At the same time, he gave four bundles of money to the brothers at Fenghuo Hall. How could the three close friends dare to accept it! But Gao Liang said, "We're going to get out of poverty! We'll all follow me! I'll make sure everyone has money to spend. This is your hard-earned reward—everyone will get a share!" The three close friends and the brothers were deeply moved, tears streaming down their faces, and immediately bowed down to say, "Boss! Please rest assured—we'll definitely strengthen and grow Fenghuo Hall!" "Good!" Gao Liang said firmly, "You've all worked hard these days. Go rest now!" As soon as the boss spoke, the three close friends led the brothers off happily. "Let's go have a drink!" Hearing Gao Liang and his brothers proudly carrying the money, the younger brothers of Zhou Chao were truly envious—how they wished they could follow Gao Liang and receive such generous rewards all at once. Under Zhou Chao, they felt so stingy and unappreciated. At that moment, Zhou Chao said with irritation, "What are you all thinking of? I've got plenty of money! Follow me— "Yet Zhou Chao and his young associates quietly shook their heads, sighed, and said, 'We're always eating these unwholesome meals—just looking at them makes us want to vomit!' But under Zhou Chao's pressure, they had to feign enthusiasm, saying, 'Great! Great!' Gao Liang, Chen Yuting, and Zhang Yупing, however, noticed the situation. Zhou Chao, once gracefully sweeping the floor, felt deeply embarrassed and walked off with a dull expression. Gao Liang, however, left him with one firm remark: 'Don't act so impressive—impressiveness will get you struck by lightning!' Zhou Chao was so furious his face turned red and turned back to say, 'Gao Liang, this isn't the end. Next time, I'll definitely break you!' In front of Chen Yuting and Zhang Yупing, Gao Liang declared, 'Anyone who stands in my way will fall—whether they're big or small!' His voice carried a powerful intensity. Watching Gao Liang, Zhou Chao's own hands clenched into fists, while behind him, Chen Yuting and Zhang Yупing stood firm. Zhou Chao then tossed over one final "We can only win by strategy!" Gao Liang nodded, handing over two stacks of money—amounting to 20,000 yuan—from the remaining 100,000 yuan to Chen Yuting. "Of this 20,000, give 10,000 to your parents and the other 10,000 to my family. Keep the remaining 300,000 for yourself!" "Yes!" Chen Yuting was deeply moved. Zhang Yuping, holding the fresh 40,000 yuan, said, "Husband, don't forget your tuition fees!" "Haha! It's our joint 40,000!" Gao Liang beamed with joy. "Then we should head off to school right away!" Zhang Yuping exclaimed with excitement. "Alright!" Gao Liang said, then took Zhang Yuping's hand and walked toward the Haibin City Railway Station. Chen Yuting waved them off. As she watched Gao Liang go, she found herself suddenly choked up—both joyful and heartbroken. Kyoto University, ranked number one nationwide, welcomed its new students on September 1st Zhang Yuping moved like a cheerful bird, weaving through the bustling crowd of freshmen, pulling Gao Liang forward. The handsome couple immediately attracted many students' attention. "Husband! Look! There's the Wuming Lake ahead, and that tower by the lake—ah, it's the Boya Tower! So beautiful!" Zhang Yuping grabbed Gao Liang's hand and ran toward the lake. The willow trees by the lake bent their heads low; their branches, like flowing hair, cascaded down, some even touching the water. The lake water was clear, reflecting the graceful silhouette of the willows. Zhang Yuping was delighted, completely relaxed—no longer tense like she had been in high school. University life truly was vibrant and colorful! To be studying at such an outstanding university, which feels like a park, made Zhang Yuping feel incredibly excited. Gao Liang was equally thrilled. The two held hands tightly, like a couple, never letting go. The two of them registered on the same day at the orientation office for new students. Zhang Yупing studied in the foreign languages program, while Gao Liang majored in computer science and technology. Upon enrollment, all new students were required to undergo military training—a regimen many found to be nothing short of hell. After watching the instructor demonstrate the movements, the plump male student reluctantly got down on his hands and knees, counting aloud: "1, 2, 3..." As the instructor counted, the student could no longer hold on when the instructor reached 30—his arms gave out and he collapsed onto the ground. The instructor, with firm boots, kicked him hard and shouted, "Get up! Get up now!" But the student remained motionless, weakly saying, "I have no strength left!" "A coward! If this were the battlefield, you'd be the expendable fodder!" The instructor pointed at the motionless student and roared. Amidst the disappointment of the male and female students, the student meekly retreated. The instructor, flushed with anger, felt deeply embarrassed—within such a renowned university, someone would simply avoid military training. This was truly a blow to Kyoto University's reputation. Immediately, the instructor turned to the entire group of male and female students and commanded, "Do 100 push-ups as a group!" "Wow! That's really harsh!" "How could they treat us girls like this?" one girl exclaimed. The nicknames "Perfectionist" and "Ice Prince" quickly spread across the playground, and students voiced their complaints—after all, these students had never undergone any intensive physical training in high school. Suddenly being asked to do push-ups, even 20 was a stretch, let alone 100. Yet, the Perfectionist remained impassive, standing on the podium, observing the lines of male and female students. Most of them performed poorly, especially the girls, who would immediately lie down as soon as they tried to get into the push-up position. Frustrated, the Ice Prince strode over to a girl who had collapsed and shouted at her, "Get up right now and do it again!" The girl, timid by nature, trembled under the pressure, and due to her anxiety, managed only a few push-ups before collapsing once more. All the boys stopped doing their push-ups, their eyes fixed on the girl who couldn't do a single one. The girl with a furrowed brow shouted, "What are you all waiting for? Look at me! If you don't meet the standards, I'm going to record your military training performance in your file!"