This is the parents' wish, but it's also my own. Starting today, I will absolutely strive to be a good student, cherish this precious opportunity, study diligently, and aim to become the most outstanding student in the entire Business College—just like the orchid before me, extraordinary and exceptional! "Go, Gao Ruolan!" Gao Ruolan clutched the small pink fist, made a solemn vow by the iconic building, and boosted her own confidence. Walking through the campus, Gao Ruolan found it vast and began to lose her way. At that moment, a boy approached, looking weary and disheveled, as though defeated. On closer inspection, she noticed he was cradling a sleek MP5 in his hands. Upon closer examination, she saw that the screen was cracked and fragmented—so badly damaged that the entire device looked as though its bones had scattered, truly heartbreaking. So she approached and asked, "What's wrong, classmate?" The boy looked downcast and replied, "Do you really think I have to write the three characters 'I'm unlucky' on my face?" "Then, she shed two tearful drops of sorrow. Gao Ruolan took out a handkerchief to help the male classmate wipe his tears. Seeing that he was kind-hearted, the male classmate sighed and said, "Who would have thought—I use an MP5 from the same brand as theirs!" "Them? Who exactly are 'them'?" Gao Ruolan asked. "Are you a freshman?" the male classmate looked at her in surprise, saying, "That's why you didn't know! They're the famous F3 across the entire campus. From now on, you'd better keep away from them—especially the main teaching building. That's their territory!" "F3?" Gao Ruolan seemed a bit puzzled, but didn't mind much, so she asked, "Classmate, could you tell me which building houses the School of Business Administration?" "Oh! It's like heaven has a path you don't take, and hell has no gate you insist on entering! I'm leaving now—good luck to you! Just try not to cross their path!" The male classmate hurried off toward the campus gate, stumbling and rushing. Gao Ruolan continued walking toward the campus, and suddenly the view opened up—tall, elegant, and grand, a teaching building rose straight into the sky, clearly visible. A group of male and female students gathered at the base, bustling and chatting, but it wasn’t clear what was going on. She hurried forward and approached. There, a male student, carrying a backpack, was gazing upward at the main building, placing his hands over his mouth in a trumpet-like shape, shouting, “I’m ready! I’m ready to go!” As soon as he finished speaking, something flew down from the sky and struck him directly. Gao Ruolan couldn’t stand it and pushed Tang Xikun aside. With a crisp sound, something hit the hard floor and shattered into pieces. Everyone was stunned—it was a smartphone, a high-end, multifunctional model, likely imported and quite expensive, now reduced to fragments. Instead of expressing gratitude, Tang Xikun looked crestfallen and said, “You pushed me out of the way! Why didn’t you let it hit me?” Didn't you know I've been having a rough day today? Do you think I have to write "I'm having a bad day" all over my face? "Classmate!" asked Gao Ruolan, recalling how the first male student's MP5 had been crushed just now. "Can you be more specific—did you accidentally offend F3?" "Don't ask me!" Tu Xigun looked miserable, refusing to answer, and then shouted again toward the teaching building: "This time it missed us—let it hit us again!" As soon as she finished speaking, another object fell from the sky. This time, the object seemed quite large and unfamiliar. A female student wearing thick glasses, who was standing beside one of the male students, looked utterly stunned. The student was named Xia Le Tao. Gao Ruolan pushed her two meters away. At that very moment, Tu Xigun, however, ran straight toward the falling object, as if determined to share the same fate. This was absolutely suicidal! Gao Ruolan couldn't bear it anymore, so when the object was just three centimeters away from the male classmate's head, she caught it with both hands. "Wow! What a refined laptop!" exclaimed Xia Le Tao, the female classmate who had been pushed aside, stepping closer to examine it carefully. "It's a limited edition from Apple Inc. in the U.S." "How can you be so meddling? Don't you know what disastrous consequences await you if you upset F3?" Guo Xigong, seeing that the two previous attempts to drop it had