Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

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"Reporting to Inspector Wong, Officer Tsao Tat-wah, PC667, from the Major Crimes Unit Support Team, reporting for duty!"

When Inspector Wong saw him, his headache worsened: "Cao Da... Oh, Uncle Da, right? What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to go to the logistics department to check the warehouse?"

This Uncle Da is none other than Uncle Da from the Oolong Temple. His real name is Cao Dahua. In his youth, he was an uneducated and lazy man, so his family sent him to the Oolong Temple to learn martial arts. However, he was lazy, gluttonous, and cunning, and was expelled from the school by Master Changmei in a fit of anger. Later, by chance, he passed the police exam and spent more than twenty years in the police force, becoming a cowardly, lecherous, and greedy old fox who always managed to escape danger through sheer luck.

"Reporting, Sir," Uncle Tat stood at attention and saluted, but accidentally strained his back, wincing in pain. "I heard that the regional headquarters recently lost a Chief Superintendent's .38 caliber pistol. This is a huge case! As a member of the police force, I am extremely worried and unable to sleep at night. I have come here specifically to request to join the task force and share the burden of the police force!"

Stephen Chow rolled his eyes, thinking to himself: You just want to get credit, don't you?

Looking at the two "hidden dragons and phoenix chicks" before him—one a troublemaker, the other a good-for-nothing—a sudden inspiration struck him. He took a top-secret file from his drawer and tossed it onto the table.

"Alright! Since you're so enthusiastic, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourselves." A devilish smile curled at the corner of Inspector Wong's lips. "According to our informant, the suspect in this missing gun case is a student hiding in St. Yuk Keung Secondary School in Kowloon. It's a notorious no-man's-land, a place where all sorts of people mingle."

He pointed at Stephen Chow: "You, starting tomorrow, will be a transfer student at St. Yuk Keung Middle School. Your mission is to find the gun!"

"What? I'm going to be a student?" Stephen Chow's jaw almost dropped. "Sir, I'm already twenty-eight this year. Look at my weathered face, how do I look like a student?"

"It has to look like it, whether it's similar or not!" Inspector Wong said firmly. "That's an order!"

He then turned to Uncle Da, his eyes becoming even more playful: "Uncle Da, you said you're burning with worry, right? I recently found out that last month you used the police force's internal network to check the measurements of 'Miss Asia' contestants eighteen times, and you also owe the Lisboa Casino in Macau 730 yuan in gambling debts. Tell me, what if I send all this stuff to your wife…"

Uncle Da's face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat poured down his face: "Sir! No, sir! I have an eighty-year-old mother to support, and babies crying for milk... goldfish! If my wife finds out, she'll chop me up and feed me to the goldfish!"

"Very good." Inspector Wong nodded in satisfaction. "Your task is to work as a school janitor at St. Yuk Keung Secondary School, working from the inside to fully assist Chow Sing-sing. If you can't find a gun, the two of you will go to Stanley Prison to pick up soap!"

Stephen Chow and Uncle Tat exchanged a glance, both seeing despair in each other's eyes. They knew they were truly doomed this time. This infamous devil's school would be the biggest nightmare of their careers.

Chapter 232 Undercover Mission

In the dead of night, in a guest room of the Pi family mansion.

Uncle Da held two cell phones, his face displaying a dramatic expression reminiscent of a Sichuan opera face-changing act. He had just ended a call with Inspector Wong, who had given him a severe dressing-down and ordered him to report to "St. Yuk Keung Secondary School" on time the next day to work as an undercover school worker.

"Damn it, what a run of bad luck! Even drinking cold water is a problem," Uncle Da cursed with a gloomy face, casually lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.

Just then, the "antique" Nokia phone on his left, which was used specifically to contact Wulong Temple, started ringing with a classic and nostalgic polyphonic ringtone.

The caller ID reads "Master".

Uncle Da jumped, nearly dropping his cigarette. He quickly stubbed it out, cleared his throat, and answered the phone in an extremely respectful, even somewhat obsequious, tone.

"Hello? Master! Oh dear, you're still up so late? I was just about to meditate and chant sutras to pray for you!"

