"What is it? Go on, say it! Won't it be too much to ask?" Zhang Xiaoli asked. "Easy, easy!" Zhao Yuanhang gave a shy smile and said, "Are you agreeing, or not?" "Alright! Counting on your tire repair service, I'll agree!" Zhang Xiaoli replied warmly. Zhao Yuanhang smiled to himself: Ha ha, today I've won for sure—Left Tianpei and Fan Weizhe, you two are out of the running. Thinking of taking Left Tianpei's precious piano, Zhao Yuanhang worked especially hard, changing the tires with great efficiency, and finished in no time. Zhang Xiaoli reached for her handkerchief, wiping the fine beads of sweat that had just appeared on Zhao Yuanhang's forehead. Since she was close, her double peaks nearly touched his chest, and the fragrance of her body drifted toward him, making Zhao Yuanhang feel enchanted. He said to her, "I've finished the repair now. Just remember what you agreed to earlier!" "Oh? What did you say?" Zhang Xiaoli replied casually. "Are you my girlfriend? Can I kiss you now?" Zhao Yuanhang asked. "I—uh—" Zhang Xiaoli was at a loss for words, her face turning deeply crimson, her heart racing, and her head lowered. At that moment, Zhao Yuanhang casually noticed two cars parked in the distance—exactly where left Tianpei and Fan Weizhe were standing. If he wasn't mistaken, they must be watching them with binoculars, enjoying the show! Suddenly, he grew anxious and launched into action, saying to Zhang Xiaoli, "Xiaoli, I know you feel our relationship is progressing too quickly. But I truly do like you—just as I expressed in my declaration a few days ago. Xiaoli, we've already been friends, haven't we? That was your own approval!" Xiaoli raised her head and looked steadily into Zhao Yuanhang's eyes, speaking seriously, "I'll accept your kiss, but you must promise to love me exclusively from now on. If you're ever a fickle person, I won't forgive you!" "I promise! I swear!" Zhao Yuanhang, eager to secure a swift victory, appeared resolute and earnest. "Hush! Don't make any vows—I don't like it when you vow!" Zhang Xiaoli pressed her finger against Zhao Yuanhang's lips, while he gently held her hand. The moment felt natural, both of them gazing into each other's eyes, their lips gradually drawing closer, their hearts beating in unison. When their lips were just three centimeters apart, two traffic officers arrived in their cars, honking continuously, urging them to move along the highway or face fines. They finally came back to themselves from their moment of enchantment. Zhang Xiaoli's face turned deeply flushed, her head bowed low, while Zhao Yuanhang glared fiercely at the officers: What's a few fines? Just three centimeters away from sealing the deal—now, at the very moment of triumph, his plan had been ruined. Turning to see Li Tianpei and Fan Weizhe in the distance, he noticed them waving and gesturing excitedly—clearly celebrating their own failure. Man, next time I absolutely have to kiss her decisively and quickly. Gao Ruolan was sitting on a patch of grass in the campus, basking in the bright sunlight, breathing in fresh air, holding a foreign language textbook and carefully reciting a university English passage she had learned earlier that morning. Just as she reached halfway through, a rather clumsy male student came over with his backpack. Gao recognized him immediately—he was the one she had helped catch the laptop from the previous day. To her surprise, he had drawn a turtle in black ink on his forehead. Tuo Xiguang said to Gao Ruolan, "I have something to say to you—four words!" Gao was taken aback, her eyes wide open, a little shy, and said, "We've known each other for a while, but not particularly close. I helped you back then, which was only what I should have done. It certainly doesn't go that far as to—” "But I really need to say it!" Tuo stammered. Gao looked utterly surprised. Tuo pointed to his forehead and said, "I'm a turtle!" Then, he sighed and walked off, looking rather disheartened. Gao Ruolan was surprised, yet she still opened her English notebook. Before she had even turned a page, a male student rushed in, his forehead smeared with the same marks as Guo Xigun. He greeted Gao Ruolan and said, "This student! I have four words for you—I'm a turtle!" "Ah?" Gao Ruolan was astonished—how could he keep saying such an unlucky phrase? Just as the second student had left, the third one arrived, with a look of deep dissatisfaction. Before he could speak, Gao Ruolan interrupted and said, "You must have four words for me, right?" The