After all, it was their own company, yet they were asking this beautiful woman to take charge of it. So, holding Dreama's hand, he said, "Dreama, why don't I take out a loan to fully settle the pharmaceutical company's invoice?" "No, no! It's only been three days—how can you be so impatient? How can you treat me so lightly, Huang Light?" Huang Light giggled. "Husband! Don't joke around! If you can't develop it, I'll have it out with you!" Dreama pretended to be very angry, deliberately ignoring him in front of George and Ryan. "I've developed it—now I'd like you to agree to a condition! How about mutual support?" Huang Light smiled mysteriously. "Alright! What condition?" Dreama asked, still in front of George and Ryan. "It's a secret—just as long as you agree. But don't back out!" Huang Light said with a touch of mystery. "Back out? That's the kind of thing a puppy would do!" Dreama intertwined her little fingers with Huang Light's, and both of them smiled at each other. Stanford University & the sports arena. A thrilling judo match is taking place here. Many Japanese students are waving Japanese flags and shouting, "Long live Japan! Japan will win!" "Our judo world champions!" One Japanese male student is clapping and dancing excitedly as he watches Yamada successfully pin down a Korean opponent. Many Japanese female students are also proud of their nation's traditional art. Minori, being Japanese, naturally has a strong interest in judo, and she is now admiring Yamada's outstanding judo techniques, thinking to herself: If only Gao Liang had such talent—today he's truly shining, having pinned down thirty male opponents in a row. "Haha! I'm the number one in judo—no exaggeration!" Yamada boasts proudly. "Yamada! You're too confident!" A clear, bright female voice announces. Everyone turns to see Chen Yudie, the Korean beauty, arriving. Today she is dressed in traditional Korean attire, graceful and elegant, with an exceptional presence. "Great! Let's have a match!" "Can't you even scare me?" Mountain watched Chen Yudie, thinking, compared to judo, I'd say you're just moving stones yourself—crushing your own feet. Indeed, as soon as the two of them began competing, Mountain clearly had the upper hand, nearly knocking Chen over several times. Chen grew both angry and frustrated, and in her moment of desperation, she launched a flying kick from taekwondo. But Mountain, who had suffered under her before, quickly stepped aside and declared, "Chen Yudie, you've violated the rules!" Many Japanese men cheered, saying, "This is a judo match, not a taekwondo one! Please leave right away!" "Hmph! Leave then! I've had enough!" Chen stormed out of the arena, only to be pulled back by Meiji, who said, "Wait a moment! There might be something exciting to see!" "No drama! I've got no drama at all! How can there be any excitement?" Chen didn't believe it at first, but as soon as she spoke, the crowd erupted with a roar: "Chinese martial arts! Chinese martial arts are stepping in now!" "Meiji and Chen Yudie looked over and saw Gao Liang leading all 70 classmates, forming a strong and unified team, stepping onto the stage. As class president, he truly shone—his voice commanded everyone. Every boy and girl from the class joined in, uniting into an unbreakable team. With one roar and one call, they shouted, 'Gao Liang, I'm here! My Chinese kung fu is here!' 'Wow! So cool!' Many Japanese girls standing beside Meiji were amazed. 'The prince has arrived! What a wonderful performance!' 'Class president of the Business School! Wow! So talented! I really like him!' 'You have to go after him if you love him!' Many Japanese girls, as well as girls from other countries—such as Korean, Indonesian, British, French, and American—were raving with admiration. Gao Liang truly is a distinguished, handsome man—outstanding in appearance. Look at him: dressed in a suit, his hair gleaming, his facial features sharp and defined, his muscles well-toned, his eyes full of spirit, and his grace impeccable. Such a striking young man simply cannot fail to captivate a crowd of girls. Moreover, Gao Liang is no ordinary Eastern beauty—he is genuinely a true Chinese man of elegance and charm. "We should marry someone like Gao Liang—a real Chinese man!" one girl shouted beside Meiji, creating an invisible pressure on her. "Gao Liang! Let's bring glory to our class!" a