So, to learn Chinese, I enrolled in the Chinese department at New York University—but I could only manage a basic level, not yet fluent. Then I went to Chinatown in New York and Chinatown in San Francisco, specifically studying Chinese with native Chinese speakers. It took me nearly six months before I reached my current level! "Wow! What an amazing American lady!" one Chinese young man exclaimed. "Miss, is that Chinese man your boyfriend?" another Chinese young man boldly asked. The American woman nodded and sighed, saying, "He's excellent—he's truly a man of character. I love him deeply." "Then why aren't you making the move to meet him sooner?" someone gently reminded her. The American woman shook her head and sighed, "As long as he's happy, I'll be happy." "But he's not happy!" a familiar voice reached her ears. Immediately, the beautiful Dana turned toward the source of the voice, but she didn't see the familiar figure she had been expecting. Did I miss something? Dianoma smiled gracefully and continued explaining to everyone about the Americans' growing enthusiasm for learning Chinese: "China is developing rapidly and is one of the most promising nations in the world. Many Americans have developed a deep interest in China's traditional culture and history. As a result, there's a strong desire among people to visit coastal China. This has sparked a wave of passionate Chinese language learning across the United States!" "Clap-clap-clap!" The audience erupted into applause. "Our cooperation between China and the U.S. is expanding continuously, driven by shared interests that bind the two nations together—our hearts are also growing closer. Indeed, mine and my Chinese boyfriend's hearts are one!" Dianoma spoke in fluent Mandarin, making her sound entirely Chinese. Such a wonderful American girl, everyone was looking at her with admiration. "Your Chinese boyfriend has arrived!" A voice rose among the crowd, enhancing the delicate beauty of Daina's sapphire eyes. Standing tall on the podium, she gently brushed a strand of golden hair from her right hand, her face bright with surprise, and smiled, saying, "Yousay? Isthattrue?" (You're saying that? Is that really true?) "YES! YES! YES!" the crowd shouted. "NO, NO, NO!" Daina shook her head, still unconvinced. "Husband! Husband is here!" A familiar voice rang out, and Daina heard it clearly. At that moment, she stopped shaking her head—because it wasn't a dream anymore; it was real. This voice was the one she had thought about every night, the one she had longed for. It sounded so warm, so comforting. "Where?" Daina cried, her eyes welling with tears. "Here! Here!" a voice from the crowd answered, yet Daina could not see the person she had been waiting for. Dai Mengna grew a bit displeased. Huh, Gao Liang, you deliberately avoided me. Well, then I won't pay any attention to you either—let's see who will be the one to break the silence. With her inner excitement restrained, she forced a composed demeanor, offering a polite smile to everyone and saying, "The first program at the U.S. Pavilion has concluded. Please proceed through the second entrance to enjoy the more exciting performances!" Her words prompted everyone to leave—everyone left, and there was no Gao Liang. Dai Mengna felt disappointed. He refused to stay for her. Well, then, I'll go—what will he do? Dai Mengna stepped out of the U.S. Pavilion and left the Expo exhibition area, walking through the bustling streets of Binhai City, where her youthful charm attracted many gazes. "This girl is absolutely stunning!" "It would be wonderful if she were my wife!"... Suddenly, a Black man appeared in front of her, blocking her path. Dai Mengna looked at him, startled—how familiar that face seemed! Upon closer inspection, it suddenly came back to her—this was the same fierce Black man from the Chinese Quarter of San Francisco, the one who had previously harassed the Chinese community. "Oh! Such a beautiful woman—how come you don’t have a boyfriend by your side? Shall I keep you company?" The strong Black man grinned with a mischievous expression, his deep black face lighting up with a bright smile. "You obnoxious suitor! I don’t need your company!" Daina spoke fluently in English, her voice as melodious as a nightingale and as clear as a silver bell, leaving the strong Black man utterly stunned. "I insist!" The man grew more assertive, standing