Oh! What's the difference? I just can't figure out what women are thinking. Old Zhi still has class tomorrow. Early in the morning, a beam of sunlight from California streams through the floor-to-ceiling window, brightening the room. Highiang stirs, blinks, and finds that Daimona has already left—on the counter, there's a large tray of video materials and a fan that's slightly yellowed with age. Highiang casually flips through them, and then his eyes widen in astonishment: "Chinese kung fu! The very Chinese kung fu I needed! Haha! 'After years of searching through blood and iron, I find it all without effort!' " With enthusiasm, Highiang inserts the discs into the player and watches Kung Fu footage on the large LCD screen. He's deeply fascinated by Kung Fu films featuring Bruce Lee—Lee's life is full of legends, hardships, and triumphs, and he passed away young, having traveled widely between Hong Kong and the United States. How remarkable that such brilliant Chinese kung fu has now lost its successors! If only Old Zhi had such skills, he could surely have ruled the world! What about Judo from Satoru, Karate from the U.S., and Taekwondo from Korea? With that in mind, he decided to seriously study Li Ling's Chinese martial arts. This time, he was truly committed—because yesterday, in front of so many people, he had proudly claimed his Chinese martial arts were the best. This time, he wouldn't let the Chinese people down. He would surpass Satoru in Judo, Tom in Karate, and Chen Huizhen in Taekwondo. He would be fierce! He would make the entire Stanford University community aware of the strength of the Chinese people, and the entire American public aware of the excellence of Chinese martial arts. Li Ling has passed on, but a new Li Ling has arrived. Old Zai is high-light, and high-light is old Zai. Back to school, yet still stuck on pure business theory courses—what a waste! Always theory, always theory—so abstract. Old Zai doesn't want to learn anymore; he'd rather just play games. Gao Liang actually pulled out his laptop and started playing *Need for Speed: Most Wanted*, turning up the engine sound all the way. This made Mei Ji cover her ears and say, "Gao Liang, please turn the volume down a bit!" "Mei Ji, don't you find this exciting? Don't you want to experience it yourself?" Gao Liang gave her a sly smile. "Boring!" Mei Ji shook with anger, as the noise had seriously disrupted her studying. Tom came over, punched Gao Liang's desk hard, and said, "You dare interrupt my girl? You must have guts!" "Hmph! Tom! Mei Ji said I'm her boyfriend—she's my girl!" As Gao Liang said this, he glanced at Mei Ji and noticed her face had turned red. The blush was so attractive—he wanted to reach out and gently twist her, or even kiss her. "Are you one of the three 'firsts' Mei Ji mentioned? Yellow-skinned? Good luck with that!" Tom still harbored racial prejudice, speaking directly to Gao Liang. "Stop arguing! The teacher is coming!" Mei Ji shifted the topic. Unwillingly, Tom pulled back his fist and sat down at his seat. Gao Liang gave him a look of disdain, thinking internally, "Only Chinese martial arts can achieve three firsts." As he thought this, a Japanese student entered, ignoring Professor Owen, and went straight to Mei Ji, taking her hand and pulling her toward the door. Mei Ji refused to go with them, shouting in frustration. Tom stepped forward to argue with the Japanese student, only to find that three more Japanese students poured into the classroom, immediately launching a flurry of attacks on Tom. Seeing Tom use his American karate techniques, the Japanese students, impressed by his determination, drew out large knives and began slashing at him. Overwhelmed, Tom tried to escape toward the classroom exit, but the Japanese students had already blocked the door. The classroom was in complete chaos. Neither Professor Owen nor the students had ever seen such a scene—they were all startled, sitting frozen in their seats. "Miyo! In front of the entire class, say you're my wife! Otherwise, I'm going to kill Tom!" A Japanese male student, his face contorted with fury, drew a sharp dagger and threatened the trembling Miyo. Tom looked terribly distressed and pleaded, "Miyo, please agree to him! Quickly, say yes to Sato! He's willing to die heroically for you!" Miyo's lips moved slightly, but she remained silent. A