Gao Liang also knew how difficult it was for Miao Dayong to run the dojang, so he donated a large stack of money as sponsorship. This deeply moved Miao, who said, "You've truly come at the right moment—like bringing snow in winter! I'll certainly repay this debt many times over!" Today, Gao Liang is a millionaire and doesn't care about such a modest sum. What matters to him is contributing to taekwondo. Therefore, he simply shook his head, indicating that repayment was unnecessary. This gesture deeply touched Miao, who nearly cried and almost knelt to offer a bow. He also held Gao's hand, praising his taekwondo skills and expressing a wish to have him take him as a student. Of course, since Miao was older and could serve as Gao's uncle, he didn't make the offer final, but instead said he would be happy to teach some of his students taekwondo if the opportunity arose. This response brought Miao great comfort. He knew today was a blessing—his long-sought benefactor had finally come. Early in the morning, Zhao Yuanhang, Zuo Tianpei, and Fan Weizhe bumped into each other. Zuo Tianpei opened his mouth first. "Yuanhang, how far has that girl gone? Hasn't he even held her hand yet?" "How could that be? If it weren't for that damn phone call, I'd have—!" Yuanhang sounded rather annoyed. "Another exaggeration!" said Zuo Tianpei. "You two are so boring—could you possibly talk about something else?" Fan Weizhe seemed genuinely uninterested in pursuing girls. "There it is! Haha! Tomorrow, you'll see the show! This time, I'm definitely winning!" Yuanhang slapped his thigh and smiled slyly. All student supplies at Saint Dorothy Mary Business School were uniformly distributed by the college. At the beginning of the semester, many students went to the designated distribution center to collect various learning materials—such as automatic pens, ballpoint pens, fountain pens, ink, erasers, rulers, exercise books, notebooks, draft books, folders, and English dictionaries—comprehensive and of superior quality and style compared to those available outside the campus. Gao Ruolan and Xia Le Tao moved slowly forward, forming part of a long line. Xia Le Tao said, "Ruolan! I absolutely love that electronic pen which plays soft music—it's said this type isn't available domestically. These are brand-new imports just arrived from Britain!" Upon hearing this, Gao Ruolan also became interested. She reached on tiptoe to examine the electronic music pens displayed at the distribution counter, then scanned the crowd with her eyes, saying, "One pen per person should be enough!" Xia Le Tao nodded happily. As they were still talking, many girls suddenly exclaimed, the crowd became agitated, and the orderly line began to loosen. Gao Ruolan and Xia Le Tao looked over and saw it was the F3—three handsome young men had arrived. They didn't wait in line—they cut right in front. Fan Weizhe from F3 was blowing a whistle, giving off a cool vibe, while Zhao Yuanhang was lighting up the eyes of several girls around him, instantly capturing their attention. Zuo Tianpei was humming a pleasant pop song, making it nearly impossible for the girls waiting to receive items to move. Xia Le Tao couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! They're absolutely stunning! So cool!" Just as she finished speaking, Zhao Yuanhang took the two pen holders containing the music electronic pens right off the counter. The female staff member at the distribution desk was used to this and simply ignored them—clearly, she didn't want to create any fuss. F3's reputation throughout the college was well-known and deeply respected; everyone felt intimidated. It was said that even the principal had to smile politely when seeing them. Since the fathers of F3 were major shareholders of the college, no faculty or student dared to offend them. Gao Ruolan finally couldn't bear it anymore. She overruled Xia Le Tao's objections, stepped forward, and directly addressed Zhao Yuanhang with a firm tone, saying, "The students in front—please take your turn and queue High Ruo Lan’s words fell silent, and everyone turned their attention fully to her and Zhao Yuanhang. F3 had never been challenged before, so one by one, the guests slowly turned around, wondering who dared to question their authority. “Is it you again? Housekeeper! You truly love meddling!” Zhao Yuanhang stared at High Ruo Lan with a stern expression. “You’ve been queuing up, taking things, and yet, where’s the fairness?” High Ruo Lan replied with conviction. “We simply enjoy doing things this way—how can you possibly interfere?” Fan Weizhe stepped in. The three stood face to face, each refusing to yield. Zhao Yuanhang leaned in close to High Ruo Lan and said, “Don’t push my patience too far!” Then, he clenched his fists and said firmly, “You’re really giving me a hard time, Housekeeper!” Just as High Ruo Lan was about to respond, Xia Le Tao gently covered her mouth. At that moment, Zuo Tianpei also reached out to grasp Zhao Yuanhang’s arm and said, “Good men don’t fight women—let’s go! Let’s race!” "Gao Ruolan huffed, clenched her fists tightly, and stood with a determined expression, clearly unwilling to yield. When the three of them had finally left, Xia Le Tao suddenly exclaimed, 'Oh my! All the electronic music pens have been taken away—none left for me!' Gao Liang felt the moment had arrived. While his mother was still asleep in the bedroom and the housekeeper, Zhang Ma, was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, he quietly descended to the first floor, hoping to slip out through the back door. Unhappily, Chen Jiangliu appeared and said, "Gao Liang, where are you off to again?" As soon as Gao Liang saw it was Chen Jiangliu, he was furious and replied, "I just went down to the first-floor bathroom—shouldn't that be enough?" Chen Jiangliu politely said, "Mr. Gao, please go ahead." Gao Liang entered the bathroom with deep dissatisfaction. He glanced around and noticed the window was open—definitely something Zhang Ma had just done, opening it to let fresh air in. This was a perfect opportunity. Gao Liang climbed over the window. The window was about three meters above the ground, and he didn't hesitate at all—this wasn't much of a challenge for him. As he was about to jump down, Chen Jiangliu reappeared and said, "Gao Liang, it's quite high—don't jump down yet. Wait a Upon seeing Chen Jiangliu smiling and cheerful, Gao Liang immediately lost interest, saying, "What do I have to do with you? Don't you keep following me like a ghost! I really don't want to be seen as that childish, never-grown-up kid again!" Chen Jiangliu grew urgent, his face solemn, and said, "It's the chairman's order. From today on, you're to be with me round the clock!" Gao Liang sighed deeply—what a bore. With absolutely no room for personal freedom, every day he's under the constant glow of a big overhead light bulb—how could he possibly feel cheerful? After school, when Zuo Tianpei and Fan Weizhe went to the parking lot to retrieve their cars, they noticed Zhao Yuanhang's car was no longer in its designated spot, proving he had already left. Usually, they would drive home together without any prior arrangement, since their villas are all located in the eastern outskirts of Hanhai City, and thus they follow the same route. So they sped up and drove off, eager to see what kind of surprise Zhao had in store today. Zhang Xiaoli was driving her own small car, initially moving quite quickly. But once she entered the highway, she noticed her speed slowing down—gradually, even more so. Despite pressing the accelerator firmly, the car wouldn’t move faster. She felt the vehicle sinking downward. What was going on? When she got out, she gasped—oh no! The front tire had already deflated. It needed a tire repair! But here they were, on the road, and the car wouldn’t budge. What could she do? Zhang Xiaoli grew increasingly anxious. Zhang Xiaoli simply couldn't believe that Zhao Yuanhang, besides racing, could also take the initiative to repair cars and change tires himself. Zhao Yuanhang nodded with confidence and said, "Xiaoli, I've fixed it. Just promise me one thing!"