both been defused by Gao, grew even more solemn. "F3!" As soon as Guo Xigong uttered the name, a crowd of students who had been gathered quickly dispersed, and Xia Le Tao pulled Gao Ruolan along swiftly. Gao Ruolan held the laptop, while Guo Xigong kept calling out, "My laptop! Oh my!" Following Xia Le Tao's guidance, Gao Ruolan made her way through the crowd, taking a detour via the safety corridor to enter the teaching building. To our surprise, as we had just stood still in the corridor, three tall and handsome boys stepped out together, giving off a cool vibe, their eyes fixed on Gao Ruolan and Xia Le Tao, as if charged with high voltage. Xia Le Tao immediately felt the electric shock. "Wow! That's the F3 legend, right? Absolutely cool! So stunning! I never thought that just at the beginning of the semester, I'd get to see three such handsome boys on campus—I'm so lucky!" "Now tell me—whom are you meddling with?" shouted Zhao Yuanhang, one of the F3 members, at his colleague Guo Xiqun, who was now looking down, having somehow caught up with them. "Yes, it was she who pushed me!" Guo Xiqun pointed at Gao Ruolan and then snatched the notebook from her hands. Zhao Yuanhang looked at Gao Ruolan with utter disdain, saying, "Hey! How come our school has a busybody like this?" "You!" Gao Ruolan was about to retort, but was stopped by Xia Le Tao, who covered her mouth and gently pulled her along. At that moment, Zhao Yuanhang took the notebook offered by Guo Xiqun and declared with great enthusiasm, "You know, in this school, I'm the one who most dislikes it when others use something just like mine! The consequences—you know well—just like this!" He then casually tossed the notebook out of the teaching building's corridor balcony. Gao Ruolan and Xia Le Tao were stunned. Such an expensive notebook being used as a toy—unbelievable! How could this be a school? In her mind, Gao Ruolan repeated this question over and over: Why are there so many such disorganized students deliberately causing trouble? Isn't anyone in charge? "Remember! From now on, whenever you use your phone, keep a few extra ones in your backpack—so you won't end up with the same ones I have!" warned a boy named Zuo Tianpei from Floor 3. "My basketball shoes, too—I don't like it when others have the same pair. If I see someone wearing them, I'll definitely ruin his feet!" added another boy, Fan Weizhe, also from Floor 3. After the warning, Zhao Yuanhang kicked over a potted orchid plant by the corridor. Fan Weizhe walked past, ignoring it entirely, while Zuo Tianpei gently lifted the plant up—this small gesture left Gao Ruolan with a favorable impression. She knew Zuo Tianpei had been pursuing her since high school, but didn't realize that despite his affluent family, he was so assertive and rebellious. Still, she found him different from the other two, even though she had never developed feelings for him—she simply didn't mind him. Gao Ruolan's mother, Miao Hanfu, operated a stall on the Shunke Long commercial street in Hanhai City—a bustling area, though with somewhat poor security, where local thugs and street gangs regularly demanded protection fees. Indeed, just as Miao Hanfu had set up her stall and arranged the drinks and juices, two thugs arrived— one wearing a flowered shirt and the other with a mop of yellow hair. They looked stern, as if someone owed them a large sum of money. They tossed a receipt onto her desk and demanded, "Sign it!" "Two hundred! Wow!" Miao Hanfu had just started selling goods at a roadside stall, and didn't know what was going on. She was still puzzled when a middle-aged woman approached her—her neighbor's stall vendor—frowning and saying, "Oh dear! Didn't we pay one hundred last month? How did it jump to two hundred? If this keeps up, how are we going to survive?" "Shut up, you bird-brained woman! Don't you think about it—this area's security is so poor. If it weren't for our boss stepping in to protect us, someone else would have come along to collect protection fees, and they'd charge more than even our boss does. Two hundred is already generous from him!" The woman in the floral shirt kept referring to "the boss." Upon hearing that the fee was set according to the boss's request, she finally fell silent. Miao Hanfu was astonished—wasn't it common these days for merchants to pay protection fees? She'd never heard of such a thing! So she stood there, hesitating and confused.