look of helpless vulnerability—this delicate, endearing girl now faced a decision so difficult to articulate. "I... " "Professor Owen! I think I'll skip today's lecture! Oh, I'm not very good at sharpening my blade—would you mind if I tried it on your neck?" Sato, like a wild, frenzied wolf, even turned his fury on the venerable Professor Owen, whose hair was already silver. Indeed, nothing short of victory would do! "Mizuki-san, I—I—I'm—I'm—responding—responding—quickly!" Professor Owen's neck was nearly crushed, his breath coming in white foamy gusts. Mizuki, eyes glistening with tears, clenched her teeth and stared straight into Satoru's eyes, saying, "You're truly despicable! You've even resorted to such underhanded tactics!" "The Japanese do not hesitate to sacrifice means to achieve ends, Mizuki, my dear—have you forgotten our Japanese spirit and traditions?" Satoru smiled with a faint, sly expression. Then, his face darkened, and he spoke with fierce determination: "I give you three seconds—remember, Professor Owen's life is in my hands!" He spoke with cold cruelty. "One—two!" The entire classroom held its breath. Tom kept sending signals to Mizuki, urging her to agree. As he reached "three," Mizuki began to say, "I—I—" At that moment, a firm voice interjected, "Mizuki-san, absolutely do not agree!" "This is just a trick to deceive everyone!" Upon seeing it was Gao Liang, he gracefully approached Mei Ji, whose face had turned pale, and gently wiped away her tears with a clean, white handkerchief—an act that deeply moved her. The entire class stared at Gao Liang in astonishment. Gao Liang said nothing at first, but simply turned to Zōrō, Tom, and a few Japanese boys and declared, "You're acting!" With his words, the students suddenly became as if awakened from a nightmare. They realized that Tom had been struck by several Japanese boys, yet he showed no genuine distress—his expression seemed entirely staged. As for Zōrō's knife—it was a plastic one! If it had been truly sharpened, it would have gleamed clearly. How had we failed to notice this earlier? It was clear now that Zōrō and Tom had carefully planned this performance—faking it so convincingly that they had deceived the entire class, except for one person: Gao Liang himself. Satoru threw the plastic knife from the classroom down to the ground and shouted at Gouhei in a thunderous voice, "Gouhei, you've once again disrupted my plans! This isn't the end of it—watch me! I'm not done yet!" With a wave of his hand, he hurried off, flanked by the several Japanese boys who were now tailing him like frightened deer. Tom hung his head low, unable to meet anyone's gaze or look up at the faces of his classmates. They all looked down on him, and when he realized he couldn't stay in the classroom any longer, he slipped away quietly while everyone else settled down to work. Mei and Gouhei shared the same large desk. Gouhei remained calm, continuing to play "Need for Speed: Most Wanted," with the engine's roar still loud. Yet Mei no longer covered her ears—instead, she stared intently, her clear, lake-like eyes sparkling as she admired Gouhei's impressive driving performance. "Wow! The car is so cool! Drifting, turning—perfect! Amazing!" Mei was completely absorbed, forgetting entirely about the homework she was supposed to be doing. Her expression was radiant with excitement. Highlight knew that the Japanese girl was now in full bloom—indeed, Misugi said, "Highlight, would you teach me? Please?" "Certainly!" Highlight had been waiting for exactly that sentence, yet he pretended to be thoughtful, adding, "Just one thing—my assignments, um! If I'm not mistaken, they're again about the headache-inducing Sino-Japanese trade issues. Would you mind helping me with that?" "Hush!" Misugi pressed her right index finger against her lips, signaling for him to speak softly. She glanced around and noticed Professor Owen was not present, then gave a gentle nod. "A smooth Sino-Japanese collaboration!" Highlight said with grace and confidence, extending his hand like a gentleman. "A smooth Sino-Japanese collaboration!" Misugi clasped his hand firmly. All the students were focused on them—the pair of handsome and attractive young people turned out to be a perfect match. Two stars collaborating in a joyful, harmonious way, each delighted, and everyone else happy too.