On the other end of the phone came Master Long Eyebrow's authoritative and powerful voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Things have changed. The sacred relic 'Golden Bodhi Leaf' has been stolen, and the only clue points to St. Yuk Keung Secondary School in Kowloon."

"Saint Yuqiang Middle School?!" Uncle Da's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, thinking to himself, "What a small world!"

“That’s right.” Master Longbrow, oblivious to his odd behavior, continued, “I’ve decided to have Long Yan disguise himself as a student and infiltrate this school to investigate the whereabouts of the sacred artifact. But Long Yan is too cold-hearted and not good at socializing, so he needs someone to assist him from the inside out…”

Uncle Da's heart skipped a beat; he had a bad feeling.

"Although I expelled you from my sect back then, you've spent many years navigating the secular world, becoming shrewd and cunning, knowing all sorts of people," Master Longbrow said firmly. "Therefore, I've decided to give you a chance to atone for your sins. Starting tomorrow, you must find a way to infiltrate Shengyuqiang Middle School and secretly assist Long Yan. If you can retrieve the sacred artifact, I will forgive and forget about you peeping at the nun bathing on the back mountain back then!"

"Huh?!" Uncle Da opened his mouth wide, wanting to refuse, but when he thought of Master Changmei's unpredictable methods and those eyes that could see through people's hearts, he swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

"What? You're not willing?" Master Longbrow's voice turned cold.

"Yes! Yes! Of course I'm willing!" Uncle Da immediately patted his chest loudly. "Master, don't worry! Leave this to me! Not to mention assisting Junior Brother Long Yan, even if I have to go through fire and water, I won't flinch! I guarantee to complete the mission!"

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Da slumped into a chair, his back soaked with cold sweat.

On one side, there's the coercion and enticement from his police superior, Inspector Wong, who threatens to go to jail if he can't find the gun; on the other side, there's the strict order from his master, Master Long Eyebrows, that he'll likely lose his martial arts skills if he can't find the sacred object.

He, a traitor from the Oolong Temple and a member of the Hong Kong Royal Police, transformed himself into a double agent belonging to two major "groups" in a single day!

The missions are all within the same school, assisting two different "protagonists"!

After a brief moment of panic, Uncle Da's shrewd, seasoned mind began to work at lightning speed. The greater the risk, the greater the opportunity!

If I can complete both missions at the same time this time, wouldn't that mean... on the police force side, I'll get a promotion and a raise, reaching the pinnacle of my life; on the Oolong Temple side, I'll receive my master's forgiveness and true teachings!

Thinking of this, a greedy glint flashed in Uncle Da's eyes. He chuckled and took out a crumpled school worker's uniform from a hidden compartment in his suitcase.

"Sheng Yuqiang Middle School, is it? So what if it's a den of dragons and tigers? I'm a top-notch undercover agent!"

The next morning, at the gate of Shengyuqiang Middle School.

Stephen Chow was wearing a school uniform that was clearly too small and tight on his body, carrying a schoolbag, and looking very unwilling. Uncle Da, on the other hand, had changed into a blue school worker's uniform, was holding a large broom, and was winking at Stephen Chow.

"Ah Xing, remember, from now on, I'm just an ordinary school janitor, and you're just an ordinary student. Let's pretend we don't know each other, okay? I'll use my professional skills to provide you with the strongest intelligence support!" Uncle Da said with a serious face, as if he were James Bond.

Zhou Xingxing rolled his eyes, about to complain, when he saw a low-key black sedan parked not far away. The car door opened, and Long Yan, wearing the same school uniform as Zhou Xingxing, got out of the car.

His aloof and refined demeanor contrasted sharply with the chaotic and polluted environment surrounding the school, like a snow lotus blooming beside a stinking ditch.

When Uncle Da saw Long Yan, his eyes lit up, and he quickly abandoned Zhou Xingxing and ran over to him.

"Oh, Junior Brother Longyan! You've arrived!" Uncle Da put on a respectful smile. "From today onwards, I'm the school's janitor. Don't worry, with me, the 'local bigwig,' I guarantee you'll thrive! If you need anything, just let me know anytime!"

