"Wow! Huang has good luck! Huang has good luck!" Some student shouted, and the sound carried through the sound system to reach Zhang Yuping at the far end. Immediately, Zhang Yuping stood up and saw water Linglong's body leaning over into Huang's arms. Huang, just in time, caught her, and the two embraced each other warmly—soft and delicate, a sight that made many others envious and furious. Zhou Chao gritted his teeth in anger: "Damn it! It's Huang again, snatching my girl! He took Zhang Yuping, and now he's also claiming this new favorite. At this rate, I'll end up single. Why is it always Huang who has good fortune, while I'm left playing with ordinary girls? It's clear—Huang and I are destined to be rivals. This time, I must strike hard and eliminate Huang! Zhang Yuping, watching water Linglong being embraced by Huang, looked deeply touched, her heart filled with a sense of unease. Last time, it was so dramatic—this time, right in front of so many people, these two were hugging and holding each other tightly. Well done, Gao Liang! I'm through with you—I'm officially turning my back on you! At the same time, in a quiet corner, someone beaming with pride, laughing heartily to themselves: Zhou Chao! Gao Liang! Zhang Yuping! You're all under my control now. You've all caught fire—haha! I'm just sitting back, watching the drama unfold, letting the fisherman reap the benefits. After the ball, Zhang Yuping returned to the foreign language department classroom feeling deeply disappointed. Many girls in the department were talking about the latest gossip—the campus's top handsome boy, Gao Liang, and the new transfer student, Shui Linglong. Holding a foreign language book, Zhang Yuping stared at it blankly, unable to focus. Then, quietly, a person entered and sat down beside her—Gao Liang. "Get out of here!" Zhang Yuping immediately snapped upon seeing Gao Liang. But Gao Liang didn't move. Instead, he simply said to her, "It's not at all what you see!" "I don't want to hear it! Get out! Get out right now! Or I'll scream!" Yet Gao Liang didn't budge. Zhang Yuping, furious, threw a foreign language book at his head. Gao Liang didn't dodge—he simply waited for the book to settle on him. A soft "plink" sounded, and the book landed at the corner of the room. Looking up, he saw someone had caught it. "Shui Linglong! She's here!" Gao Liang noticed that Shui Linglong now held a foreign language book, and she said coldly to Zhang Yuping, "This is my boyfriend. What gives you the right to hit him?" Zhang Yuping was stunned. A moment later, Gao Liang directly asked, "Gao Liang, is this your girlfriend?" Before Gao Liang could answer, Shui Linglong handed Zhang Yuping a letter. Zhang Yuping read it, her heart shattered—it was a sweet, romantic letter written by Gao Liang to Shui Linglong. Especially this line: "My little darling, I think of you every night and feel especially missing you Zhang Yuping shed tears of sorrow, biting her lips and saying to Gao Liang, "We still..." But the two words that followed lingered for a long time, never quite coming out, as her tears continuously flowed onto the ground. Gao Liang listened to this half-sentence in his heart, feeling as though knives were piercing his chest. Yet he firmly controlled his emotions, knowing that he was walking the path of the strong—never to be defeated by feelings, even though he deeply cared for Zhang Yuping. He understood that if a man were held back by emotion, he would ultimately fail to achieve greatness. The path to divinity could never be obstructed by rivals or by beautiful women. At that moment, Gao Liang's face remained expressionless. He said nothing, but looked at Zhang Yuping with genuine seriousness, saying, "Take good care of yourself while I'm away from you." Zhang Yuping felt the weight of those words and immediately realized that her own remarks had been too harsh. Why had she brought up the matter she hadn’t even voiced? In truth, she deeply cared for this man. At that moment, when Gao Liang was stepping out of the classroom, Zhou Chao appeared. Zhou Chao’s gaze was like a blade—cutting. He watched as Shui Linglong and Gao Liang stood side by side, and noticed Zhang Yuping’s attentive, complex look toward Gao Liang. Without hesitation, he shouted at Gao Liang, “You’re holding onto two beautiful women! If you don’t make your intentions clear right now, I’ll take out your pig feet!” “Get out of my way!” Gao Liang said, his voice cold and firm. Yet Zhou Chao and his three brothers were determined to completely break with Gao Liang. After all, both the Black Tiger Clan and Gao Liang’s grandfather had arrived, and Zhou Chao’s father’s close friend had also stepped in, stating that as long as no one was seriously injured, things would remain peaceful within his jurisdiction. With the strong backing behind him, Zhou Chao now boasts the arrogance of a lion ready to devour its prey. Previously, he had hesitated before Gao Liang, having faced him on several occasions and never managed to win. This time, however, he intended to make a major move—turn the tide and completely knock Gao Liang off his feet. "Anyone who stands in my way dies! Who do you think you are?" Gao Liang's words carried a strong sense of authority. Yet Zhou Chao was even more confident, roaring skyward, "Nonsense, Gao Liang! What do you think you are? The very spot where you stand is my territory! I can have you vanish from Kyoto University right now—do you understand?" As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Liang launched his move—the Diamond Fist, a power-packed technique. Thanks to his recent intense physical training, Gao Liang's strength has significantly improved. From his third-year high school through his first year of university, continuous practice has sharpened his explosive power, making his strikes both precise and devastating. A sharp "crack" echoed through the air, as if the very fabric of space had been torn. "Ah Zhou Chao's face immediately swelled up into a large, balloon-like bump, pain forcing him to clench his swollen face and shake with discomfort. His earlier dignity was instantly swept away, and Gao Qing's sharp confidence was severely dampened. Zhou Chao gritted his teeth and pointed fiercely at Gao Qing's nose, saying, "You'll see! Next time, I'll make you die in agony!" Then, turning to his three younger brothers, he bellowed, "Let's go!" The three brothers, embarrassed and defeated, followed their elder brother. In a corner of the room, someone watched from afar, smiling quietly, "A rivalry has been formed! There's going to be some good drama!" Zhou Chao's grandfather arrived, which brought Zhou Chao great joy. "Grandfather! I knew you'd come—I could sense there was something that couldn't be settled!" Zhou Chao's grandfather looked nervous, his eyes sparkling with intelligence and enthusiasm, his face glowing with vitality. He was a reclusive figure. Originally, he had been practicing his unique martial arts skill, the Feng Yun Palm, and water-based abilities, in a courtyard on Leigong Mountain in Hanshai City. "Grandfather!" Zhou Chao broke down in tears in front of his grandfather, holding the swollen lump—swollen as large as a balloon—with both hands, his body trembling. Grandfather, witnessing his grandson being severely scolded for the first time, immediately crushed the porcelain teacup handed to him by Liu Qiang, and before Luo Qi, Wang Lei, or Liu Qiang could react, he began chewing the broken pieces vigorously, the sound of crunching filling the air. What on earth was going on?