Just as they were laughing, Ying Gu led three school security guards over. Upon reaching the café, she pointed at Gu Xiqun and said, "It's him!" As soon as the words fell, the three guards seized Gu Xiqun. Gu Xiqun protested, "I'm a student, not a bad person! What are you doing to me?" "Your brain must have been submerged in water today! For someone whose brain has been damaged, we should take them away!" Ying Gu gestured to the guards to drag him off. The documents scattered on the floor remained untouched,无人 picked them up. Zhao Yuanhang waved at Gu Xiqun and then said to Ying Gu, "Why not take us three along?" "You three? Please! As shareholders of the school, we only have a duty to protect them!" With that, Ying Gu walked away. The principal brought Gao Liang to Room 301 of the main teaching building and addressed the entire class: "Allow me to introduce to you our new student, Gao Liang. Please give him a warm welcome!" As the students clapped, Zhao Meixuan and Xu Xinyan began talking. Zhao Meixuan was thrilled, her heart racing so fast that she almost fainted with excitement. Before she could speak, Xu Xinyan exclaimed, "Whoa! I didn't expect our new idol to be in our class!" "You'd better not try to take my spot!" Zhao Meixuan pressed her right index finger against Xu Xinyan's lips. "If you can't manage it, I'll step in—don't blame me for competing with you!" Xu Xinyan said with a bright smile. "Don't look down on me—watch this! Soon, he'll only see me!" Zhao Meixuan said with full confidence. Gao Liang casually found a seat and sat down. Seeing that everything was fine, the principal left. At that moment, Gao Ruolan returned from outside and sat at her usual seat, right next to Gao Liang. "The unlucky star! I didn't think we'd meet again so soon!" Gao Liang said with a mischievous smile. "The unlucky one! How come you keep showing up like this?" Gao Ruolan replied firmly. Xu Xinyan, who came after, said to Zhao Meixuan, "It seems that Gao Ruolan and the new idol really have a feud!" Zhao Meixuan replied, "I don't like Gao Ruolan. I have to do something for my idol!" Xu Xinyan said, "Don't go off the rails!" Zhao Meixuan said, "Who's going off the rails? I'll make it so that my idol sees only me!" At that moment, Gao Liang, who had been smiling sarcastically earlier, straightened up and pretended to be serious, clearing his throat. Gao Ruolan, flipping through her book, noticed Gao Liang was about to say something to her, and with a kind expression in her eyes, invited him to sit closer. Suddenly, Gao Liang said loudly, "You've been so attentive to me, saying I'm always haunting you—have you developed feelings for me?" This completely infuriated Gao Ruolan. Her chest rose and fell with agitation, she snorted softly, clenched her hands into a soft fist, bit her lips tightly, and looked furious, saying, "You're such a self-absor At that moment, a male teacher walked into the classroom, stood at the podium, and asked everyone to be quiet. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I'm your new teacher, Song Si'an. Now, I'll call out names and get to know you all!" He then began calling names according to the student seating chart. After finishing, he continued, "Now, please open the first page of your textbook, *Introduction to Business Management*." The classroom filled with the sound of pages turning. While flipping through her book, Gao Ruolan glanced at Song Si'an. Oh! She remembered—wasn't he the one who had given her the umbrella that day? She hadn't expected him to become her teacher. Gao Liang, sitting beside her, kept his book on the desk and didn't bother to open it. The lecture that followed was purely theoretical. Gao Ruolan found the content closely aligned with the book she had bought at the library just two days earlier, so she listened intently. But Gao Liang had already begun yawning and was gradually drifting off to sleep. Song Si'an on stage grew more and more animated, while Gao Liang grew increasingly drowsy. Within five minutes, he could no longer hold out and simply leaned over the desk, falling asleep and drifting off into a dream. In his dream, he re-embarked on his journey to the West, parting from Gao Cuilan at the old Gao's village. Gao Cuilan personally handed him a new garment and said, "I'll be waiting for you!" Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, and he promised her that upon returning with the sacred scriptures, he would no longer remain a monk but would marry her, becoming a true husband and wife. After bidding her a heartfelt farewell, he journeyed with Master Tang Song to the West to obtain the scriptures. Though the journey was arduous, every day he received a warm, caring text message from Gao Cuilan via China Mobile's Global Connect service, asking after his health and well-being, her affection flowing steadily and deeply, bringing him endless happiness. Thus, he never felt lonely on the road, even when frequently scolded by his master or teased by Sun Wukong. He endured everything, for only through enduring hardships could one truly rise above. To not let down the deep love High Cuilan has for herself, she has decided to sincerely reform and make every effort to obtain the true scripture. Unexpectedly, along the way to the West, High Cuilan's text messages have gradually decreased—on several days, she didn't receive a single message at all, which made her feel uneasy. While hesitating, an EMS global express delivery arrived; she signed for it, delighted to find it was a package sent by High Cuilan. Excited, she opened it, only to gasp and faint halfway through. In the letter, High Cuilan wrote: "Good morning, Eight-Precepts! When you receive this letter, I have already married a wealthy businessman in the United States. I can no longer wait for you anymore. For me, marriage represents a rare opportunity, and I must use this marriage to transform my life." You have a long face and large ears, an unattractive appearance, and are poor. I don't know when you'll finally succeed in obtaining the sacred teachings. My parents and I both feel that following you will bring us no happiness. Therefore, I cannot possibly wait until you return to marry you. How cruel! It's no wonder I fainted. My dearest one has abandoned me, chosen a foreigner instead. I vowed to rise above my circumstances, so I worked hard, determined to follow my master, journeying with the group through the eighty-one trials until we finally reached the West to obtain the true teachings. The Buddha has been fair and just—he has rewarded me by appointing me as a messenger to clean and prepare the altar. This time, he has specially assigned the Bodhisattva Guanyin to assist me in rebirth, transforming me into a handsome man and giving me a second chance at life. Now that I have everything, I still can't forget Guicuilan. Especially during lonely nights, when I find myself deeply saddened. I love her, yet I also resent her—resenting her coldness and indifference, yet cherishing her grace, her refined education and elegance from the past. Thus, he returned to Gaogaozhuang, determined to make a grand comeback, showing high-courtesy to Gao Cuilan and her family, so that she might realize how mistaken her earlier choice had been. Seated in a luxurious BMW, flanked by a host of attendants, he arrived at Gaogaozhuang with great dignity. He noticed an elderly couple, their expressions sorrowful, walking with a waver, heading toward a grove of trees beyond the village. It was the village chief and his wife. He alighted from the car and followed them to the grove, where he stood motionless, as if struck by lightning. There, in the grove, was a cemetery, with a porcelain statue on a tombstone—none other than Gao Cuilan, whom he had thought of every night and day. The statue was even smiling toward him! Both the village chief and his wife wept uncontrollably. He rushed forward and inquired about the situation. It turned out that after he had left Gaogaozhuang, Gao Cuilan had declined all marriage proposals, vowing to remain chaste and faithful. Yet, after several years, she had developed a terminal illness that proved unt To keep herself fully focused on her journey of seeking enlightenment, she took an unexpected step—she wrote a heartfelt letter of parting, which she had sent via EMS through a relative in the United States. On the very day she received the letter, Gao Cuilan had already gone to heaven. In her final moments, she entrusted her parents with a request: "If one day Subhūti returns, make sure to give him a song—this song will carry my enduring affection." Upon finishing her words, the head of the Gao family presented her with a beautifully crafted CD. Insert the CD into the portable player yourself, hold the monument, gaze at the radiant smile of Gao Cuilan, and listen as Gao Cuilan's voice, like a heavenly melody, echoes in your ears—yet full of sorrow: "I wish to be your wife in the next life. Will heaven accompany me, waiting for you? Even if I must bear all my wounds in this life, I'll trade them for your warmth in the next. I wish to be your wife in the next life. I'll stay all night by the lamp before the Buddha, weeping until my tears flow like rivers, just to fulfill the unfinished bond between us..." Hearing this, you are utterly devastated, tears streaming down your face. "That student, that student—please stand up and answer a question!" When Song Si'an began his first class, he was surprised to find someone asleep; he became quite annoyed and tapped the lectern with his blackboard eraser, making a loud noise.