Tom presented the golden ring, ready to be worn at any moment if Misaki wished. Many male students also expressed their affection for Misaki in various ways. Clearly, Misaki had become a public sensation in the campus. With so many boys pursuing her, only one remained absent—Gao Liang, who seemed completely indifferent, paying no attention to the scene and instead engrossed in a phone call. In front of everyone, Misaki gently smiled and said, "In my eyes, the true boyfriend should be someone who excels in three areas." "What three? Please tell us!" the crowd excitedly called out. "First, he must know Japanese judo!" As soon as she finished, Sohro burst into laughter, "I'm number one!" "Second, he must know American karate!" As soon as she said this, Tom laughed heartily, "Who could possibly challenge me?" It was evident that, besides being an excellent basketball player, Tom was also a skilled karate practitioner. At this point, the crowd erupted, demanding that Meiji name the third one, but Meiji remained silent. Then, a graceful girl with long hair approached—everyone recognized her as Chen Huizhen. On the spot, she performed a set of martial arts moves, earning rounds of applause. "Taekwondo! Taekwondo! What a wonderful performance! Yes, the third one is someone who knows Korean Taekwondo!" The crowd went wild. At that moment, a reporter from Stanford Television arrived on the scene to conduct an interview, asking whether it's possible for someone to achieve three first-place finishes—something that has never been seen before. Many male attendees shook their heads, saying, "It's impossible. To surpass three first-place finishes is as difficult as reaching the heavens." "High-light, what do you think? Do you believe you can secure three first-place finishes yourself?" The reporter launched a high-profile interview with Gao Liang, recognizing his established reputation as a well-known figure—this move clearly benefits the television station's viewership. Everyone was focused on him, including today's featured figure, the public goddess Mei Ji. "There's a kind of skill that's truly remarkable!" High-light didn't answer directly. "What?" the reporter asked, eyes wide. "Chinese Kung Fu," High-light replied with pride. A wave of astonishment spread across the scene, just as a familiar song began to play in the campus—a well-known piece performed by Chinese singer Tu Honggang, "Chinese Kung Fu": "Kneeling like a bow, standing like a pine, steady and unshaken, Sitting like a bell, walking like the wind, Southern and Northern stances, Shaolin and Wudang styles, Tai Chi and Baguazhang, flowing in sequence— China has its divine martial arts. The staff sweeps a wide area, the spear pierces a single line, Light as a swallow in the clouds, bold and majestic, reaching the heavens. Externally, we train our bones, muscles, and skin; internally, we cultivate our breath. Strength and flexibility combined, never yielding. In our hearts, we hold the vastness of the sky and earth. With the breeze in our hands and the sword in our grasp, With two swords in hand, we stride with confidence— When the master performs, one knows immediately whether the art is genuine. The hands are two gates, the feet form a single root. The four directions nurture the soul of Chinese martial arts. An Eastern Mei-ki smiled appreciatively at his performance. As for Gao Liang, huh? On the class, you're as if you don't even know me—so I've pretended not to recognize you either. That way, it's as though you never saw her at all. Then, by chance, I glanced over and noticed Mei-ki pouting, adorable and charming—aha, clearly annoyed. Proving once again that he still cares for the old guard. The charm of the old guard is truly the essence of a perfect man. Gao Liang is going to keep you on your toes! He's going to make this Japanese girl yield gracefully—not just conquer your body, but conquer your heart. While I was thinking all this, Zuo Lang got angry. He used his judo skills, and this time Gao Liang learned his lesson—old guard isn't playing games with you. So he pretended not to know, and said loudly to Chen Hui-zhen, "Hey! You look absolutely beautiful today! Would you like to have a coffee?" His words sent jealousy rippling through all the girls, including Mei-ki. Chen Huizhen didn't like it when he acted this way in front of everyone. This fickle man—let me give you a lesson. So she launched a flying kick. But she didn't expect that Zōrō had adopted a judo stance and ended up clashing with her head-on. When they finally stopped and turned around, they found Gao Liang waving at them and saying, "Let me take the light! I'll go first!" With a graceful gesture, he then departed. After decades of wind and rain, the fan has turned slightly yellow. Yet, this is only a fan. Daina wanted to learn more about Lee Lee, about Lee's Chinese martial arts, but the elderly curator said he himself was uncertain—there was nothing more he could offer than this seemingly insignificant fan. Daina said nothing further, thanked him, and left the Chinatown museum with the fan. Back at the EA Design Department, dragging a weary body, she was immediately embraced from both sides—there stood her close friend Julie, with Michael, looking tired and worn, beside her. "You didn't go to China, did you?" Daina asked. "No—we went to Hong Kong, where Lee Lee spent his childhood and youth!" Michael replied. Then he laid out all the materials he and Julie had gathered—stacks of video footage and film discs showcasing Lee Lee's life and career. "Dai Mengna, unfortunately, we haven't found someone who practices Chinese kung fu. Our only option is to gather all the materials we have on him. But I wonder if that will be of any use?" Julie spoke with a slightly subdued tone, yet still holding out a faint hope. Dai Mengna shook her head with a sense of disappointment, saying, "You've both grown thinner since we last saw each other! Remember to go back and rest well for a few days! I'll take all these materials—thank you!" That evening, Dai Mengna returned to her room at the Stanford University Hotel, Room 888. There, Gao Liang was intently studying something on a high-end laptop. What on earth was it? She had never seen Gao Liang so deeply engaged before. Approaching closer, Dai Mengna noticed that he was playing a game called QQ Car Racing—so absorbed that he seemed completely immersed. This was a classic game launched by Tencent, a well-known Chinese internet platform! It enjoys high recognition domestically, no less than EA's "F1 Racing" in the U.S., and as a point of pride for Chinese people, Highlight naturally holds a deep affection for this homegrown game. The game boasts numerous celebrity endorsers, primarily beautiful models, complemented by attractive car models and prestigious vehicles. While playing, he enjoys taking in the visual appeal, which explains his deep immersion in the game. Observing Highlight's somewhat aimless and distracted demeanor, Daimeng sighed gently—especially when she saw him gazing at the stunningly beautiful female avatar in QQ Racing, his eyes shining with admiration. This made her slightly irritated, so she gently twisted his ears with her graceful hands and said, "Highlight, are you getting all romantic with her?" "Oh! Oh! Wife! I never even thought of that!" Upon seeing Daimeng return, Highlight obediently closed the QQ Racing window and explained, "This is also learning, you know! You haven't heard how excellent the QQ Racing ambassadors are, have you?" "Go on! That's all you ever do—just stare at beautiful women!" "Dai Mengna pouted, saying, 'Look at your dazed expression just now—like you were...' 'Hey! Let go of me!' Gao Liang covered Dai Mengna's mouth to stop her from continuing. 'You're jealous of your husband! He's going to punish you!' As he pulled her into his arms, he was about to resume the moment, but Dai Mengna stopped him. Gao Liang was surprised, asking, 'What's wrong? We've only been apart for a few days. Don't you want it?' 'I just don't feel like it!' Dai Mengna looked anxious. No matter how Gao Liang tried to comfort her, it fell on deaf ears. Gao Liang grew frustrated, thinking women were so hard to handle—never sharing their concerns, just brooding all by themselves. If only he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have tied himself to her so quickly. At least now he wouldn't feel so suffocated. That night, they each slept separately, only brushing against each other accidentally on the bed. After realizing it, they both returned to their own positions.