Fortunately, campus life is vibrant, and the school-wide taekwondo competition has begun at the school gymnasium, which can accommodate nearly 10,000 spectators. The gym is packed and bustling with activity. The event has been meticulously organized by the school committee, featuring a special first prize, one each for second, third, and fourth prizes, with awards and prizes presented publicly. As the host announced the start, a Korean male student stepped onto the stage in the center of the gym, demonstrating several taekwondo moves that earned enthusiastic applause from the students. "Taekwondo originates from Korea and is our national treasure!" the Korean student proudly declared. "Hold on! We have taekwondo in the United States that surpasses yours!" A voice interjected. The audience turned to see it was Tom. Tom was tall and broad-shouldered. As soon as he stepped onto the mat, he launched a powerful kick toward the Korean boy, who smiled cheerfully and nimbly avoided it. Tom missed, becoming annoyed and then employing his karate techniques, clenching his fists like hammers and charging them at the Korean boy. The Korean boy, agile as ever, managed to dodge the blows. With the referee's call to halt the action, both players stopped. Tom was ruled out of the match for a foul and was sent off the field. Watching Tom's embarrassed expression, Yamada stepped up and began competing against the Korean boy in taekwondo. To everyone's surprise, Yamada's taekwondo was far more refined than Tom's earlier performance—combining punches and kicks with strong, dynamic power. The Korean boy was beginning to struggle. Yamada seized the opportunity, launching a spinning kick that struck the Korean boy squarely in the chest, sending him staggering and even spitting blood. "Hahahaha!" Yamada burst into laughter, beaming with pride, "What's the big deal about Korean national heritage? I've taken him down in just a few moves!" "Japanese taekwondo is truly the best!" One of Yamada's close friends waved the sun flag, electrifying the Japanese students and deeply fulfilling their national pride. "Yamada! Yamada is unbeatable!" Another friend clapped and cheered enthusiastically. "Hmph! Yamada!" A long-haired, black-haired girl stepped onto the stage, wearing a full taekwondo uniform, with a refined appearance and bright, sparkling eyes. "You? Chen Yudie!" Yamada, seeing his greatest rival, felt a bit intimidated—after three encounters, he had noticed Chen Yudie's exceptional leg techniques. "Yamada, defeat her! Let us Japanese students shine!" Many Japanese students were now completely excited. Yamada stepped onto the stage amid the roaring cheers of the strong Japanese cheer squad. Chen Yudie, the Korean girl, truly looked stunning—tall and graceful, with long, elegant legs that stood out wherever she stood. Moreover, today she looks fresh and vibrant, with only a light makeup—she appears exactly like a beautiful bodyguard. Damn it, I'm all in! Yamada bursts into anger, charging at Chen Yudie's graceful form, but Chen's legs move faster—she delivers a 360-degree backspin kick. "Ah!" Yamada clutches his head, goes momentarily blind, and collapses to the ground. "Chen Yudie! The top campus taekwondo champion!" Her fans cheer wildly. "Our taekwondo is the best!" A Korean male student rushes onto the stage, presents a large bouquet of flowers, and then dances excitedly. "Our taekwondo is the best!" Suddenly, a voice rises from the crowd. Everyone turns to see Misaki and Yukimura arriving. Yukimura is handsome, almost rivaling Gao Liang in appearance. Yukimura steps onto the stage under Misaki's attentive gaze. Since Yukimura secured first place in the campus competition, everyone is intensely focused on him. Combined with his appearance alongside the public sensation Misaki, he captures the attention of nearly everyone present. The match began. Chen Yudie, under the cheers of her fans, clenched her teeth tightly, executing each technique with care. Clearly, from the way Xuecun carried himself, he had solid taekwondo fundamentals. For her personally, a loss would have been acceptable—but if the outcome was tied to national pride, it would be quite different. Both Xuecun and Chen Yudie were fighting not just for themselves, but for their respective nations. After thirty rounds of intense exchange, the score remained level. Yamada remained cunning, resorting to rather unbecoming tactics in order to secure a victory for Xuecun. "With a gasp, Chen Yudi's graceful body fell onto a broad chest, their bodies now in direct contact, both electrified. Chen Yudi saw a handsome face, bright and full of sunshine—this was Gao Liang! So close, Gao Liang's warm, masculine scent enveloped her, sending her heart racing. "Gao Liang, there's no place for you here! If you don't want to look foolish, just step away!" Xue Mu said coldly. Gao Liang cradling Chen Yudi in his arms made Mei Ji feel uncomfortable, especially seeing Chen Yudi's shy expression, which stirred a sense of jealousy. Gao Liang then spoke up: "You're not the best after all! I don't want to compete with you!" "Hmph!" Xue Mu chuckled, puffing out her chest. "For years, my footsteps have spanned Korea, Japan, China, and the United States. In campus taekwondo competitions, I've never lost!" "Then today, you're definitely going to lose!" Guangliang still held Chen Yudie’s slender waist tightly, making her face blush deeply as she was watched by over 10,000 spectators—how could she possibly be comfortable with her head lowered so low? She had never before been held like this by a man, let alone had ever been asked to hold hands. So she tried to pull away, but Guangliang wouldn’t let her go. Frustrated, Chen Yudie said, “Guangliang, please let go of me! I know you saved me, but you can’t keep doing this!” “Listen to me!” Guangliang replied, “You’ll understand soon!” The match began, and Xuecun launched a fierce attack, directly targeting Guangliang’s face. Guangliang quickly dodged and immediately turned to Chen Yudie, saying, “Quick, teach me how to counter!” Chen Yudie quickly responded, “Lift your right foot, gather your strength, and rotate backward with me, channeling the power into the sole of your foot. Ready! Strike! Kick! Hurry!” Guangliang then used his Chinese martial arts skills to evade Xuecun’s punches and kicks, while simultaneously launching The two worked in perfect harmony. For the first time, Gao Liang suddenly kicked hard into Hayami's chest, causing her to clutch her chest and shout, "Good heavens! She's really going for it! I still have one more move—watch this!" With that, Hayami began unleashing her long legs, a technique that was hard to evade. Gao Liang's Chinese martial arts training wasn't in vain—he pushed Chen Yudie gently out of his arms, took her hand, and bent low to the ground, his feet firmly planted like stakes. Chen Yudie, never having practiced such skills, wobbled but managed to stay balanced thanks to Gao Liang's steady grip, allowing her to skillfully avoid Hayami's leg attacks. Xuecun had gone berserk. He completely ignored the rules of the match, pulling out a spear from his pocket and hurling it at Gao Liang. "Watch out!" Chen Yudie's words had barely finished when the spear already arrived—surprisingly, Gao Liang extended his right hand and caught it, prompting a round of applause from the 10,000 spectators. Mei Ji was growing increasingly anxious, trying to stop Xuecun from launching more spears. But at this moment, Xuecun paid no attention to her at all, launching a series of spears that none of them struck Gao Liang. The referee quickly blew his whistle to halt the action, yet Xuecun remained as if possessed, determined only to knock Gao Liang down, regardless of what he did. Gao Liang, still filled with intense resentment, felt that although Xuecun appeared to be a well-mannered student, in reality he was a warlike man—someone reminiscent of a Japanese samurai. Damn it, I'll show you Chinese kung fu, Gao Liang gathered his strength and executed a Li Laoxing Yungchun style "Snow Village's nose was struck, and his body crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing out instantly." "Snow Village! Snow Village!" Meiji stepped onto the stage to help him up, while Gao Liang and Chen Yudie remained holding hands.