Then said, "You're quite good!" and turned to the several Japanese classmates who had come rushing over, saying, "Let's go!" After that, they left. Meiji looked gratefully at Chen Huizhen, then went to help Gao Liang, but found that Gao was seriously injured and very worried. Chen, being an expert in taekwondo, took his pulse and shouted, "Quick! Quick—take him back to my room!" Chen's room was a single-person room, spacious and comfortable. Gao was laid flat on the bed, and Chen produced a pill, forcing it into his mouth. After just a cup of tea's time, Gao coughed once and managed to open his eyes, saying, "Water—I want water!" Both Meiji and Chen simultaneously brought a cup of water to Gao's bedside. Gao took a large gulp of the water Meiji offered, and when Chen was about to withdraw, Gao said, "More!" Meiji grew a bit impatient, saying, "Such a large cup of water—still not enough to quench your thirst?" "How could I possibly refuse your kind intentions?" Gao Liang said frankly. "Don't go thinking too much! Oh my! I've really taken a beating—looks like Old Zi will have to learn judo!" "Hmph! You'd do better to learn my taekwondo instead!" Chen Huizhen smiled gently. "Gao Liang, that was Yu Die's taekwondo uniform, Zao-ron! Truly impressive!" Mei Ki admired. "My Chinese kung fu is the best—I'm Li Lianhong!" After swallowing the pill and drinking two glasses of water, Gao Liang felt much better. Now, he picked up a pen from the bedside table and wrote "Li Lianhong" on an A4 sheet. "But wait! Li Lianhong's techniques were never passed on to others. His kung fu could only be seen in his films. Can you really learn the true kung fu?" Chen Huizhen asked. "Exactly! If no one teaches you Chinese kung fu, how can you possibly learn it?" Mei Ki reminded. "As long as God gives me a fulcrum, I'll succeed!" The highlight will be fully resolved, and in his heart a firm, unshakable belief takes root: he wants to learn Chinese martial arts. Gao Liang returns to Room 888 at the Hotel of Wedding Bliss, but finds no Dai Mengna—only a note: "Husband, I've gone to the Electronic Arts Company. They need me to stay there for a few days! Take good care of yourself at school. Your wife, Dai Mengna." Ah! What could it be again? Honestly, these days everyone has been busy with their own affairs, and it's been so many days since we last saw each other. Gao Liang lies on the spacious bed, feeling utterly bored and unable to fall asleep. He decides to call Mike to find out what's going on at the company. But when he tries to reach him, the phone is off the hook. Goodness! Old Liang is once again lonely, and how will he endure this long, quiet night? The next day, having barely slept, he dozes off during class. Mei Ji gently pokes him with her elbow, but he remains unawakened. Seizing the opportunity, Tom decides to play a prank—while Mei Ji "Highlight! Highlight!" The professor called out, looking at Highlight dozing off, and with a small wooden stick, he tapped the lecture podium with a steady, resonant rhythm. At the same time, Meguri gently poked him. It took Highlight a long time to slowly, reluctantly open his eyes. When he stood up, looking completely bewildered, the entire class was stunned: "Blood! Blood's coming out of Highlight's ears!" Without realizing what was happening, Highlight said, "What? Who's bleeding?" "Highlight! Yes, it's your ears! Quickly! It's pouring out! My goodness! We must get to the hospital right away!" Meguri was the most concerned among all. After politely greeting the professor, she immediately took Highlight's hand and led him out toward the hospital outside the classroom. Highlight was half-dazed, completely unaware of what was going on. A beautiful woman pulling him around the campus—this truly was like the sun rising from the west. Well, let's just go and run! It doesn't matter whether she's highlighted or not—after all, these days she's just felt so special. Honestly, these days have been rather dull, so adding a bit of spice seems like a great idea! The teaching building is a bit far from the hospital, requiring a walk through a dense grove of tall palm trees. The path isn't very smooth, and since she was in a hurry, Meguri stumbled and fell to the ground, and Gaoang followed her down. Oh my goodness! Heaven help me—her entire body now pressed firmly against this delicate young woman, whose body was so soft, almost fragile as if made of nothing at all! Seeing Meguri fully engaged, Gaoang began to indulge himself, letting his tongue wander freely and entwine with hers. At that moment, Meguri was completely absorbed in the moment, feeling utterly dependent on him. The two were now passionately kissing. Gaoang continuously wrapped his tongue around and sucked on Meguri’s delicate tongue, drawing in her sweet essence, while Meguri in turn wildly plunged her tongue deep into Gaoang’s mouth, licking his lips and sipping at his saliva. What he brought to the table in terms of masculine charm was simply delightful—Miyuki was completely enchanted. At that moment, she knew this man who had been so persistent with her was her boyfriend. They stayed entwined for a long time before waking up, as if they had been dreaming. When Miyuki checked and found her ears stained with red ink, she exclaimed in frustration, "Tom, what a nuisance!" Then she wiped his ears dry and returned to her classroom. Many students came to inquire whether she had recovered, and Highlight merely nodded in reply. Tom smiled with satisfaction, walked over to Highlight, and handed him a poster, saying, "Highlight, tomorrow we have our school's NBA basketball tryouts—will you dare to give me a match?" "Certainly! Certainly! I'm in!" Highlight said, his enthusiasm clearly directed at the very man he found so troublesome. This made Miyuki beside him anxious, shaking her head in vain. After all, Tom was no ordinary basketball player! Their conversation drew the attention of the entire class. One boy asked, "What's your bet?" Tom smiled proudly and conveyed his message through gestures. He raised a big thumb with his right hand toward himself, then extended his index finger pointing to the beautiful Meiji, before bending the finger so the tip pointed back at himself. It seemed to say: "If I win, then I'm Meiji's boyfriend!" "There's going to be some drama!" the class shouted excitedly. Left standing sadly was Meiji. "It's your turn! Highlight!" Tom shouted into the microphone, broadcasting through the high-volume speakers spread across Stanford University and reaching every corner of the campus. Highlight stepped onto the court under everyone's watchful eyes, eager to charge straight at Tom for the match. But Satoru blocked his way, giving him a dismissive look and saying, "Win me first!" Highlight replied, "You have no right to challenge me!" "You! You! Watch this!" Satoru was incensed, his temples bulging with anger, his face contorted with fury. Highlight immediately challenged Tom head-on, going for a free throw. As soon as the referee gave the signal, Highlight launched the ball toward the basket—only for Tom, towering over him, to catch it mid-air, leap into the air, and then shoot a soaring three-pointer. "Great! Great!" the crowd erupted in applause for Tom's impressive dunk. Mei and Chen Huizhen sat together. Mei said, "Highlight really shouldn't have come." "I don't think so!" Chen countered. "He came to prove his courage. After all, how can he compare to those timid followers who always trail behind me every day?" Chen Huizhen drank a bottle of Coca-Cola and then produced another one, offering it to Meguri, but Meguri simply didn’t have the heart to drink it. At that moment, something truly impressive unfolded. Gao Liang went on the attack. Basketball—something he was quite familiar with, having played it regularly with teammates at China’s Coastal University of Science and Technology! He understood the basic techniques well, even if he hadn’t studied them as deeply as the game *Granstream*; he was absolutely no stranger to the sport. In fact, he had once won the campus’ Outstanding Basketball Star award during a university-wide sports event. Now, the setting had changed—this time at Stanford, the world-renowned university—and the player had changed, now being the campus’s top basketball talent. He couldn’t afford to lose; otherwise, it would be a blow to China’s face. Even if he lost, he had to lose with dignity. After all, the entire campus was watching him, even though this was merely a selection match, not a final.