like a statue blocking Daina’s path. Daina’s only recourse against such a suitor was to evade—she moved left, right, and backward—but the strong Black man moved faster than her, always following her like a ghost, never letting go. "This is China, not America! If you keep blocking me, I’ll call for help!" Dai Mengna issued a warning. But before she could finish speaking, her mouth was suddenly sealed by a large, strong hand. "Mmmmm!" Dai Mengna struggled fiercely, yet the powerful Black man was broad-shouldered and strong-built—how could she possibly break free? A pair of hands began to make their way toward her modest chest, and though she desperately tried to fend them off, it proved futile. The Black man was simply too strong—his grip was so firm that one hand was enough to hold her firmly, like an eagle grasping a chick with barely any effort. Dai Mengna, in despair, let out a steady stream of pain. Her pure, chaste body had been reserved solely for one person. If she were lost to this demon, how could she face her dearest loved one? With this thought, her heart heavy with sorrow, she said softly: "Gao Liang, I can't stay with you anymore. I'm leaving!" Just as Dai Mengna prepared to bite her tongue and die, the powerful Black man suddenly howled like a pig being slaughtered, and the hands that had held her loosened, now powerless. Dai Mengna immediately noticed two young Chinese men, full of energy, dressed in suits—no need to guess; everyone knew they were Gao Liang's key assistants, who, under Gao's direction, had been silently protecting her. The strong Black man grew furious, went into a frenzy, and launched a straight jab and a powerful leg swing at Lin Guojun and Wang Zhiqiang. Lin Guojun dodged the jab, but Wang Zhiqiang failed to avoid the strong Black man's leg swing. "Ah!" Wang Zhiqiang's body flew sideways, landing two zhang away, his eyes closing in despair as he sighed—only to be caught in mid-air by two strong hands. Upon seeing this, Wang Zhiqiang realized it was his boss, Gao Liang, who had just demonstrated such skill for the first time. He was both amazed and delighted. At that moment, the strong Black man effortlessly lifted Lin Guojun and threw him into the air with force—"Ah!" Lin Guojun's body shot through the air like a bullet, and Gao Liang quickly activated his Chinese martial arts techniques, shouting, "Got him!" Wang Zhiqiang observed that the elder launched himself into the air, arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture, perfectly aligned so that Lin Guojun's body would meet the elder's embrace. The powerful inertia knocked high against Guojun's body. Lin Guojun had expected a direct, forceful collision with the elder, but instead, he felt himself make contact with a soft, yielding surface. When they both landed, he realized there was still a layer of soft, cushioned material between their bodies. The elder gently released his hold, and the cushion expanded into a book-sized form—what on earth was this? Lin Guojun was genuinely curious. Wang Zhiqiang beamed with pride, saying, "This is our latest innovation! It automatically inflates, is both comfortable and safe, and essential for protection—our elder was the very first to use it!" "High! Truly brilliant!" Lin Guojun nodded with admiration. Everyone was delighted, but Dai Mengna faced a major threat at that moment. Dai Mengna couldn't move an inch under the firm control of the strong Black man, dizzy and momentarily unconscious due to her mouth being tightly pressed shut. What a perfect moment! The strong Black man dripped saliva—such a perfectly timed, beautiful white woman, he had never seen before in his life. Her figure was so flawless, her skin so pure and porcelain-like, that her breasts powerfully stimulated his eyes. He rubbed his eyes with his salty hands, wondering if he had gone blind. Such beauty naturally excited him, and once excited, he found himself eager to perform. In the United States, openness is the norm—take, for instance, a beach in San Francisco where men and women bathe nude together, or where couples have sex openly in the open air, with no concern for onlookers. Watching Dai Mengna, firmly held in his grasp, the strong Black man found himself daydreaming endlessly. Oh, he was absolutely thrilled! Thrilled even in China! As he thought, he began to act—how incredibly passionate he must have become at this very moment.