Zhang Yuping's academic performance has plummeted. Originally a self-respecting, outstanding student, she now finds herself unable to blame anyone—though in her heart, she clearly knows that she's being controlled, using hypnosis. Yet she refuses to speak about it. With the college entrance exam drawing nearer, if things continue like this, all her three years of hard work will be for nothing. Zhang Yuping's pain remains unspoken within her. Everyone else, however, grows increasingly concerned. "Wow! Husband!" Zhang Yuping answered awkwardly in front of Gao Qiang and his three close friends, as well as in front of Zhou Chao and the rest of the group. Gao Qiang felt quite frustrated. Why was his wife so obedient to Zhou Chao? Had he perhaps mistaken his ears? His three friends also expressed their sympathy and sorrow, saying, "Leader, we never expected that your sister-in-law would switch her affections so quickly!" Of course, Gao Qiang still couldn't accept the reality. Ignoring Zhou Chao's presence, he took Zhang Yuping's hand and said, "Wife! I'm your husband! Don't you remember our promise after the college entrance exam?" As he spoke, Zhang Yuping stared at him with wide eyes, her eyebrows raised in indignation, saying, "Gao Qiang, you're absolutely shameless! Please don't tarnish my reputation!" "Hear that, you poor boy!" Zhou Chao said proudly. Gao Qiang, who always found Zhou Chao's gaze dismissive, naturally responded with determination. "Take me home, husband!" High light was deeply moved to see Zhang Yупing speak to Zhou Chao in a soft, gentle voice, while Zhou Chao was warmly assisting Zhang Yупing by opening her door and helping her get into his car. Zhou Chao's confident demeanor, with a clear air of mockery, contrasted sharply with High light's growing frustration and anger. "Big guy! You can't fall now!" High light had finally fallen, not because he wasn't caring about Zhang Yупing, but because she had been so utterly indifferent. High light was ill and had missed school. In the campus, a new sight had emerged: Zhou Chao proudly bringing Zhang Yупing into view, declaring to everyone, "She's my girl!" Zhou Chao was constantly making such declarations, yet Zhang Yупing was quietly weeping. Many people were asking, "What exactly is going on with Zhang Yurong?" Zhou Chao quietly gathered his inner energy, activating the super-energy water sphere within him and controlling the crystal sphere that Zhang Yurong had been swallowing. Immediately, Zhang Yurong seemed like a completely different person—she dried her tears and smiled through her tears, saying, "Yes! Zhou Chao has always been my husband, hasn't he?" "You selfish woman! You've been unfaithful!" Some of the brothers from the Fenghuo Hall loudly mocked her. Zhang Yurong's eyes filled with sorrow, but the brothers intensified their ridicule. One brother shouted, "The head of the hall has been sick for you—he hasn't even come to class for three days!" Zhang Yurong's tears flowed again. Zhou Chao, a polished but insincere gentleman, couldn't bear to harshly reprimand the Fenghuo Hall brothers in front of Zhang Yurong. He only glared at them fiercely, bit his lips, and thought to himself, "You bunch of fools—eventually, you'll all be my dinner!" Gao Liang was really seriously ill—not at home, but in the school dormitory. To avoid worrying his family, he had locked himself in the dormitory. Liu Heigou came over and now looked at Gao Liang with growing disdain. Why? Because Fang Bin, the headmaster, had been on long-term business trips and hadn’t returned yet. Now the school was run by only a deputy headmaster—a senior teacher who held the title but had little real power. With that, Liu Heigou felt more confident and bold. Gao Liang, the student, never seemed to appeal to him, despite his steady progress toward the college entrance exams. Even though Gao Liang had made significant academic improvements, Liu Heigou genuinely disliked him from the bottom of his heart. Fang Bin’s prolonged absence had sparked widespread speculation among the teachers—many believed he would never return again, that something must have happened at home. Liu Heigou felt particularly pleased. Ever since Zhou Chao once visited him and presented him with a surprisingly generous envelope—how much, however, he was not willing to disclose. As a result, Liu Heigou’s disdain for Gao Liang only grew stronger. This time, he had missed three consecutive classes without even taking a single leave—clearly not taking me, the teacher, seriously. "Gao Liang! Do you know what the serious consequences are for missing three days without a single leave?" Liu Heigou said with confidence, having prepared thoroughly, and his group of supporters from Zhou Chao were right behind him. "Gao... Liang," Gao Liang lay on his single bed, still unable to utter the last syllable. Liu Heigou grew furious, his eyes rolling to the whites, and roared, "Gao Liang! Get up! Write a written apology! Apologize personally in front of the entire school faculty and student body! Remember, it must be ten pages long, with absolutely no typos—no single mistake in spelling or punctuation! Oh, and by the way, the paper must be a premium, hardcover one—only available at the Wencu Xing stationery shop on Ru Xue Street! It's due tomorrow morning! I'll personally inspect it! Otherwise—ah-ha! You'll see!" "Don't push me too hard! When you push enough, even a dog will jump the wall!" The fire of anger burned in his eyes, directly confronting them. "Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!" Zhou Chao's lieutenant Luo Qi and Wang Lei rushed up and delivered three sharp slaps to Gao Liang. Due to his poor health, Gao Liang had no strength to defend himself, and being unprepared, the blows stung deeply. Blood flowed from his cheeks and splashed onto the bedsheet, staining it red. "You want to challenge our boss? Then go and die!" As Luo Qi and Wang Lei walked away, they didn't forget to kick him—right in the chest. Gao Liang felt only pain and a warm surge rising from his chest, followed by a gush of blood spilling out. "Ying'er! Ying'er!" After Liu Hei and Zhou Chao's other subordinates had left, tears streamed down Gao Liang's face—not from pain, but from a deep sense of loss. "Ying'er, why haven't you come to see me?" At that moment, a line of text appeared in his mind, which surprised him greatly. Yet, upon reading it, he sank to the coldest point of his heart: "Master!" Now is a period of great trial. You must endure this testing. Face even the greatest difficulties—stand firm! You must never fall! Master! Rise up! Rise from where you fell and keep moving! Keep moving! Keep moving! "I wish to become a god!" High Liang's passion surged to life.