Zhang Yuping is a confident, independent beauty of the highest caliber. She doesn't want to just be a decorative figure—she insists: "I can do it myself!" Yet, her success is deeply rooted in the exceptional cultivation and guidance from our outstanding male lead. Let's see exactly how that unfolds. Please take a moment to save this book before you continue! May everyone's journey of saving it lead to a vibrant, fulfilling life. Follow the highlighter, master your own destiny, and in doing so, also shape others' destinies, command the world, and ultimately become a god! However, this time, it still falls just short—once more, when thrown over, it doesn't work. Her initially pleasant mood now turns quite dismal. In contrast, the girl gives the young man two additional kisses. "No more games!" Zhang Yuping decides to give up, but a mocking voice rises: "Oh! Your luck seems so bad—you still have another handsome man behind you! Yet, you're all just beautiful but not functional. Only my husband truly stands out!" "You! You... don't underestimate me!" This is the first time Zhang Yuping has ever had a disagreement with someone. Highlight merely smiles calmly. "Hehe! Why don't we have a proper match then?" the girl said with clear disdain. Zhang Yuping, by nature, was never one to back down. "Great! Let's go! Who's afraid of whom?" The double-team tie-throwing competition began. The girl and the young man stood in a line, each holding a halter, posing gracefully and throwing them toward their preferred targets. "Wow! It's getting heavier again! Even heavier!" the crowd erupted in cheers once more. "Husband, I just can't believe it—my luck isn't as good as theirs!" Zhang Yuping said, holding tightly onto Gao Liang's hand. Gao Liang still smiled gently, saying, "Just have confidence. I don't want to get involved." "No way! I want you to play with me! And you have to win! Didn't you see the way they're acting—so superior, as if they don't even care about us! I'm determined to win! Husband! Please! They really want to win!" Zhang Yuping's voice was sweet and pleading, making Gao Liang feel particularly at ease. Came right up to Zhang Yuping and whispered into her ear: "Honey, I can help you, but I have one condition—I insist you give me a tip!" "What kind of tip?" Zhang Yuping laughed softly, her lips slightly parted, looking absolutely charming. "Keep it confidential, but promise me!" Gao Liang thought: How thoughtful this girl is—she really knows how to win her man over, showering him with passionate kisses, while I, right now, haven't even managed a single one. Zhang Yuping's focus was entirely on winning the competition for the collar, and under the inspiration of that confident girl, she said without hesitation, "Honey, as long as we win, I'll promise you anything!" Gao Liang felt a surge of satisfaction. Today was going to be a special day for his big wife—he was going to enjoy a tender, intimate moment on the soft, springy mattress, wrapped in the pure, delicate beauty of Zhang Yuping. It began, it began—but it fell short of expectations. Gao Liang hadn't actually joined in; he had been watching from the sidelines. "Yuping!" I've grown tired of these simple games—please take over and throw them for me! Remember, hold one collar in each hand: left hand means I'm throwing, right hand means you're throwing. How about that?" Highlight beamed with a smile. Zhang Yeping sighed, feeling utterly helpless—what had happened to her husband? He'd actually made her throw alone! Under the crowd's watchful eyes, the throwing began. The more carefully Zhang Yeping threw, the more problems arose—she ended up throwing three times, totaling six collars. Aside from successfully hitting the most recent 5-yuan glass cup, she missed all the others. In contrast, the young couple managed to hit four out of their six collars, all of which were valuable items. The young couple burst into laughter, and Zhang Yeping felt immense pressure! Her little mouth was pouting high. Highlight, of course, noticed this, and said to her, "Don't worry—there's still a good show coming up. Remember, you were too tense, too focused on the game!" "Of course I was!" "I'm completely focused on winning!" Zhang Yuping said honestly. "Calm down! Calm down! Set winning and losing aside, let your heart settle—once it's still, then gently let go!" After Gao Liang said this, Zhang Yuping felt a warm sense of comfort, and a scene came to mind: on the playground of Hanhai No.1 Middle School, practicing the double parallel bars, she had heard Gao Liang's encouragement: "Don't be nervous, relax! Relax!" Indeed, that time she had been so tense she had nearly fallen off the bars—thanks to Gao Liang's reminder, she had managed to