Wow! There's actually such a wonderful teacher! Previously, when I went to various gyms for training, I often felt embarrassed and criticized by the instructors. Unexpectedly, this young, handsome Chinese man before me is so well-mannered, teaching everyone through praise and encouragement. Twenty-one women have truly embraced this teaching style, and they've made remarkable progress—mastering a graceful dance move that Mr. Gao highlighted in just ten minutes. Mr. Fujino watches Mr. Gao with a warm smile, clearly delighted. It's truly a great honor for our Great Japanese Empire that Mr. Gao has joined the Hong Tai Group, especially since he's managed to train even Japan's finest female instructors so effectively. If our Great Japanese Empire could have several talents like Mr. Gao serving us, that would indeed be wonderful! Yet, in his heart, Mr. Fujino now feels a bit off in his calculations. Though Mr. Gao has been compelled to join the Hong Tai Group, in his heart, his loyalty and affection remain forever rooted in the Chinese homeland. At critical moments, he will step forward to defend his nation's dignity and interests. Now, being particularly interested in Tokyo University, Old Zhi wants to take a few days of study and spend some time with his daughter, hah! Studying, spending time with his daughter—especially Japanese beauties—this is truly the lofty ambition of a young Chinese man. While most people would find it difficult, Old Zhi is confident he can achieve it, and he aims to have every beautiful woman at Tokyo University shower him with affection and pursue him. Old Zhi aspires to become a god and a king. He will wield power when awake and rest contentedly at the feet of beautiful women. Suddenly, Old Zhi has such a grand ambition. "I wish to become a god!" To achieve this divine status, Old Zhi needs a qualitative leap—this time, a more powerful one! No one can stop his journey toward divinity. Should anyone stand in his way, there will be only one path: to meet his end. Gods are compassionate, yet also dignified. Any outburst from a god is far more formidable than any human rage. The heavens would tremble, the sun and moon would grow dim, and the entire world would be plunged into darkness—only those who followed me and listened to me could survive; those who opposed me would perish! Moreover, before the highlight arrived, as long as I simply walked around the University of Tokyo, these Japanese women would glance at me, complimenting me—so handsome! so cool! But once the highlight came to the University of Tokyo, I suddenly felt outshone. These striking Japanese women were all captivated by the rather unimpressive yet charming appearance of the highlight, and I couldn't help feeling dissatisfied. How could it be that this clumsy young man, the highlight, had immediately taken the spotlight from me? I simply wouldn't accept it. So,阪井 deliberately spoke to the highlight in a mocking tone, saying, "Oh, you've become deputy team leader and now you think you're above everyone? If you truly have what it takes, then challenge me directly!" The highlight only glanced at him and replied with a look of disdain, "You're not even in my league!" "Hanai was so furious his face lengthened like a train. Damn it! Gao Liang, this arrogant kid, had mocked him right in front of all the girls, completely humiliating him. So he roared, "Gao Liang, don't get too proud yet! If it weren't for our Fujino senior seeing potential in you, I wouldn't have spared a single word!" At that moment, Fujino felt as though Hanai had also embarrassed him. He turned to Hanai and commanded, "You two stop shouting! Show me what a true warrior is made of!" This remark further riled Hanai. Ha! With a confident smile, he glanced slyly at Gao Liang and said, "Gao Liang, Gao Liang—your defeat is certain! You don't know what I'm capable of! I possess a unique, special ability—my very own secret power! And it's the very first one to shine under the Red Sun!" Hanai felt proud, yet Gao Liang completely ignored him, which truly drove Hanai to the point of having his face stretched longer than a train. "Ladies! Come with me and practice! You see, regular exercise helps maintain youthful beauty and After finishing his demonstration, High Light began showing a sample movement. Twenty-one Japanese girls, fresh and pure, practiced in unison with his movements, their actions growing increasingly graceful. After a splendid display, High Light walked through the formation, which resembled a blooming flower pattern—like a single green leaf among a sea of blossoms. He gently supported one Japanese woman’s waist, cupping her slender waist with his hands and said to her, “Keep your back straight and your chest up—only then will you look truly beautiful!” Yet, in the process, he accidentally caught sight of two full, rounded breasts on the woman—how stunningly beautiful these girls truly were! High Light couldn’t get enough of teaching them. Hanai grew increasingly jealous, nearly furious—how dare he compare himself to the Japanese martial arts masters while playing with our beautiful women! His sense of justice was deeply wounded. While High Light was teaching the last woman in the back row, Hanai launched a sudden attack—a cold, precise dart aimed directly at High Light’s back. That dart was exceptionally sharp and deadly; if struck, the consequences would have been dire. The beautiful woman was Mei Huizi, who today had been somewhat distracted, focusing intently on Gao Liang. She found him truly exceptional—she never expected to encounter such a remarkable man during her visit to China. However, when she saw an incoming hidden dart and exclaimed, "It's over!" she realized her body had been suddenly pressed to the ground by Gao Liang's sudden movement, and with a whoosh, the dart whistled past. Mei Huizi had assumed she would escape unharmed, only to find that the dart turned back. "It's over!" she closed her eyes, realizing that after observing Gao Liang's body deflect the dart, the dart now aimed directly at her face. "A master of dart manipulation! You're truly a master of the dart technique!" Gao Liang had finally grasped the skill. Just as Hakui was proudly exuding confidence, Mei-ko was suddenly lifted and her body slightly tilted—barely, the dart whistled past Hakui's high-shine belt, narrowly missing. Yet it was a disaster, for there were still twenty young Japanese beauties standing close by—precisely the future fashion icons Hakui intended to cultivate. He couldn't bear to see any of these future models injured by this dart-wielding master. Older folks don't show their mettle unless they're truly ill! Hakui roared, "I am electricity! I am light!"