Long Yan simply nodded and strode toward the school gate.

Stephen Chow watched this scene from behind, completely bewildered. Pointing at Uncle Tat, he muttered to himself, "That good-for-nothing, when did he gain another junior brother?"

Chapter 233 Chemistry Class! Stephen Chow Begs for a Brother

St. Yuk Keung Secondary School is a household name in Kowloon's education sector. However, it is not famous for its high college entrance examination pass rate, but rather for its persistently high crime and dropout rates.

The students here are either troubled teenagers from impoverished families or troublemakers who wouldn't be tolerated by other schools. Tattoos, smoking, and fighting are practically commonplace on this campus.

As soon as Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing entered the campus, they felt the unique "academic atmosphere".

In the corridor, several students were gambling together; by the playground, a young couple was kissing passionately, oblivious to everyone else; and some students were even openly selling pirated CDs at the toilet entrance.

According to the school's "class assignment" principle, all new students, especially older transfer students like Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing who look like they're not to be trifled with, will be uniformly assigned to the so-called "elite concentration camp" Senior 3 Class F.

As the two walked into Class F one after the other, the classroom, which had been as noisy as a marketplace, instantly fell silent. The eyes of the entire class, like searchlights, focused unanimously on the two newcomers.

A tall, handsome man with an arrogant look in his eyes, a cynical smile on his lips, and an aura of "I'm here to cause trouble"—that's Stephen Chow.

The other was tall and straight, with a face like jade, and a cool and aloof temperament like the snow on the top of a snow-capped mountain. His eyes were calm and without any ripples, as if everything around him was irrelevant. This was Long Yan.

One is like a raging fire, the other like an ancient iceberg.

These two extreme auras, appearing simultaneously in the small classroom, created an eerie tension.

The class bully, "Handsome Guy," a guy with long hair and a floral shirt, originally intended to intimidate the newcomer. But when his eyes met Long Yan's unfathomable gaze for half a second, he inexplicably felt a pang of fear, and the curse he was about to utter remained unspoken.

Only two adjacent seats remained in the classroom. Long Yan walked over expressionlessly, put down his backpack, sat down quietly, his posture ramrod straight, like an old monk in deep meditation.

Zhou Xingxing pouted, but could only sit next to him. He nudged Long Yan with his elbow and said in a low voice, "Hey, newbie, you look pretty good at fighting. My name is Zhou Xingxing, you'll be with me from now on, I'll protect you."

Long Yan didn't even lift his eyelids, only uttering two words indifferently: "No need."

Zhou Xingxing was rebuffed, feeling that his deskmate was even more pretentious than the police academy instructor. Just as he was about to say something more, the classroom door was pushed open with a bang, and a stylishly dressed female teacher with an impatient look walked in, slamming a stack of textbooks onto the podium.

"What are you looking at! Never seen a beautiful woman before? My name is Miss Liang, and I'm your chemistry teacher. Today, we're going to talk about three acids and two bases..."

Throughout the class, Zhou Xingxing felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, drowsy and half-asleep, his pen filling his textbook with drawings of turtles and missiles. Meanwhile, Long Yan next to him remained motionless the entire time, not even blinking, like a statue.

Zhou Xingxing curiously leaned closer, wanting to see Long Yan's notes. On Long Yan's pristine white notebook, in vigorous and powerful calligraphy, were four large characters written neatly: "The General Outline of the Heart Sutra." Below was a smaller annotation: "All phenomena are illusory."

"Holy crap! Did you come here to study or to cultivate immortality?" Zhou Xingxing was dumbfounded.

Long Yan finally turned his head slowly, glanced at him, and said calmly, "All methods can lead to enlightenment. Chemistry is also a way of investigating things and gaining knowledge. Benefactor, you are attached to appearances."

Stephen Chow was completely speechless. He felt that communicating with this classmate was more tiring than defusing a bomb.

The bell rang, and as soon as Miss Liang left, the classroom atmosphere immediately became lively again. Several troublemakers who considered themselves the leaders of Class F exchanged glances and surrounded Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing. The one leading them was none other than "Handsome Guy".

