"Yes! Our class president hasn't even shown a hint of Chinese martial arts!" The entire class had been watching the class president being bullied by Yamada and was already furious. "Hahaha! Then great! I'll be waiting for the day he challenges me! But not for too long!" Yamada beamed with confidence, then turned to the fallen Gao Liang, scowling. "Today you're lucky—your little wife saved you! But next time, when I have my hands on you, things won't be so comfortable. I'll make sure you..." "You're out!" Mei Ji suddenly swung her right arm with force, and no longer looked weak in front of everyone. Seeing that he couldn't afford to lose his composure in front of such a crowd, Yamada and his allies quietly retreated. As the crowd dispersed, the classmates turned to Mei Ji and said, "Make sure you take good care of our class president!" Mei Ji nodded. Chen Yudi passed by and said, "Mei Ji, you're truly hopeless—you've fallen completely in love with him! After all, he's married to an American wife!" "I don't care! I love him!" Meiji spoke with firm determination. "Well, then, I congratulate you both!" Chen Yudie said nothing further—this was each person's choice, each person's freedom. After all, finding one's true love was a matter of great happiness. When Gao Liang opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a soft bed. Looking at his clothes, he noticed he had been dressed in a fresh, new sleeveless blouse—who had changed it? And where exactly was he? The delicate fragrance of the sheets filled the air, and Gao Liang couldn't stay still. He wanted to get up from the bed, but as he rolled over, he let out a "Ah!" and landed heavily on the cold, hard floor beneath. His chest, now painfully aching, sent waves of discomfort through him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He quickly pulled out a bottle of medicine from his pants pocket and took a dose, feeling much better. Just as she was lying down on the bed, the door creaked open and a fresh, beautiful girl stepped in—Mizuki. She was holding the bright-colored shirt, now clean and neatly washed. "Did you wash my clothes?" High-light sat up in surprise, for this was the first time a girl had ever washed clothes for him. Mizuki nodded, and with the clothes draped over a hanger, she took them outside to the dorm balcony to hang. "High-light, is your chest still hurting?" Mizuki asked with genuine concern, her eyes as clear and calm as a lake. "Fine! Look, I can get up!" High-light managed to lift himself, but only for five seconds before large beads of sweat broke out again. He pressed his hands tightly against his chest, his teeth clenched firmly. "What's wrong?" Mizuki noticed how much he was in pain and felt momentarily at a loss. As High-light reached for the medicine again, hoping to take another dose, he was surprised—this wasn't even pain relief medication! It was clearly a drug developed by Daimona that had not yet been successfully refined—just earlier, they had taken it as a pain reliever. "I've taken the wrong medicine!" Gao Liang shook his head, sighed, and groaned. "Oh! Oh! My head hurts! It hurts so badly!" He pressed his hands to his head, his lips trembling. George, Lane, and Demona were all anxious, saying, "Don't worry, everyone—the improved medications are still under development!" But the crowd wouldn't listen—they kept pressing for a refund. George and Lane wanted to sell the company, but Demona said she had $5 million on hand, even though they were still short by $1 million, which would help ease the situation. Just as Demona was making her commitment to assist George and Lane with the refund, a handsome young man stepped forward and, in fluent English, addressed the agitated crowd: "Hear me out! I've already found methods to alleviate and suppress the effects of the improved medications!" "What?" Everyone was stunned—how could it be so fast, just three days ago? Demona and George and Lane couldn't believe their ears. They exclaimed together, "Gao Liang—this really is true, isn't it?" Huang highlighted a nod to everyone. At that moment, a pharmaceutical vendor brought forward a patient for a trial. Both the improved medication and the Luna pain relief were taken simultaneously, and after half an hour, there were no adverse reactions at all. Once one patient successfully completed the trial, the others gained confidence and began taking the medication. When all twelve patients gave enthusiastic thumbs-up, the crowd erupted in excitement, exclaiming, "We're not backing down on this drug! You must speed up production—we're planning to place additional orders!" After warmly receiving the Luna pain relief, the crowd dispersed. Huang's accidental discovery of the Luna pain relief's potential to revive Boiling Point Company deeply impressed George and Ryan, who immediately signed a deal with Huang and Dianmeng on the spot, awarding them a half-share in the company. Together, they would jointly develop and manage the new drug. Huang and Dianmeng would be responsible for the research and development of the new medication, while George and Ryan would handle its production and sales. Dai Mengna excelled in her pharmaceutical studies and had initially considered using pain relievers to mitigate the side effects of the improved medication. However, upon consulting her professor, Wei La, she discovered that pain relievers available on the market could not be effectively combined with the improved medication—instead, they only worsened the condition. Thus, the idea of using pain relievers to suppress and alleviate side effects was abandoned. Unexpectedly, Gao Liang discovered a special pain reliever produced in Japan—Luna—which features a unique combination of active ingredients that enhance analgesic effects both centrally and peripherally, and offers broad coverage, including: muscle pain, neuralgia, cold-related pain, ear pain, trauma pain, dental pain, menstrual pain, back pain, headache, shoulder pain, muscle soreness, joint pain, pain from falls or impacts, and throat pain caused by fever. "My husband is so busy with all the things going on—he simply can't manage everything, and it's all because of the Chinese kung fu!" Gao Liang sighed. "Chinese kung fu?" Dai Mengna instantly became enthusiastic, excitedly saying, "Husband, you're absolutely amazing! The kung fu performance that day was absolutely brilliant! Oh, husband, tell me—how did you learn it?" Gao Liang then shared in full detail his journey of learning Chinese kung fu, though he didn't mention the secret techniques—only that he had a solid study of Lee Lee's martial arts style. Mengna's sparkling sapphire eyes gleamed, and she excitedly added, "Husband, I'd like to learn too—would you teach me?" "Of course! But honestly, my kung fu hasn't quite reached mastery yet—I still need to work hard and keep refining it. So, regarding the Bo Point Company matters…" Gao Liang deliberately kept his words vague. "Husband, please don't worry—everything about the company will be handled by me. All you need to do is keep perfecting your kung fu!" Dai Mengna's reply made Gao Huang feel as if honey had been poured into his heart. As they were chatting and laughing, the slightly ajar door was pushed open—Mei Ji entered. She wore a standard Japanese school uniform: a white blouse with light blue collar and sleeves, paired with a light blue skirt that reached just below the knees, and black long leather boots, giving her a fresh and refined appearance. Gao Huang was immediately captivated by her pure and elegant demeanor, gazing at her in silent admiration—was this what people meant by "uniform allure"? Mei Ji blushed deeply, pushed her lips slightly, and said, "Gao Huang, your clothes!" She placed the neatly folded clothes in front of him, but Gao Huang remained motionless, his gaze now awkward and shy. Mei Ji's full, inviting bust nearly pushed the beautiful uniform to its limits, and at that moment, he completely forgot Dai Mengna and the clothes she had just offered. That’s not even the worst of it—the key issue is that the highlighter made a fatal mistake right now: bleeding from the nose, right in front of two beautiful women.