Highlight saw Zhang Yупing's face flushed like a cherry, and acted as if he knew nothing, strolling confidently to the last row seat. Seeing Highlight's indifferent demeanor—seeming to say, "Uncle is the one you've chosen; can I be blamed?"—Zhang Yупing truly wanted to hurl the stack of books on her desk across the room. Her teeth were clenched tightly, and in her heart she muttered: "Dead Highlight, where can he not write? He keeps writing his name on my collar, making me feel humiliated and at a loss!" The classroom buzzed with activity. Zhang Yупing immediately stepped up and declared, "Quiet! Study time! Quiet!" Yet the students were still enthusiastically talking about her and Highlight, still in the midst of their excitement. Unable to contain herself, Zhang Yупing lowered her head, sat down, and covered her ears with both hands, silently staring at her book. As both class president and school's most popular girl, Zhang Yупing had countless admirers—so many that if they lined up, they could stretch from the school playground all the way to the People's Square across the street. It was natural that many people envied and even resented the growing connection between the underachieving, troublemaking student Gao Liang and Zhang Yuping. In a corner of the classroom, Wang Lei, while classmates were bustling and chatting, pulled out his phone and sent a text message: "Boss, someone's taking over your dream girl! It's Gao Liang from my class!" Gao Liang still showed no interest in the lecture—after all, he didn't really intend to go to university, and he didn't think he'd make it anyway. Liu Heigou's teaching simply lacked any spark. Since he had instantly transferred to the Qinghua Fuzhong classroom and listened to a distinguished lecturer, he had grown even more indifferent to Liu's rigid, formulaic teaching style. Since being severely reprimanded by the principal, Liu Heigou had appeared to have eased his pressure on Gao Liang, yet in truth, he still held him in contempt. They each pursued their own paths—she lectured, he played his games. The usually punctual Liu Heigou arrived late, pulling out a DVD from his briefcase and projecting a video segment using the school's projector. All the students were intently watching, especially the girls, who were shouting excitedly. "Wow! Yao Ming! The Chinese giant!" "The Basketball Prince! So cool and handsome!" Gao Liang wasn't impressed with Yao Ming. After all, at just 1.70 meters tall, he couldn't even clear the basic threshold for playing basketball, let alone be genuinely interested. Thinking back, he had lost his first match in the class basketball tournament just the day before—his heart felt deeply disappointed. Why did so many girls love Yao Ming? Was it simply because he was tall? Or was there something more? Watching the class monitor, Zhang Yупing, fixated on Yao Ming, Gao Liang wondered if even the beautiful girls had grown fond of him too. To find out, Ying'er sensed Gao Liang's thoughts and promptly waved her angel's wings, taking off. In Gao Liang's heart, there was always a constant concern for strengthening his physical energy through exercise and enhancing his mental strength. Because he understood that his true ambition wasn't just about dating—he wanted to reach the level of Divine Martial King, become a cosmic superhero with superpowers, master the Jade Light Crystal Box, and freely travel through time and space. Thanks to consistent training in recent months, Gao Liang's physical condition and overall strength have significantly improved. With increasing energy absorption and accumulation within his body, undergoing initial energy transformation and being effectively utilized, Gao Liang now feels full of strength, his concentration in class has sharpened, and he no longer feels as drowsy as before. He is clear-minded, energetic, and never tires. Gao Liang and his classmates continued to watch as the scene changed to a live video recording of the previous year's basketball championship tournament at Hanhai No.1 Middle School. It had been over a year since the event, yet it was being shown again in front of everyone. Since he had never been particularly interested in basketball, he had not attended the games at school and had simply made up an excuse to miss them. He had never paid much attention to the actual results of the matches either. This time, he didn’t even bother to look—old Zhi was just playing games! He’d see how much game currency he could earn today so that his tuition might have a little more stability. It was still the same game, *Arena of Valor*, the most popular one right now—old Zhi didn’t play it, he’d be sorry for himself. Otherwise, he’d feel guilty for having spent two hours downloading it yesterday. While enthusiastically diving into the game on his tablet computer, the classmates clapped enthusiastically. "King of Basketball! Our school’s basketball king!" "Wow! I think he’ll definitely surpass Yao Ming!" "Indeed! We never expected our school to have such a sports prodigy!" "He’s said to be quite wealthy, handsome, with excellent grades, and also skilled at basketball—what a prince!" "... The girls' applause never ceased. High-light noticed a tall, familiar boy on the video—standing at 1.80 meters with a solid build, standing out vividly during the school basketball games, especially his impressive shooting moves that captivated everyone. 'Wow! In! The King of Dunks has made it!' The classmates erupted in cheers. The dunking king, beaming confidently and gracefully gesturing to the enthusiastic crowd, immediately drew a wave of gasps and exclamations from the girls. With one foot planted firmly on the basketball, he looked down at all the boys who had lost to him, showing clear disdain and boasting proudly, 'Who in this entire campus can challenge me? Haha!' High-light couldn't stand it anymore—wasn't it just about being good at basketball? What was so special about that? At that moment, Ying-er returned, fluttering her wings and dancing back and forth in front of High-light. 'Master! I've entered Suying's desk and found a pink diary!' "Ying'er smiled and said, 'Quick, bring it over! Let me have a look!' High Bright was only curious. But Ying'er extended her right hand, palm facing High Bright's nose, and immediately he understood—so he tossed her a bottle of Nature's Milk Tea. Ying'er nodded, saying, 'That's about right,' and then handed him the pink diary, stepping back to greedily savor the taste of the Nature's Milk Tea. High Bright eagerly opened the diary. Wow! This young lady is clearly a sports enthusiast—every page is filled with photos of Yao Ming, Liu Xiang, and Guo Jingjing. Beneath each photo are neat, elegant notes detailing each athlete's background, such as birth dates, hobbies, and more—extremely thorough. It's truly surprising that the usually reserved Zhang Yurong has such a passion for male athletes. As he turned the pages further, wow! There were also photos of muscular men and various fitness icons, including our gymnastics prince Li Ning, with additional notes beside each one." Keep scrolling, and there was a line of text that made the highlighter pulse with excitement—Zhang Yупing had written in her delicate regular script: "I don't know which one belongs to me. I think the one that belongs to me should be..." The highlighter wanted to find out more, and was about to turn the page when Ying'er's voice came through: "Master! It's urgent! Master! It's urgent!"