"Hey, you two newbies!" Handsome Bro put his feet on Zhou Xingxing's desk and said arrogantly, "Don't you know the rules? When you come to Class F, you have to pay your respects first! Hand over all the money you have, that'll be considered a tribute to your big brother!"

Stephen Chow laughed; he'd been looking for a chance to establish his authority. He slowly stood up, clenched his fist, making a cracking sound, and beckoned to Handsome Guy with his finger: "Alright, but my rule is, whoever has the bigger fist is the boss. You, come here."

Brother Xiaosai was furious at the newcomer's arrogance and swung his fist at Stephen Chow's face.

A battle for the title of "leader" of Class F is about to erupt. However, just as Zhou Xingxing was preparing to defeat his opponents in one fell swoop and show these kids the power of the Flying Tigers' elite, a figure was faster than him.

Long Yan, who had been sitting quietly, had stood up at some point. He didn't look at Xiao Sa Ge, but simply extended two fingers and casually tapped the path Xiao Sa Ge was rushing towards.

It happened as fast as lightning, and without a sound.

Immediately afterwards, the whole class witnessed an extremely bizarre scene.

The once-arrogant and dashing guy suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning; his body trembled violently, and then he uncontrollably knelt down on one knee before Stephen Chow, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and shouted in an extremely respectful tone:

"Brother! Please accept my bow!"

Stephen Chow: "..."

all the classmates:"……"

Long Yan slowly withdrew his finger, sat down again as if nothing had happened, and continued to write the next line of the Heart Sutra in his notebook: "If one sees all forms as non-forms, then one sees the Tathagata."

The entire F class was deathly silent. Everyone stared at Long Yan as if he were a ghost. They knew that this seemingly scholarly guy was the real "devil" in the class, someone they absolutely dared not mess with.

Chapter 234 Teacher He Min

The chaos in Class F of the senior year was a well-known problem throughout the school. For He Min, the tutor who had just taken over the class, this was undoubtedly a huge challenge.

Teacher He Min is a rare breath of fresh air in the "turbid world" of Shengyuqiang Middle School. Young and beautiful, she wears a well-fitting business suit and thin-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of intellect and gentleness. She genuinely cares for every student, even those in Class F who are considered "scum" by others.

Today was the first time she officially went to class F as the homeroom teacher to hold a class meeting.

When she walked into the classroom with a smile, carrying a stack of student files, the expected chaos did not materialize. The classroom was unusually quiet. All the students sat in their seats, their expressions varied, but no one dared to make a sound.

He Min was somewhat surprised. Her gaze swept across the entire class, and she quickly discovered the source of the anomaly—two transfer students sitting in the last row of the classroom.

One of them, named Zhou Xingxing, had "ADHD and violent tendencies" listed on his file. At that moment, he was idly twirling a pen and winking at He Min; he was clearly not a well-behaved person.

The other one made He Min's gaze linger for a few more seconds.

His name was Long Yan. The information about him was scarce, only stating "orphan, raised by a temple." He sat there quietly, back straight, hands clasped together on the table, his eyes calm and undisturbed, as if everything around him was irrelevant. His otherworldly demeanor clashed with the chaotic F class, yet possessed a strange, calming power.

The classroom was so quiet because everyone's gaze was intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the area where Long Yan was. Even the most arrogant guy in the class, Xiao Sa Ge, was as well-behaved as a cat at this moment, holding a small notebook and writing furiously, seemingly copying something.

He Min was filled with curiosity.

"Hello students, I am your new homeroom teacher, Ms. He Min." Her gentle and clear voice instantly brought a touch of scholarly atmosphere to the noisy classroom. "From today onwards, I will spend the last days of our senior year with you all. I hope that we can be like a family, caring for and helping each other."

She gave her official opening remarks, but her gaze remained fixed on Long Yan. This boy gave her a very special feeling. His eyes were not like those of other students, filled with rebellion, confusion, or emptiness, but rather like a deep starry sky, calm and containing boundless wisdom.

"Now, let's have our two new students introduce themselves. Please give them a warm welcome," He Min said with a smile.