Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 604 Wrong, wrong, wrong, whose fault is it?

After Guangu and Youyou left, Ziqiao began to teach Zhanbo about matters related to confessing his feelings.

"Zhanbo, as your life mentor and spiritual guide, I am now formally teaching you the ultimate confession technique that girls can't refuse."

Upon hearing this, Zhanbo looked at Ziqiao with excitement. If he weren't a genius with an amazing memory, he might have already taken out paper and pen to start taking notes.

Even Xiaoxian stepped forward, staring intently at Ziqiao, not missing a single detail.

Ziqiao cleared his throat and said seriously, "Zhanbo, before you confess your feelings, you should try to exude a certain aura."

"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. Use every expression and every look in your eyes to make the other person say something from the bottom of their heart."

"Yes, I do!"

Upon hearing Ziqiao's words, Zhanbo forced a delicate and profound expression of melancholy onto his face.

However, in Yifei's eyes, Zhanbo was more constipated than depressed.

Ziqiao was speechless at the look on Zhanbo's face, which looked like he wished he could just poop in his pants but couldn't manage it no matter what.

"Zhanbo, the kind of melancholy I'm talking about isn't like yours..."

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

"Schwarzenegger?"

Zhanbo paused for a moment, then said, "Oh, his pectoral muscles are indeed quite melancholic."

"Stop talking nonsense, just do as I say."

As Ziqiao spoke, he clenched one fist and pressed it lightly against his forehead, appearing deep in thought.

Seeing this, Zhanbo followed suit, but his hand, which should have been clenched into a fist, was strangely curled into a delicate, orchid-like shape.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Looking at this cringe-worthy scene, Yu Mo couldn't help but sigh, "Aunt Yuan really has both a son and a daughter."

Yifei was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Xiao Xian explained in a cheeky manner, "Yu Mo means that Aunt Yuan raises her son like a daughter and her daughter like a son."

"what?"

Once Xiaoxian thought about it, he immediately understood why Aunt Yuan had always called him Xiaolian.

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

"Quiet!" Ziqiao reiterated.

Once the four people standing by watching the show fell silent, he slapped Zhanbo's delicate hand gesture away.

"I told you not to watch melodramas with Teacher Zeng all the time. Look at the state you've become."

Ziqiao commanded, "Do as I say: Look up! Discharge!"

Zhanbo immediately rolled his eyes and struck a pose.

"Forehead……"

Ziqiao frowned. He was about to criticize, but he was too embarrassed to keep discouraging Zhanbo's enthusiasm for such a short time, so he could only give a false assessment: "Now... it's basically similar in appearance."

"Ziqiao, I think you should stop misleading young people."

Yu Mo couldn't stand it any longer. She took a few steps forward, sat on the sofa, and patted Zhan Bo on the shoulder.

"Don't listen to Ziqiao. What do you mean by saying that depression is the most effective weapon of mass destruction against women? That's ridiculous."

Yu Mo put forward a completely opposite view to Zi Qiao: "Nowadays, girls like sunny, cheerful, humorous, and handsome guys or wild, aggressive, and 'big wolf dogs.' Melancholy handsome guys have long lost their market."

Zhanbo raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "A big wolfhound?"

He half-squatted down, grinning widely, and blinked his small eyes vigorously: "So, do I have the talent to turn into a big wolfhound?"

"Forehead……"

Yu Mo laughed awkwardly: "If you stick your tongue out like that now, you'll look more like a husky."

"what?"

"Forget it, Zhanbo, you should stick to the sunny, cheerful, humorous, and handsome guy image."

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

"Hello!"

Ziqiao listened patiently for a while before finally saying with dissatisfaction, "Yu Mo, are you trying to undermine me?"

"What do you mean by undermining me? I just don't want to see you misleading young people, especially Zhanbo."

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

"Half-baked?!"

Ziqiao was amused by Yu Mo's words and pointed at himself: "You actually called me a half-baked amateur?"

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

"This is a huge problem!"

Just like what happened with Teacher Xian last time, what Zi Qiao can't tolerate the most is any threat to his position as the king of romance in the apartment. He immediately said in a fit of anger, "Please, Yu Mo, do you even know what the charm of a melancholic handsome guy is?"

"Melancholy is a powerful weapon that evokes women's affection, awakens their compassion and maternal instincts. I've used this trick before, and it's been incredibly effective!"

