Zhou Chao, now shamelessly approaching Chen Zixue, who was busy working hard, asked for advice. Chen Zixue smiled contentedly and said, "Second brother! I'm conserving my strength and building momentum—now I'm full of energy and vigor! This little fiery one simply loves men with strong presence. You, just now, were like a docile sheep—how could you possibly make her comfortable?" With that, he quickened his movements, and the little fiery one, under Chen Zixue's passionate assault, had her hair disheveled, her jaw clenched tightly, and her body trembling. "I'm going to have you beg for mercy, little wretch!" Chen Zixue proudly demonstrated his prowess on the bed before his second brother. Under his relentless intensity, the little fiery one quickly pleaded, "Brother! You're absolutely amazing! I can't take it anymore! You're the most powerful man I've ever met!" Yet Chen Zixue only grew more vigorous. "Please! Please! Spare me! I'm dying! Ah!" "Little辣椒 was pierced by Chen Zixue's steel rod and started bleeding. Chen Zixue saw how Xiao Liang's earlier vigorous energy had completely subsided, now replaced by a face full of desperate pleading—exactly the expression Chen Zixue loved most. Conquering this little辣椒 had been a dream for countless male students. Now, seeing that he could make her beg, Chen Zixue realized his campus dating game had truly reached new heights. Ha! What a thrill! What a thrill! High-light, you so-called campus handsome, you're going to die! Even if I and my younger brother don't end up with Zhang Yuping, we will absolutely not let you two be together—because I am the number one top-gorgeous male at Kyoto University. The beautiful flowers are mine to pick; if you want to pick, go pick the ones I've already grown tired of. Ha! Myself and my younger brother will sweep the campus clean—get out of the way, you useless High-light! High-light was truly devastated. Whenever he appeared among the girls, they seemed to avoid him as if he were a plague. Zhang Yuping paid him no attention at all, and High-light's heart froze to the He got up very early every day, practicing military drills and taekwondo, increasing his daily push-ups from 1,000 to 3,000, hoping that through relentless physical activity, he could shift the sense of loss within himself. "Master! No, no! You're being too harsh on yourself! Please, rally up! Even though Zhang Yупing isn't by your side, you must hold on! Hold on!" The voice of the little angel came through clearly when High-light was at his lowest. "Ying'er, come out now! Master misses you so much!" High-light communicated with Ying'er through brainwave consciousness in his mind. "Master! Ying'er has one message for you—storms are coming. You must never slacken your efforts. You can only grow stronger, stronger still, constantly challenging yourself and surpassing your limits to defeat your current adversaries!" Ying'er's voice was fresh as a young bird emerging from the valley, gentle as a young swallow returning home, pure as a heavenly melody. Upon hearing this, High-light felt an endless surge of motivation. Gao Liang certainly knew his opponents were Zhou Chao and Chen Zixue—the one who had defeated him in the knowledge competition. The two were allies. Come on! Both of you come on! I'm not afraid to lose! I want to win! I can win! Gao Liang was filled with passion, clenching his Jinguan punch so tightly that it cracked with sound. With a resounding crash, he launched it. "Crack!" A solid wooden board shattered under the impact. "Great! Outstanding, boss!" A wave of voices rose. Gao Liang turned to see his three longtime friends—Fat Deng, Reserved Yang, and Soft-Winged Wu—arriving with a group of their comrades from Fenghuo Hall. "You guys! How did you all come to the university?" Gao Liang was delighted to see his three friends and their Fenghuo Hall companions arrive. "Wherever the boss is, that's where we are," the three friends chuckled. The rest of the comrades quickly bowed deeply to Gao Liang and then rose to say, "Boss, we heard that Zhou Chao had enrolled at Jilin University. We're worried about him!" Zhou Chao is a big tree—he’s quietly summoned his group of younger brothers, and so we’ve come along too! We’ll keep fighting Zhou Chao, this little man, to the very end!" "Excellent!" Gao Liang said with conviction: "But our real opponent is someone even more formidable—Chen Zixue!" "With our leader at the helm, we’re ready to face fire and water, no matter what!" The brothers were filled with passion. "Protect the sister-in-law!" Someone among the brothers shouted out a rallying cry. Gao Liang smiled helplessly, shook his head, and sighed: "Brothers! There’s already been a significant misunderstanding between me and Zhang Yuping. I’ll explain everything to you later. Right now, what we need to do is keep growing stronger, stronger still, surpassing our limits—only then can we defeat this combined opponent. Brothers! The time for our trial has arrived. Are you ready?" "Back to the leader! We’re always ready—wherever the leader’s gun points, we’ll follow!" "Three friends in need, stepping in to answer." "Great! Great! To have you all as brothers—this is truly a blessing beyond measure. From this day forward, let’s begin a rigorous training regimen! Increase our push-ups from 300 to 500! Extend our military drills and taekwondo sessions by one hour each day. And every evening, before going to bed, review the day’s training—absorb, reflect, and continuously refine. Our goal is to become warriors of steel, ready to shine on the battlefield!" Each word from Gao Huang carried strength, and his brothers drew renewed energy from his resolve. Soon, Gao Huang led the group in training himself. "Attack me now!" he commanded to his three friends and the rest of the team. Yet, the three friends expressed their hesitation: "Boss, how can this be? What if someone gets hurt?" "Enough talking! This is my order! Remember—attack with force! Attack with force!" Gao Huang issued a firm, unyielding command. The three unreliable friends had to step up and fight alongside the others, launching a relentless assault on the elder. The punches came down like a steady rain, yet astonishingly, Gao Liang didn't dodge them nor summon any internal energy to resist—he simply absorbed everything. Blood flowed from Gao Liang's nose, his waist was struck by the left foot of one of his brothers, and his abdomen was hit by a solid punch from another. Despite all this, Gao Liang didn't utter a single word of pain, standing firm under the astonishment of his brothers. "Older brother, why are you so foolish? Why aren't you fighting back?" the three asked, puzzled. Gao Liang's blood spilled onto the ground, staining it red. He said, "The storm is coming! Ying'er was right. I must grow stronger! Stronger still! Before I grow strong, I want to experience the storm firsthand. I want every person who has been treating us unfairly to suffer. Anyone who stands in my way will fall—Fate will kill those who stand in my path, and people will be killed simply for blocking my way!" "Master! You're truly foolish! I know you've been longing for Zhang Ying'er's voice reached Gao Liang's mind—how kind and understanding she was! Gao Liang's heart cried out: "Ying'er, now I know why you've been unwilling to see me! Do you know? Besides Zhang Yупing, my heart has always carried only you! It's full of you! Full of you!" Ying'er cried tears in a corner far away—this was the first time she had ever cried.