Westside Story (Xi Jie Shao Nian / 西街少年)

-How are we doing this? -As usual.

Excuse me.

Is this Westside?

Can I ask something?

There are lots of amazing people here, right?

Come on.

Sorry, let me ask you again.

There are lots of amazing and cool people here, right?

So the people of Westside aren't as cool as I thought.

-The Speed King, You Ya-yu. -It's You Ya-yu!

Ever since the Notorious King of Westside, You Ya-yu,

met Xing Wang from the States,

Westside entered a brand new era.

This story is about the love and hate in Westside.

5 MINUTES AGO

5-MINUTE DELIVERY

-Stop it! -Five-minute deliveries?

-You're lying. -Please...

Don't listen to them. Let's mess up their store.

How dare you?

Is that too quick?

Let's slow it down.

Don't listen to them. Let's mess up their store.

Where are you from?

How dare you cause trouble here at Westside?

To me, You Ya-yu, the world is like wrestling.

There are only two sides.

You're either a good guy,

or a bad, despicable, evil bad guy in a mask.

-Stop it, Ya-yu. -Stop it.

Stop fighting.

I'm fine. Just let it go.

They were clearly bullying you.

It's not all their fault.

It's partly my fault.

I shouldn't have advertised five-minute deliveries.

I just wanted to make more money.

I told you five minutes was impossible.

Did you hear that?

Even your wife says so.

The people at Westside don't lie.

I can show you.

That's bull.

You don't believe me?

Let's bet on it.

What are you betting on?

I can make my next delivery in five minutes.

What if you don't?

I'll let you take down their shop sign.

We'll take it down and stuff it in your mouth.

You wouldn't dare.

We're not afraid of you.

Okay.

But if I win,

you guys have to clean all the toilets at Westside...

With your tongues.

-You're dead. -You're dead.

Hello.

I'd like some beef noodles.

Deliver them to Kaifeng Street, second floor of Number 48.

Make it quick.

What are you going to do?

It takes at least 15 minutes to get there.

How are you going to do it?

-You're dead. -You're dead.

Five minutes.

5-MINUTE DELIVERY

You Ya-yu! It's you again!

Stop!

I told you to stop!

It's the second half of the ninth inning.

The score is two to one.

This pitch is critical.

No mistakes can be made.

-Go! -We're counting on you!

High-speed sinker!

Are you crazy?

Your noodles are here. Prepare your change!

A hundred dollars, thank you.

Time's almost up. We're going to take down your sign.

Now,

you have to clean all the toilets at Westside...

With your tongues.

Run!

Ya-yu, thank you.

Would you like some beef noodles? My treat.

It's okay.

I can pay for my noodles.

MISSING PERSON

Yin-ho, don't go astray.

Come back to teach me math.

I failed again.

Bad guys, if you bully Yin-ho,

I'll finish you off with my moves!

By the class leader of Kuangming High School, Grade 11, Class A

and gymnastics team captain, Lan Yu-li.

How silly.

Excuse me.

What do you want?

I...

I want to be friends with you.

No.

Why not?

I don't play with dolls.

Dolls...

Dolls?

You shouldn't be here.

Go home now.

The Matrix , thank you.

You're all too lame.

You can't even win those dolls.

Are you still a man?

Get ready to be punished!

-I have something to say. -What?

It's all Wang Hsing's fault.

Me?

Hey, what do you mean?

What's the success rate of Wang Hsing's pitches?

Only 0.1665 percent!

I don't understand.

It just means he sucks.

Hey, don't say that.

-You're the one who misses all the time. -Shut up!

How embarrassing are you guys?

You've already lost.

Do you know why you keep losing?

It's because you're lazy.

Go practice now!

-Now? -Now?

-More practice? -Yes.

It's summer break.

And there are no games for the time being.

Honestly, I want to write a play during the summer break.

Can we practice after the summer break ends?

Okay?

-Okay, we'll go practice now! -We're going!

You all saw that.

That's pretty much my life at Westside.

It's exciting, fast, and adventurous.

This is where I hang out with my friends.

We call it Headquarters 203.

At Headquarters 203, we each have our own little space.

My skateboards,

Mei's flirting plans,

Ai-sen's laboratory,

and Wang Hsing's studio.

We feel at ease here.

It's the most peaceful place in Westside.

Exactly.

He's always nagging at us.

What's his problem?

He throws us around as if we can't die.

That pervert You Ya-yu.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

-I love baseball! -I love baseball!

-Baseball loves me! -Lady Boss is in trouble.

Lady Boss, are you okay?

What's wrong with you? Can't you call me Mom?

You always call me Lady Boss.

So? Have you eaten yet, my darling?

Where's the burglar?

The burglar?

Strictly speaking, he's not a burglar.

He's more like a thief.

He has big eyes. Very handsome.

He was so cute.

Too bad he's a thief.

He didn't look like one though.

If his mom knew, she would be so sad.

So where is this thief?

Right, I almost forgot.

-That's him! -That cabinet...

It's the guy carrying the cabinet.

Hey, Lan-lan!

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I came right after I got your call.

Where's the thief?

-He ran away. -He ran away?

Why would you let him run away?

Don't worry. Ya-yu went after him.

That can't be good.

Hey.

Catching thieves is the policeman's job.

It's none of his business. What a busybody.

Why did you get here so late then?

Do you still want to run?

Hey, how old are you?

Twelve?

Why would you steal money?

What an idiot.

You can earn your money.

Don't do these despicable things.

Mom, he's picking on me.

-He's picking on me. -I'm warning you.

-Help... -If you keep crying, I'll...

Mom, he hit me!

He hit...

Please don't hit me, please.

Don't hit me.