"Today I'm hosting everyone! Let's have dinner at Juxiang Lou!" The enthusiasm of Gao Liang's invitation left his neighbors breathless. Seeing this, Gao Liang smiled—something he hadn't seen from the host in many days, and now, it was truly radiant. Indeed, his mother, Shen Hanfu's illness had a history of over ten years. Not only had it accumulated a debt of 100,000 yuan, but it had also placed significant emotional strain on Gao Liang and his husband. Now, with her recovery, this was nothing short of a tremendous blessing for their small family. The next day, Gao Liang went to school. With his mother's recovery, the whole family was overjoyed, and Gao Zhongming took on more responsibilities as a part-time delivery worker. As a dutiful son, Gao Liang also devoted himself to studying at school. In Class 1 of the Senior Three, Gao Liang noticed that Zhang Yuping, usually punctual, had arrived late. By instinct, Gao Liang sensed something was amiss at home, judging from the look of concern on Zhang Yuping's face. After school, just as High Guang was about to go ask Zhang Yurong, he noticed that Zhang Yurong seemed completely unfamiliar with him, walking out of the classroom without looking back, heading toward a distant spot. Since the holy light had settled within him, High Guang's vision had been getting clearer and clearer—perhaps due to the light's penetrating power—though his eyes still occasionally ached. From the corridor of the teaching building, he watched as Zhang Yurong got into a car that seemed familiar. High Guang quickly pulled out his slightly worn phone and instructed Fei Tou: "Fei Tou! Keep a close eye on her! Find out where Zhang Yurong is going!" "Yes, boss!" Fei Tou, along with Weyi Yang and Ruan Dan, had always struggled with reading. Since their leader established the Fenghuo Hall, the number of his subordinates had grown steadily, now reaching over fifty members. Highlight needs daily management, and lately, things have piled up—both at home and with school tutoring—so he’s been completely swamped. Naturally, his three close friends have become his go-to representatives. The Fenghuo Hall is full of loyal teammates; everyone who joins stays devoted, except for one: the inside spy—YouTiao. The oil stick passed the phone over. But Deng, the fat pig, stared anxiously at the oil stick and said, "You're still sweating! Didn't you see where we are now? Wuyashan is a death valley—nobody wants to go there!" "Oh! Oh!" the oil stick replied, "I'm scared!" Deng took the phone from Liu, the soft egg, and said to Gao Liang, "Boss, Zhou Chao has brought Zhang Yuping all the way to Wuyashan!" "Keep going! Make sure Zhou Chao doesn't find out!" Gao Liang issued the orders. "Understood!" Deng signaled the driver to slow down, maintaining a safe distance from Zhou Chao's vehicle. On Zhou Chao's car, Zhang Yuping said anxiously, "Zhou Chao, hurry and take me home! How did you end up bringing me to this strange place? I can't stay—I have to get off!" A faint, sly smile appeared on Zhou Chao's lips as he said, "Great! Great! I'll have you get off right away!" "Ooooh!" "Among the wild grasses by the roadside, there came a series of wild animal cries—so terrifying they made one's bones tremble. Zhang Yuping was so frightened that she huddled into a tight ball, saying, 'Zhou Chao, please drive the car back! I want to go home!' 'Hahahaha!' Zhou Chao laughed heartily, saying, 'What's so special about wolves? With me protecting you, they're nothing!' Zhang Yuping's eyes widened in astonishment, staring at Zhou Chao in disbelief, saying, 'Do you really not fear wolves? When I was young, I used to be absolutely terrified of the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf!" How unfortunate! Wolves not only eat sheep—they even devour the boy who lied!' 'For your sake, I'd be willing to give up my life! Right now, I'll prove it to you—only I am truly sincere to you!' Zhou Chao's intelligence was far from ordinary; he had deliberately brought Zhang Yuping here, and his intentions were clear. Because of her deep fear of wolves, Zhang Yuping especially needed someone to protect her. Hearing Zhou Chao's courage and determination, her own resolve began to Zhou Chao projected an air of heroic determination, and truly won over our top-tier campus beauty. Zhou Chao was absolutely on top of his game today. As he glanced at the shadow stretching out behind his car, a subtle, cold smile curved at the corner of his mouth. "Gao Liang," he said, "this time I'm going to have one of your less capable subordinates stumble—remember my strength!" With a smooth turn, he executed a flawless drift through the narrow space. "Wow! So cool! So close!" Zhang Yuping exclaimed, clearly impressed by Zhou Chao's driving skills. "Watch this!" Zhou Chao said, and the comedy was born. A loud "thud" echoed as the car behind collided with the mountain wall at the tight curve. Zhang Yuping turned around to see a stone blocking the path of the vehicle. After the collision, the car lost control and rolled down the 45-degree slope, spinning wildly. "To hell with you, Gao Liang! You thought you could challenge me? It's like a chicken hitting a stone—overconfident, completely out of your depth! My girls are always mine, Zhou Chao's. You never had a chance to Zhou Chao thought to himself with pride. Zhang Yупing was only somewhat disappointed, but Zhou was exceptionally skilled at reading people—he feigned sympathy while saying, "If it weren't for my good driving skills, we would have ended up like that car, crashing to its death!" In his heart, however, he was delighted, for the stone he had casually dropped from the vehicle during the curve had been his own deliberate move. Zhou’s scheme—cold, unflinching, with no hint of guilt—was completely seamless, something Zhang Yупing, the pure and sincere campus beauty, could never have imagined. At that moment, a song titled "True Love Adventure" played from Zhou’s car. As Zhang listened, she began to feel genuinely touched, believing that Zhou was truly capable—willing to take risks for her and able to protect her at crucial moments. Thanks to Zhou’s regular drives home to visit her sick father, she had also grown deeply grateful over the past few days. Zhou used music as a means to pacify the beauty—his usual tactic—and it worked perfectly. Hmph! Laozi has just taken the initiative today! The rice has turned into cooked porridge! Zhou Chao lit a cigarette, taking advantage of Zhang Yuping's deep immersion in the music, and handed her a canned Coca-Cola. Zhang Yuping was completely unprepared, opened it, and drank it all at once. But after drinking, she felt dizzy, touched her forehead—hot! It was getting hotter, and now her whole body felt warm.