Yu Mo scoffed, "What era are we living in now? Melancholy handsome men are no longer popular, and Zhanbo isn't exactly the type to be melancholy."

"Ziqiao, these tricks of yours are only good for fooling those naive girls at the bar. You think you can teach them to Zhanbo to use on Wanyu?"

Yu Mo sighed and shook her head, seemingly saying nothing, but in reality, she said everything.

"Why isn't Zhanbo cut out for this? Don't you know that hard work can make up for lack of talent?"

Ziqiao pointed to himself: "Also, whether it's Wanyu or the beauties in the bar, they're all a piece of cake for me."

"I'm a master 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 shrugged: "Just because you're a girl doesn't mean you understand girls better than me. I've dated more girls than you've ever known!"

"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 know Wan Yu. I'm sure Wan Yu doesn't like melancholy handsome guys."

"Don't speak too soon. Wanyu has never met any melancholic, handsome guys, okay? How can you be sure she won't like them if she hasn't met any?"

"Lu Ziqiao!"

"Qin Yumo!"

The two stared at each other with wide eyes, their inexplicable argument leaving Zhanbo completely bewildered.

"Um...whom should I listen to?"

"Listen to me!"

Ziqiao and Yumo turned around and shouted loudly at Zhanbo at the same time.

Zhanbo was startled 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 you're pursuing a girl, you have to pay attention to your methods and take it step by step."

"It's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, so the frog won't escape."

Zhanbo nodded in sudden realization.

"wrong!"

Yu Mo said urgently, "Taking things step by step is what you need to do before confessing your feelings. Confessing your feelings is the charge for victory. It's all about launching a full-scale attack when the order is given. Speed ​​is of the essence. We need to seize the strategic high ground as quickly as possible."

Zhanbo looked at Yumo, his originally clear eyes began to become cloudy, and black question marks seemed to appear on the top of his head.

"wrong!"

Ziqiao also didn't indulge Yumo at all: "Yumo was talking about the ideal situation, which requires the person making the confession to have extremely strong confidence, on-the-spot reaction ability and execution ability. Zhanbo, you are a newbie and you don't meet any of the three criteria, so you can only use a formulaic template to confess. That way, even if you make a mistake, you can continue to make up for it according to the template."

"Even if you fail this time, you'll still have a chance to fight back if you do as I say. But if you fail to confess as Yu Mo suggested, you'll never be able to turn things around."

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

"wrong!"

Yu Mo snorted: "The battlefield is like the battlefield. The chance for two armies to officially fight is very likely to be only once. Of course, we must strike at their weaknesses, go all out, and catch them off guard, causing them to collapse. Only in this way can we completely secure victory."

"To speak of defeat before one has even spoken of victory is the act of a coward."

Zhanbo's expression gradually became blank.

"wrong!"

Ziqiao scoffed, "Relationships are a matter between two people, so where does the battlefield and army come from?"

"Zhanbo, remember this: relationships are like hunting. There are no equally matched armies, only hunters and prey."

"As a hunter, the first thing you need to learn is not to attack your prey, but how to hide yourself. This way, even if you fail in your hunt, you can escape unscathed or wait for the right opportunity to hunt again."

"If you are discovered by your prey, the hunting relationship between you could very well be reversed, and you might even get injured."

"A wounded hunter is essentially rendered incapable of hunting!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

"wrong!"

……

[In his inner world, Zhanbo painfully covered his ears, while Ziqiao and Yumo each held a megaphone and chattered incessantly at him.]

Faced with their two completely different accounts, even though Zhanbo had covered his ears, he still became obsessed due to absorbing too much contradictory information.

Blood gushed from Zhanbo's seven orifices, and he finally collapsed to his knees, unable to hold on any longer.

In the very center of Ziqiao and Yumo's passionate debate, both wielding megaphones, Zhanbo, bleeding from all seven orifices, knelt on the ground, raising his hands and looking up at the sky.

God, please tell me.

Whom should I listen to?!

I'm coming

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

If you were to ask what the pigeons think... I would choose to stand on Teacher Zeng's side.

Confessing your feelings is too tiring. I'll just wait for a tall, beautiful, fair-skinned, and wealthy lady who's 1.65 meters tall to confess to me. (Time to dream!)

(End of this chapter)