student nodded and said, "I'm a turtle!" Then he rolled and crawled off the slope of the lawn. How strange were these three students? Was this a zoo or a university? Now she simply couldn't read her English notebook anymore. So she followed the crowd toward the wide circular sports field of the campus. There were indeed quite a few people on the sports field, gathering around the center. Gao Ruolan pushed her way in and just happened to spot a boy walking toward her with his head down, saying, "I'm a turtle!" Gao Ruolan replied, "Enough!" She then stepped inside and found it was F3, standing proudly beside several race cars. Zhao Yuanhang asked his neighbor, Zuo Tianpei, "How many people still haven't competed?" Zuo Tianpei answered, "We've already arranged two teams of ten each—should we have them all compete?" Zhao Yuanhang said, "Let them come one by one!" He then turned to Fan Weizhe beside him and suggested, "The ones who lose, you'll be responsible for painting their foreheads!" Fan Weizhe laughed heartily, saying, "My hands are already aching from today's painting, but I really feel great!" Zhao Yuanhang felt even more confident, saying, "I'm a professional race driver, and they're all turtles!" Gao Ruolan heard this and was deeply indignant: How could students at a world-class business management school behave so frivolously? It was truly unbelievable! So she jumped into a race car, pushed a rather clumsy, nervous young man out of the way, and with a sudden burst of acceleration, took the wheel and sped off. "Wow! What a stunning sight!" someone in the crowd gasped. "A beautiful woman driving a race car—what a great show!" A young man in the crowd clapped his hands. Gao Ruolan actually wasn't very skilled at driving, but today she was so frustrated that she dared to take the wheel—this was truly remarkable, as she managed without any accidents. Though the car wobbled slightly during turns, it remained stable, and eventually completed a full loop around the sports field, returning to the starting point. She won a wave of cheers and admiration from the crowd. As soon as she got off the car, her first words were to Zhao Yuanhang: "Does this kind of competition really make sense? In my opinion, you're the turtle all along!" Before Zhao Yuanhang could react, she turned around and hurried off without a word. Zhao Yuanhang had never been called a turtle before—ever! He wanted to rush after her to give her a good scolding, but was pulled back by Zuo Tianpei, who said, "Well, she's done quite well today. Let's just drop it!" Fang Weizhe watched Gao Ruolan's retreating figure and gave a sharp clap with his right hand, saying, "This girl really has a strong personality!" "Go on! Really has a personality? One day I'll show her what my personality is like!" Zhao Yuanhang said with a huff. In Room 302 of the girls' dormitory, Gao Ruolan was working on business course assignments under her desk lamp, while her roommate Xia Le Tao was going through several new clothes she had just bought. Now they were chatting. "Ruolan, I truly admire your courage and boldness. Today, when you directly called Zhao Yuanhang a turtle, it really made him feel embarrassed!" Xia Le Tao opened up first. "Deserved it! Who else was supposed to play that boring racing game?" "Gao Ruolan reviewed the questions while nodding vigorously. "Oh! You say the other boys are so clumsy—knowing they can't match Zhao Yuanhang, yet still letting those three control the situation. These boys are truly as dull as possible!" Xia Le Tao actually deeply admired Zhao Yuanhang and the two others. In Xia Le Tao's eyes, Zhao Yuanhang's racing performance was absolutely cool and impressive—though Gao Ruolan hadn't witnessed it. "Hmph! I simply don't believe he always wins. There will surely come a day when he loses!" Her uncle's taekwondo studio is named "Heaven Beyond Heaven," so it was natural for her to say that. That Friday evening, the student club hosted a self-entertained performance event, in which Zhao Yuanhang, Fan Weizhe, and Zuo Tianpei all participated. Zuo Tianpei performed a song by Guang Liang, "Agreement," singing and playing the piano, earning enthusiastic applause and winning over a large group of girls. "Tianpei, so many beautiful girls are cheering for you—doesn't one of them truly move you?" Zhao Yuanhang stood beside Zuo Tianpei, pointing at a large group of excited girls in the audience. Zuo Tianpei sat by the piano, his head still down, looking deeply thoughtful and melancholy.