Dai Mengna watched Gao Liang look exhausted, feeling quite moved. "I've got it!" Meiji quickly grabbed Dai Mengna's hand, saying, "Dai, let's go!" Then, the two wives walked hand-in-hand toward Gao Liang, just as the referee called a stoppage, giving them a five-minute rest. "Here! Husband!" Meiji handed Gao Liang a bottle of Coca-Cola, but Gao Liang didn't take it—instead, he simply smiled warmly at the two lovely, charming women in front of him. It truly came as a surprise that his longtime wives had both come to support him. This brought great comfort to the weary Gao Liang. Meiji was indeed very gentle—she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, wiping Gao Liang's sweat, and asked him if he was tired. Meanwhile, Dai Mengna took over the drink from Meiji, opened the cap, held the bottle up, and gently poured it into Gao Liang's mouth, while using her right hand to gently pat his back. She was also massaging key areas of his body. High-light especially loved when Dreamna gave him massages. While drinking his beverage, he suddenly grabbed both his wives' hands and said, "My two wives, I'm truly grateful to you both. My husband will definitely win!" "Really? If we win, we'll take good care of our husband!" Now Dreamna had become so obedient and attentive in front of High-light, which deeply moved him. As for Mei-ji, when she was wiping her sweat, her two large breast globes were almost pressed right against his chest. It made him feel pleasantly excited—his penis had swelled up and rose high. Mei-ji was truly a top-tier beauty! If only Old-Zi had broken her a little earlier and made her his true wife, how wonderful that would have been! Yes, this time Old-Zi absolutely must win—otherwise, he simply couldn't face these two beautiful women in front of him. As he was still daydreaming, the referee's whistle had already blown. Highlight was filled with renewed energy, energized by the cheers from both his wives, standing in sharp contrast to Tom, who looked openly resentful. Just moments earlier, Tom had been jealous when he saw two stunning women personally stepping onto the field to wipe sweat, serve water, and massage Highlight—especially the close, intimate gestures between Megi and Highlight, which had already ignited his frustration. Highlight had two absolutely beautiful wives! Tom, a proud American, had none! He simply wouldn't accept it. He was determined to knock Highlight down, to leave him completely disoriented. The game this time was exceptionally intense. Tom deployed his signature move—the drift shot—which left Gao Liang with little room to maneuver. Yet Gao Liang remained remarkably calm, focused solely on the basketball. After carefully observing every move Tom made, he seized a moment of opening and launched a decisive attack, drawing on his Chinese martial arts prowess. Leveraging his exceptional vertical leap, he soared higher, farther, and with greater force, rising into the air just as Tom was shooting from beyond the three-point line. "Wow! A flying interception!" the crowd roared. "Husband, you're amazing! I saw Michael Jordan!" Demona clapped, amazed. "Husband, so powerful! So cool!" Meiji exclaimed with excitement. Just as the words fell, Tom's ball arced toward the basket, but Gao Liang moved faster, higher, and more forcefully than the ball itself. "Crack!" Gao Liang firmly intercepted the ball and tossed it smoothly toward the basket. "Good heavens, don't—!" Tom gasped, drenched in cold sweat. Before she finished speaking, the ball swished through the hoop with a clatter. "The Shot of the Century! The Shot of the Century!" the crowd erupted in cheers. The referee announced the final score, highlighting the game-winning basket, which tied Tom's lead from earlier. The decisive moment had arrived. More spectators had gathered on the court, and reporters from Stanford Television had already set up their cameras, deploying significant manpower, resources, and funding for live coverage. "Good evening, viewers at home. We're bringing you the most exciting basketball game of the season from Stanford University, a world-renowned institution. After several back-and-forth scoring exchanges, the two teams are now tied. The game has reached its most intense phase..." A lively female reporter with golden hair and bright eyes delivered the on-site report with enthusiasm. At this moment, Tom had exhausted his final move—a powerful, aggressive fadeaway shot, characterized by speed and intensity, leaving little to no chance for the opponent to intercept. Even if intercepted, the success rate was low. Indeed, Tom's move proved exceptional. However, under the continuous encouragement from his two wives, Gao Liang adjusted his agility to peak performance, allowing him to anticipate Tom's actions in advance. While Tom was confident and in the flow of his game, Gao Liang unexpectedly launched his shot first, leaping directly to the vicinity of the basket—precisely when Tom's ball surged forward like a bullet with strong momentum. But Tom miscalculated. Gao Liang's Chinese martial arts training wasn't in vain; drawing on Li Ling's signature style, he deftly intercepted the swiftly approaching ball and then executed a reverse jump shot. Tom had no time to react, and the ball swished through the net with a solid thud. The crowd erupted—flowers, applause, and cheers surged continuously. The reporters from Stanford City Television went wild. They assembled a large interview team, surrounding Hengliang so tightly that many reporters held their microphones pointed directly at him, asking the same question repeatedly: "Hengliang, you're truly outstanding—defeating a stronger opponent and turning defeat into victory. Could you tell us, Hengliang, what was your secret weapon?" Hengliang pulled his wife and his wife-in-law close to him, forming a trio standing side by side—one handsome man and two beautiful women—extremely photogenic, drawing continuous applause from the reporters who kept taking photos. Amidst the crowd's admiration, Hengliang praised his two wonderful wives: "Honestly, without the support and encouragement from my wife and my wife-in-law, I don't think I could have won today's match. So, their contributions are truly indispensable." As a result, reporters quickly turned their cameras toward Damengna and Meiji, interviewing them while marveling at their exceptional combination of talent and beauty—giving them a well-deserved moment of glory. Dai Mengna and Mei Ji were absolutely thrilled, feeling deeply honored to have such exceptional husbands—being able to share some of the burdens with them was truly a source of pride. As Tom had done just earlier with Yamada, he now shyly retreated to a quiet corner, facing off across the court at Gao Liang and his various wives, and said with determination, "Gao Liang, what's so special about having women wishing you well? I'm going out now to find a woman to vent my frustrations with. I'll come back refreshed and ready to battle you. Don't get too confident—watch this!" Ha! Old Zai has really been thriving in the U.S.—money, beauty, status, and prestige all rolled in. He's absolutely thrilled! At the Stanford University's newly married hotel guest room 888, Gao Liang lies on the bed, receiving a foot massage from his wife, Dai Mengna, whose graceful feet provide him with a special therapeutic treatment he truly enjoys. Gazing from her feet up to her thighs, Gao Liang is captivated by the full, inviting curves of her buttocks. He reaches out and gently squeezes her, startling her so much that she nearly falls off the bed. Fortunately, Mei Ji steadies her. Both women give Gao Liang a look of mild exasperation, while he remains completely unconcerned—his basketball game today was exhausting, and it's surely time for him to be treated. Just as he's thinking this, Mei Ji serves him a bowl of lotus seed porridge. Gao Liang is delighted—wow, this Japanese girl really is warm and considerate! That's precisely why many Chinese people dream of marrying a Japanese woman. Today, my husband is going to really treat her badly. Seeing Mizu's full breasts, the two big white rabbits seem about to emerge—Hao Liang feels a warm rush in his nose, and he reaches out to touch them. Oh damn, he's bleeding again. He gestures for Mizu to feed him, but Mizu seems reluctant. Hao Liang pretends to be exhausted, saying, "Mizu, I'm so tired my bones feel like they're falling apart. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to class tomorrow. The class president duties will have to be yours!" This actually works—Mizu already has a heavy workload as study committee chair, how could she possibly take on the additional responsibility of class president? So she smiles and says, "Open your mouth! Open it wide—I'll feed you!"