stay composed and learned to perform the move. Though this time she wasn't doing the double bars, Gao Liang's words truly made sense. Why did she care so much about winning or losing? Why was she so nervous? These were pressures she had created for herself out of nowhere. No, she could do it. She didn't fear losing. She would throw with full heart. Even if she didn't succeed, she would feel no regret—because she had thrown with sincerity, without complaint. Yes! When Zhang Yurong threw the disc for the second time, she released it with ease, treating the simple ring-throwing game as a leisure activity—she simply wanted to have fun! Why should I make things difficult for myself? Zhang Yurong smiled gently, and her graceful charm became even more captivating, her curves beautifully defined. Wow! With her confident, composed demeanor combined with her naturally attractive appearance, she immediately drew many people to pause and watch. "Wow! I'm starting to look more like a model every day! Oh, right! She's the campus beauty of Kyoto University! I even saw a video of her on the internet yesterday—what a stunning presence!" A young man in the crowd exclaimed. "Perfect! Who's her boyfriend?" asked the next person. "If I had a beauty like that as a friend, that would be amazing!" remarked the third person, adding his own thoughts. … Amid the stream of praise, Zhang Yurong naturally threw the disc, first with a smooth, elegant motion using her right hand, aiming at the jade ring that had long been a source of admiration. In her heart, she thought, "I believe—I can do this!" The crowd held its breath, for the floral neckpiece swayed gracefully in the air, rolling and curving with such beauty—it looked like a rainbow. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! It's off! It's off!" the girl had scoffed, her voice sharp and loud, like a public address system, irritating to listen to. Zhang Yупing remained confident, feeling relaxed. The floral neckpiece was still heading toward a fine blue-and-white vase. "I'm not a vase! I can do it! I believe!" Zhang Yупing's bright voice refreshed everyone's attention, and Hao Liang smiled warmly. Even as the girl continued to mock, and when, against all expectations, a sudden breeze carried the floral neckpiece gently, causing it to settle perfectly. "Wow! Heaven's help! It's automatically corrected its course—success! Success! The campus flower of Kyoto University has won!" The crowd erupted in cheers. The girl, once so confident, now had her face lengthened and immediately scowled, saying, "This time it was just luck—she still had a collar in her hand, right? And it was her left hand, a mistake! Hah! Hah! What will she do now? What will she do?" As she said "what will she do," Zhang Yuping naturally threw the circle with her left hand. "Wow! Another rainbow appears! Haha! So refreshing! Just like watching the campus beauty throwing circles—way more exciting than a TV fashion show!" a young man exclaimed. This wasn't just praise—Zhang Yuping's well-rounded grace made her stand out beautifully on television, truly a standout among the crowd. "Not good! Not good!" the girl's mocking voice came again. Yet the crowd was enthusiastic, shouting, "Yes! Hit it! Hit it!" Zhang Yuping's left hand released a slender metal ring, like a beam of silvery light, aimed straight at a distant blue-and-white bowl. The blue-and-white bowl has a slightly large rim, while the metal ring's diameter is only nearly the same as that of the bowl's rim—so even when placed right in front of you, it's not always easy to throw it in. Rainping actually has no confidence at all, as the chances of success are very slim. Yet Gao encourages her to throw boldly and says, "Wife! Your 'scattering of heavenly flowers' is truly outstanding!" With her husband's encouragement and praise, Rainping becomes even more relaxed. The metal ring spins gracefully and sways beautifully in the air. "Miss! No! No!" the young couple exclaims. The ring misses and lands heavily on the ground, bouncing back. "Ha! You've lost! We've won!" the young couple cheers wildly. Yet the crowd suddenly erupts in excitement, shouting, "It's a hit! The beautiful woman has made it! Everyone, come and see! A miracle!" Rainping, initially disappointed, quickly follows the enthusiastic crowd's gaze—what a surprise! Remarkably, after bouncing three times off the hard marble floor, the metal ring landed precisely on the blue-and-white porcelain bowl, almost brushing the rim. What a miracle! Today, it seems the heavens have favored me with such good fortune. The crowd went wild, and an young man had already captured the entire scene with a high-definition digital camera, documenting this truly stunning moment.