Korean girl from Meiji's class exclaimed. Inspired by her, the other classmates joined in: "Gao Liang! Go for it! Gao Liang! We're rooting for you!" Under the strong chorus of the students' cheers, Gao Liang stepped onto the stage with great prestige. "Heh! Gao Liang! I didn't expect you'd become class president so quickly—and so impressively!" Yamada's tone clearly carried a hint of reserve and slight competitiveness. "I'm not just the class president—I've even picked up a little wife for free!" Gao Liang said with evident pride. "Mitsuki! Mitsuki! You're simply pathetic! You're willing to follow around a Chinese pig!" Yamada scanned the crowd, spotted Mitsuki, and looked down his nose at her, making her feel deeply embarrassed. Yet, despite the stares of everyone present, Mitsuki stood up bravely, with grace, walked over to Gao Liang, placed her right hand on his shoulder, and gave a warm, intimate gesture. "Don't let him down! He's outstanding! You have no right to criticize him!" The class erupted into applause as Mitsuki upheld Gao Liang's dignity. One student shouted, "Our class president is the most outstanding business talent—no one in the class, not even Yamada, can match him!" "Oh?" Yamada pretended to be surprised, looking at Gao Liang with disdain. "Really? Then I'd like to see if your judo can beat mine!" "Certainly! Let's give it a go!" "Gao Liang enthusiastically agreed, which made Misugi gently and worryingly gaze at him, his eyes soft and tender, as if saying, 'Gao Liang, really? Are you really that good?' Gao Liang, in front of everyone, beamed warmly and patted the woman's shoulder, saying, 'My little wife! You just relax—this time, I've got this settled!' 'Wow! Really calling her his little wife? That's so lucky!' one girl expressed admiration. Misugi blushed, feeling pleased inside, yet couldn't let it show, so Xiao Qiong huffed, saying, 'Oh, Gao Liang, don't say anything wrong! Who's my little wife? I haven't even gotten married yet!' After speaking, she covered her mouth, clearly smiling quietly, and then stepped aside. 'Oh, don't go! Watch your husband demonstrate his judo skills! If you don't watch, I'm not going to play either!' Gao Liang's and Misugi's affectionate conversation made Yamada feel increasingly irritated—he was jealous and ready to burst. Then he charged straight ahead like a bull, launching a furious attack on Gao Liang. Gao Liang skillfully evaded, and the crowd went "oh-ha!" in excitement as the judo match began. Unfortunately, from the very start, Gao Liang was at a disadvantage—though he had studied judo, his knowledge remained rather superficial, whereas Yamada's judo techniques were truly refined and fluent. "Crack!" Gao Liang was sent sprawling to the mat, lying there in pain. His classmates were deeply disappointed, especially Meguri, who couldn't bear to see him suffer. She rushed over without hesitation, extended her hands, and tried to pull him up, but Gao Liang stopped her with a firm voice. Despite the intense pain, Gao Liang struggled to rise. Just as he managed to stand, Yamada knocked him down again—this time with a heavy impact, and Gao Liang was unable to get back up. Yamada beamed with confidence, looking down at the struggling Gao Liang with utter contempt, and declared proudly, "A pig from China!" "Japanese judo is truly the best!" Hearing this, Gao highlighted loudly, "You're wrong. Chinese kung fu is the best! China—!" Before he could finish speaking, Yamada pressed down on his chest, compressing his internal organs, and threatened, "I think you're getting impatient! I'll make you shine. I'll have you marry off to one of our beautiful Japanese girls! I'll have you—!" Before Yamada could finish, his head was suddenly struck hard, causing him to black out momentarily and nearly fall. He staggered back a few steps, only to see Misugi, who usually held back her judo techniques, now launching a surprise attack with firm determination. Yamada was stunned, staring at her in surprise and saying, "Misugi, remember—you're Japanese! You're a source of pride for our Yamato people! You can't be speaking up for China's sake!" "Hmph! Yamada! You're mistaken! Do you really think you can beat Gao? He's been giving you the benefit of the doubt today—don't you see that?" "He hasn't even shown a single move of Chinese martial arts!" Mizu looked at Yamada with utter disdain.