The guys immediately snapped back to attention, lying flat on the ground and performing push-ups with great intensity. Before the plump girl, the one with the crooked face continued to press her, until she could bear it no longer, her pleading eyes clearly saying, "Please, let me go." Yet the crooked-faced one managed a barely perceptible smile, watching the girl's ample chest subtly reveal itself as she did push-ups, and with a sly gaze, said to her, "Shall I personally teach you?" Without waiting for the girl to respond, the crooked-faced one eagerly began to demonstrate, guiding her hand-to-hand through the push-ups. "Like this!" As she spoke, one hand firmly pressed against the girl's, while the other, at a moment of surprise, gently brushed the girl's full breasts. The girl's face dropped even lower in embarrassment. She felt as though she had been completely taken for granted, yet had to endure it silently, nearly shedding tears. Yet the stern, awkward officer only grew more insistent, ordering her to stand up and publicly correct her "at attention" and "march" posture—what constituted a "correction" was nothing short of hands-on, body-to-body demonstrations. While the girl was fully absorbed in perfecting her stance, the officer once again discreetly brushed against her firm buttocks. The officer's actions were so seamless that not a single classmate noticed. However, Gao Liang observed it clearly, thanks to his refined "spiritual sight"—a skill honed through sustained training that now allowed him to perceive clearly from a distance. With a gentle smile, Gao Liang realized that beyond being a "persecutor" and a "cold-faced beast," the officer was also a man with a clear interest in the female students. Without a proper reprimand, it would have been unjust. The opportunity arrived immediately, as, after securing the advantage, the officer began to mock the male students. He shouted at a young man who had only done fifty push-ups, "For heaven's sake, he's practically a sickly creature!" The young man was humiliated, his face turning red with embarrassment, and he slowly retreated back to his seat. Meanwhile, the man with the prominent facial features grew more arrogant, fixing the group of young men with an air of utter contempt and mocking, "You all haven't even passed the test! On the battlefield, you're all cowards!" The collective humiliation poured over the young men like a sudden, refreshing shower—cooling them to the core. After all, these boys had been among the top-performing students in the region, consistently admired and praised by parents, classmates, and teachers. They had never been treated this way before. Every one of them clenched their fists, eager to charge at the man with the prominent face and give him a solid beating. It was a common occurrence for military personnel to speak sharply and scold others. It's completely different from the qualities of the students inside the ivory tower, after all, since the growth environments and training demands for soldiers and students are inherently distinct. Yet, public humiliation is absolutely intolerable. Gao Liang stepped forward with courage, radiating an unyielding spirit. "Old man, I shall uphold justice! I'm the very top male student at Kyoto University! You dare to publicly insult everyone here, including me!" With confident posture, Gao Liang rose to the podium, and all the male students gave him a standing ovation. The female students watched him with wide, admiring eyes. The one with a puzzled expression, however, saw only an unremarkable young man and still maintained a look of condescension on her lips, "Hmph! Just you?" Clearly, she didn't respect Gao Liang at all. Gao Liang said nothing, simply bowing down to the ground. At that moment, the entire field erupted—like salt scattered into boiling water—creating a lively commotion. "Can he really do it?" Many students were questioning it, and Zhang Yупing was looking at this "husband" with a mixture of familiarity and bewilderment. "Heh! Just now, the guys did at most 50 push-ups—100? That's tough!" Someone's voice drew everyone's attention— it was the plump girl who had only managed three push-ups earlier. With a beaming expression, the girl lowered herself beside Gao Liang and whispered to him, "If you give up now, it's still too late! Otherwise, you'll have a lot to look forward to!" Gao Liang said nothing, merely pretending to be clumsy and awkwardly performing the push-ups. "Haha!" Seeing Gao Liang struggle even with the most basic push-up movement, the girl felt even more confident, mentally cursing, "You're such a fool— a slim guy pretending to be a big one!" The male and female students across the entire campus shook their heads, deeply disappointed. Zhang Yuping grew concerned. This bright spot—really, it’s embarrassing for me! If everyone knew he was my boyfriend, I’d lose my face completely. You’ve got no dignity at all—how can I even keep mine? "You idiot! Get back to the playground right now!" The man with the hunched face raised his voice, his black pointed leather shoes tapping loudly on the hard cement floor—clearly, he was making a threat. High Light merely said coldly, "Let’s have a match, shall we?" "Hahahaha!" The man with the hunched face responded with even greater contempt. "You and me? Honestly, look at you—what a mess!" The standoff between the two men sent the entire group of students into a frenzy. Everyone just wanted to watch the drama unfold—whether they won or lost didn’t matter as long as they could survive this military training session. They shouted wildly, "Come on! Come on! Let’s see them compete—we’re all waiting!" Zhang Yuping called out to the crowd, "High Light, come down! Don’t let me down!" "Highlight gracefully rose to his feet, brushed his lips with his right hand, then swept outward with a supremely elegant gesture, sending the crowd into a stir." "Wow! What a handsome guy!" someone from the group of female spectators exclaimed. "So cool! He's just like Jay Chou—no, even cooler than Jay Chou!" Another girl was captivated by Highlight's demeanor and couldn't help but praise him enthusiastically. At the same time, some voices were less enthusiastic: "He's just thin-faced and padding with weight—trying to impress!" "Haha! If he can actually win this moment, I'll run ten laps around the track right away!" ... The atmosphere was exceptionally lively. Some even distributed questionnaires, each bearing the question: "Who do you think wins this match? Answer: □A, the instructor □B, the confident student." Everyone received one, and they all burst into laughter. Zhang Yупing stared at the phrase "confident student" and clenched her teeth tightly, mentally berating Highlight in her heart a thousand and a thousand times. From the podium, Gao Liang easily spotted Zhang Yurong’s flushed, angry face. He immediately took the ballot from the well-meaning observer, made a quick mark with his brush, and the observer beamed with a smile, swiftly passing the sheet to the crowd. Zhang Yurong received it, with a bold, confident inscription: “I’m the one—no doubt about it!” As Zhang Yurong glanced at Gao Liang, ready to silently chide him for his vanity, Gao Liang’s gaze met hers—oh! How confident he was! There was a quiet, irresistible charm in that look, as though he were silently saying, “Believe in me.”