Unaware of this, when he was confident, Gao had casually written his name and exam number in the blank space at the upper left corner of the test paper, and to prevent a complete duplication, he randomly changed option B of Question Three to option D. At that moment, the invigilator was urging the students to submit their papers. Tom didn’t even glance at the paper—he hurriedly filled in his name and exam number at the upper left corner. Together, they walked out of the classroom and just happened to meet Meiji. Tom immediately rushed over and launched a romantic pursuit, shouting, “Meiji, from now on, I’m going to be your boyfriend!” “Really?” Meiji spoke out, surprising everyone present, “Let me ask you—can you pass this exam?” “Of course! Of course!” Tom, who usually failed exams, was beaming with excitement, saying, “I’ll definitely outperform Gao! Because I’m better than him!” "Just as I finished speaking, a voice came in: 'Tom, the results haven't come out yet—no one knows who's going to win!' Everyone turned to see Gao Liang, looking full of confidence. 'Why so confident? Tell me!' Mei Ji was amazed by Gao Liang's confidence and couldn't help asking. 'China-Japan collaboration!' Gao Liang tossed that phrase over his shoulder and then casually walked away, leaving everyone stunned. 'What?' Mei Ji stared at Gao Liang's composed demeanor—what kind of student is this! Just a moment ago, he was asking for help from me, and I completely ignored him. How could he have become so confident so quickly? China-Japan collaboration? China-Japan collaboration? During the exam, I wouldn't have given you a single collaboration! Unless, unless you're stronger than me. This Chinese student, who frequently takes leave and misses classes, turns out to be incredibly frustrating. Maiji couldn't believe it. After Professor Owen announced the results, she walked up to the podium with a sense of不服, stared at the highlighted exam paper, and noticed it was exactly the same as her own. She then shouted, "He copied mine!" To the astonishment of the entire class, Professor Owen shook his head and said, "Maiji, you claim she copied your work—do you have any evidence? Look at this question!" Maiji turned to the question, compared it with her own paper, and blushed. It was a multiple-choice question—she had gotten it wrong, while the highlighted one was correct. The question was quite challenging, and she had hesitated for a long time before nervously selecting option B, though the correct answer was actually D. "Maiji, the entire class made the same mistake—only Huanglight got it right with option D. That's truly impressive! This question demonstrates Huanglight's mastery of reverse business thinking. Let's give a round of applause to such an outstanding student!" As Professor Owen spoke, every student rallied behind him. Highlight shone brightly under the waves of hugs and flowers. In contrast, Tom hung his head low, looking weary and distressed—though he had suspected that Highlight might have switched exam papers, he couldn’t find any solid evidence. Especially surprising was Meiji, the top student in the class and the most attractive one—how could she possibly be convinced? After all, she was the one who had always been the weakest performer in the class. Just as he was thinking this, Owen, after carefully and rigorously reviewing the votes from the classmates, announced the results: Class President: Gao Liang; Study Committee Member: Misaki. This outcome surprised everyone. Gao Liang was not happy—his schedule was already packed; how could he possibly find time to serve as class president? It offered him no advantage at all. So, he volunteered to step up and walked to the podium to declare: I'm stepping down! However, a voice intervened: You must take the position. If you don't, then I won't either. The person who spoke was Misaki. Everyone was stunned—how did Misaki's involvement relate to Gao Liang's potential presidency? With Owen's nod of approval, Misaki, eyes glistening with emotion and full of passion, stood beside Gao Liang and began to share a story. Actually, she spent her childhood and youth in Yokohama, Japan, where she met a male classmate named Yukiura. Yukiura was an outstanding student, and from elementary school through junior high and high school, they remained in the same class, consistently ranking first together. According to school regulations, class officers—such as class president and study monitor—are selected based on academic performance. However, since they always tied for first place, no clear choice could be made for either position. As a result, they mutually yielded, deliberately making mistakes on different problems during exams in order to break the tie. Yet, unfortunately, fate kept playing tricks on them. Even though they intentionally made different errors, their scores remained identical, and this pattern continued throughout their school years. Faced with this situation, they felt helpless. Eventually, Meguri told Yukiura, "If you ever score higher than me in an exam, I'll become your girlfriend." Yukiura smiled and agreed, but even at the end of their middle school years, in the final exam, they still tied for first place. Xuecun was humbled, feeling he had no qualification to study abroad with Meiji, and thus chose to leave Japan to pursue academic experiences in other countries. At the very last moment before departure, he said, "Meiji, I never feel capable of surpassing you—this will remain my lifelong regret. If, in this lifetime, you ever meet a male classmate who outshines you, please seize the opportunity! Make no hesitation—marry him without delay, will you?" How sincerely and urgently his voice carried! Meiji cried, nodded, and agreed. As a result, she entered Stanford, one of the world-renowned business schools, to study business with the highest academic distinction. I'm not particularly outstanding because...” just as Tom was about to say the words “cheating,” Meiji interrupted him, shy yet firmly stating, “I don’t care! No matter what, you’re the only male classmate who can ever surpass me!” “Meiji! Marry him!” Several girls in the class kept chanting in support of Meiji. “Gao Liang! You’re truly blessed—now you’ve got a wife!” One Korean boy was so envious he actually drooled. Tom watched Gao Liang, handsome and standing beside the beautiful Meiji, and felt a sharp, burning pain in his eyes—his red-eye syndrome had flared up. “Please be quiet everyone! This matter is now settled. On this occasion, I also wish both Meiji and Gao Liang a heartfelt and lasting love!” Professor Owen smiled warmly at Gao Liang and Meiji—his smile was sincere, making Meiji blush and bow repeatedly to Professor Owen, while also bowing gratefully to her classmates who had offered their congratulations. Japanese women are so polite—Huang Liang thinks that's wonderful. As class president, she not only got herself a wife, but a perfectly on-point Japanese woman, full of the gentle warmth typical of Eastern women. Marrying a Japanese wife and earning an American salary—haha, old Liang has finally achieved his dream. Yet, something still feels off. There are now two wives—Dongmei was officially married, after all! This one, Mei Ji, is entirely her own choice; I never pressured her into being a secondary wife. What about two wives, then? Both are absolutely beautiful. Thinking about having two wives sharing his bed, Huang Liang felt absolutely thrilled—truly, he was living the dream. Finally, after all this excitement, he managed to make it to near the end of the school day. As he rushed ahead, ready to be the first one to the classroom, he was stopped by Mei Ji, his desk partner, who said, "Huang Liang, as class president, you should organize today's business assignment for the class!" "My little wife! You're just saying that!" Huang Liang didn't care—he kept walking straight out of the classroom without turning around. "Hmph! What "Do you really think I'm going to marry you?" Meiji said, pouting, unconvinced. Immediately, she went to the blackboard to fulfill Hao Liang's duties as class president. Hao Liang had hurried away because today was a special day. A large crowd had gathered at the entrance of Bo Di Medicine Company, shouting and chanting, "Refund! I want a refund!"