt.

“If you are discovered by the prey, the hunting relationship between you is likely to be reversed, and you may even get hurt.

"A wounded hunter is equivalent to losing the ability to hunt!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

……

[In his inner world, Zhanbo covered his ears in pain, while Ziqiao and Yumo each held a large loudspeaker and chattered at him. ]

[Faced with their two completely different statements, even though Zhanbo had covered his ears, he still became obsessed because he absorbed too much contradictory information.]

[Blood flowed from Zhanbo's seven orifices, and he finally fell to the ground unable to hold on any longer.]

[In the middle of Ziqiao and Yumo's passionate debate with loud speakers, Zhanbo, bleeding from all seven orifices, fell to his knees, raised his hands and looked up at the sky.]

【Oh my God, please tell me. 】

[Who should I listen to?]

　I'm coming

　　Pigeon solemnly declares that these two arguments are based on Ziqiao and Yumo’s personal thoughts and opinions, and do not represent Pigeon’s own thoughts.

　　If I were to ask what Pigeon thinks...I would choose to stand on Teacher Zeng's side.

　　It's too tiring to confess, so I'd better wait for a 1.65 meter tall, long-legged, fair-skinned, beautiful, gentle and rich young lady to confess to me. (It's time to dream now!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)