Gao Liang got up early this morning. He circled the track twenty times, practiced one hour of military drills and intercepting boxing, then stood quietly beside the parallel bars, eyes closed, fully focused on refining the initial energy transfer. The morning air was indeed fresh. After nearly an hour of practice, both his energy and mental clarity had noticeably improved. When he opened his eyes, something unexpected happened—he had, for the first time, unintentionally witnessed a female colleague's modesty slip. Gao Liang's eyes went blank. "Dead Gao Liang! How dare you look!" Zhang Yuping stomped hard on the back of Gao Liang's foot, muttering under her breath, "A real player!" Gao Liang endured the pain, shouting his innocence, saying, "If you hadn't bumped into me, I wouldn't have..." Zhang Yuping's heart sank, tears welling up, her face blushing all the way to her neck. What was happening today—wasn't this just terrible luck? She tripped over the tall boy kicking soccer, accidentally exposing herself to the spotlight—something completely new! She was truly mortified. At that moment, she couldn’t think anymore; a boy was approaching her. What was she supposed to do? With people all around the playground, if those boys saw her, where would her dignity go? She had to come up with a plan. Taking a deep breath, she said to the one preparing to leave, High Light, "Stop! Come here!" High Light grinned playfully, "Class President, are you going to give me the cold shoulder?" After all, Zhang Yuping’s side kick was well known. Not long ago, a boy from the neighboring class, slightly tipsy and eager, had approached her with flowers, launching a romantic pursuit. Instead, he received a powerful side kick to his waist, which kept him hospitalized for a full week. Since then, he’s avoided seeing her, and the story has spread throughout the campus. Zhang Yuping, once known as the "Ice Mountain Beauty," has now gained fame—this is what’s known as "fame by a single kick!" "High-light is a smart person, and with someone so hard to chase, he doesn't expect much—being cautious is always beneficial. So he approaches Zhang Yu-ping with great care. To his surprise, Zhang Yu-ping shows no intention of harming him, instead urging him: 'Stand right in front of me, and remember not to look back!' Wow! Has this young lady really made old Zhi the windbreak? High-light's height has grown from his original 1.67 meters to 1.70 meters, which now complements Zhang Yu-ping's standard 165-cm height perfectly, making him an ideal shield. Yet, throughout the whole scene, High-light only hears sighs. 'It's not over yet!' High-light clearly grows impatient. 'The button keeps coming loose—no matter how hard I try, I can't get it fastened! I'm so stressed! Wailing!' Zhang Yu-ping looks utterly helpless and endearing." The more charming and endearing Zhang Yu Ping appeared, the happier High Guang felt. He had always seen her as graceful and aloof, but now she seemed to be a sweet, attentive little girl—such a contrast was truly delightful to reflect upon. High Guang's sense of superiority, however, had sparked Zhang Yu Ping's strong displeasure, though he couldn't help it, as that boy was growing increasingly close to her—now, he was clearly seeking her help. The boy was Liu Qiang from Class 3 of the senior year, another carefree student who didn't take his studies seriously. Earlier, he had been playing glass beads with his teammates, Luo Qi, on the playground, and during the intense game, the beads had rolled right toward Zhang Yu Ping and High Guang. He had come over to retrieve the beads he had accidentally dropped. Now, he was close enough for High Guang to clearly see Zhang Yu Ping—her lips were nearly bleeding from tension, and her face was flushed. Due to her extreme anxiety, and because the beads were rolling toward her at an astonishing speed, straight onto her left foot, she had stepped precisely on them. With a slip, "Ah!" exclaimed Zhang Yупing, her body losing balance and completely falling into Gao Qiang's arms. Her two large white rabbits on her chest pressed firmly against Gao Qiang's solid chest, creating such close physical contact that Zhang Yупing's breathing became rapid, her heartbeat quickened, and her mind went blank. This intimate scene caught the attention of all the male morning exercisers, who turned to watch in astonishment. Liu Qiang, in particular, observed them closely, glaring at Gao Qiang with intense resentment. He then walked to a corner, dialed his phone, and hurriedly reported, "Boss, Gao Qiang has the audacity to court you!" After finishing his report, he gave Gao Qiang a sly, scornful look and firmly declared, "You're done!" The classroom bell rang, and the morning exercisers gradually began to leave. Zhang Yупing seemed to have just woken up from a dream, quickly pushing Gao Qiang away and firmly stepping on his foot with her high heels, causing Gao Qiang so much pain that he nearly cried out. He quickly said, "You're really cruel!" "After saying that, he immediately intended to walk away, but found himself firmly pulled by Zhang Yurong's clothes—this left Gao Liang quite puzzled. If she disliked him so much, why wouldn't she let him go? He could see Zhang Yurong's face had turned deeply flushed, her head lowered even further, tears nearly spilling over. Seeing her so endearing and vulnerable, Gao Liang felt a sudden wave of sympathy. Gao Liang removed his uniform and handed it to Zhang Yurong. Though hesitant—after all, it was a boy's uniform—Zhang Yurong finally stepped forward, urged by the final bell, and hurried toward the teaching building. In Class 1, Grade 13, the students cheered excitedly as Zhang Yurong entered wearing the spacious boy's uniform, as if Columbus had discovered a new continent. Her classmate Chen Yuting, quick to speak, asked, "Class president, whose uniform are you wearing?" "My brother's!" Zhang Yuping spoke with her face flushed and heartbeat racing. Chen Yuting stared at Zhang Yuping for three seconds, then shook her head. Dong Jiao interjected from behind: "Yuping! Is your brother your actual brother, or...?" "Stop being so awkward!" Zhang Yuping bit her lip and replied. "He's my cousin's brother!" Dong Jiao's voice was surprisingly loud—her words carried clearly to every student in the class. At that moment, a thoughtful boy quietly approached Zhang Yuping and carefully examined her slightly untucked collar. He noticed two clear words embroidered there and exclaimed: "Wow! Gao Liang! It's Gao Liang's uniform!" His voice was so loud it echoed throughout the classroom. "Is Gao Liang your cousin's brother?" Everyone now turned their attention to Zhang Yuping. At that moment, Zhang Yuping truly wished there were a crack in the floor she could squeeze through. Just as she was at a loss for words, Gao Liang had just walked in from the door. The students were bustling around, all turning their attention to Gao Liang. A few boys spoke in a sarcastic tone, saying, "Uncle Gao has arrived!"