"Gao Cuilan! Gao Cuilan!" Gao Liang was still murmuring in his sleep, and the "Cuilan" part wasn't quite clear—especially the "Cu" sound—which made Gao Ruolan next to him think he was calling her. So she grew furious, her jaw trembling, and gently tapped him with her elbow, saying, "You're such a misfortune! You're off in your own little dream, and now you're calling people!" Gao Liang rubbed his still-drowsy eyes and asked, "Where are we? Is this Gao Laozhuang?" The moment he spoke, the whole class burst into laughter. "I'd say you're the god of light, still thinking about Gao Laozhuang!" Gao Ruolan glared at him sharply. "What's it to you? You're the bad luck star!" Gao Liang retorted. "Gao Liang, this is the classroom, not a bedroom. If you really need to sleep, go home!" Song Si'an said seriously. "Gao Liang, what did I just say?" Gao Liang naturally couldn't answer, though he now looked completely indifferent. "Can anyone tell me what I Song Si'an turned her gaze to the entire class. "Teacher! I'll answer!" Gao Ruolan raised her hand first and delivered her response smoothly once the teacher nodded. Song Si'an immediately praised Gao Ruolan for her attentive listening and criticized Gao Liang for his tendency to doze off during class. Gao Ruolan looked at Gao Liang with a sense of pride, while Gao Liang noticed a clear look of envy on her face. Gao Liang glared at her sharply—what was she, so impressive? I am the god of light, come down to this world for a second life. I'm going to show you what I'm made of this time. I'm going to prove who truly stands out. The other students, Zhao Meixuan and Xu Xinyan, who had admired Gao Ruolan as a role model, now found her falling from grace with such composure, and their admiration only grew stronger. Chen Yanling, Zhang Xiaoli, and Fan WeiZe sat down at a large round table by the window. After ordering coffee and pastries, Fan WeiZe began tutoring Chen Yanling in her computer course. Although Chen Yanling usually attended lectures attentively, she had never been fully focused—this time, however, Fan WeiZe’s tutoring inspired her to pay close attention, concentrate deeply, and remain single-mindedly engaged. So absorbed was she that Zhang Xiaoli, who was observing, felt truly envious. After all, a handsome man like Fan WeiZe was already a dream figure for many female students—being able to hear his explanations firsthand was truly a source of happiness. To avoid disturbing them, she simply listened. Indeed, a woman's voice said, "Really? I didn't expect you to remember so clearly—it truly moved me!" Such a response was exactly as she had felt that day. Zhang Xiaoli slightly tilted her body and glanced at the woman with her peripheral vision—she was a beautiful girl with long flowing hair, moving just as she had done a few days ago, her hands trembling so much that her coffee nearly spilled. She listened on, then heard Zhao Yuanhang's familiar declaration: "Right now, don't think I'm trying to court you. I just want to be your servant—your servant for this life and the next! I simply want to stay by your side!" When Zhang Xiaoli had heard this before, her heart had always fluttered with excitement. But now, she found herself deeply resentful. Then the woman with long hair asked, "Why do you like me?" At that moment, before Zhao Yuanhang could speak, Zhang Xiaoli burst out, saying, "Because you are beautiful, kind, noble, and pure..." Zhao Yuanhang and the girl were both taken aback. Zhang Xiaoli indignantly exclaimed, "You're a love-fool, a romantic charlatan—same words, repeated to anyone! How utterly shameless!" And with that, she turned and walked off without looking back. Only then did Zhao Yuanhang realize that Fan Weizhe and Chen Yanling were still standing beside him. He felt a little embarrassed, realizing he had blown it today. But immediately, he assumed a carefree expression—after all, I'm me, the campus romantic, and a man who doesn't flow with the wind is not truly young. He then turned to the long-haired girl and said, "Our relationship ends here. My next love interest is already on the way!" And with that, he walked off without looking back, leaving the long-haired girl stunned. Room 308, the men's dormitory. Zhao Yuanhang held the phone and told Fan Wei and Tian Pei, who lived in Room 406 of the same building, “You two go to bed early tonight and wake up on time tomorrow morning—be precise!” Gao Liang, holding the room number specially assigned by the school’s logistics director, knocked on Zhao Yuanhang’s door. Zhao closed the phone and opened the door. “Is this Room 308?” Gao asked. Zhao nodded, noticing the room number in Gao’s hand, and said, “Are you my new roommate?” “Looks like it! Not welcoming, are we?” Gao said half-jokingly, half-seriously. “We really are fate’s way of bringing us together!” Zhao sighed. “Not fate’s way, but a persistent ghost haunting us!” Gao smiled. “It’s just that we’ve both had bad luck—ending up sharing a room! But you’ll be free soon!” Zhao smiled at him, exchanging glances. This statement seemed challenging, and it angered Gao Liang, who replied, "Last time you raced against your close friend and challenged me—should you still feel不服, and want to race again, I'm more than willing to join you!" "I really appreciate your competitive spirit, but we don't want to race against you anymore, since after tomorrow I'm leaving this school. Wishing you happiness every day in this big prison!" Zhao Yuanhang carried himself with an air of dignity and then drifted off gracefully. Gao Liang found this rather strange. In the small forest outside the school's monitoring room, Zhao Yuanhang, Fan Weizhe, and Zuo Tianpei were gathered together, watching the teacher's administration building. "The old stick-in-the-mud has arrived—looks like he's truly on time!" Zhao Yuanhang checked his watch; the hour hand precisely pointed to eight o'clock. He excitedly told Fan Weizhe and Zuo Tianpei, "We're ready to move!" Fan Weizhe opened his laptop, gently clicking the mouse to achieve wireless, high-speed internet access. "Old-fashioned Li Tianpei will send out his weekly work report via email to all shareholders before 8:30. We have to resolve this within half an hour—otherwise his email won’t go through!" Li Tianpei said, looking at Fan Weizhe and prompting him. Fan Weizhe was extremely proficient with computers, truly a tech expert—his fingers flew across the keyboard, entering various commands swiftly. He quickly launched a hacking program and opened the first gate. The principal hesitated but eventually accepted. Upon opening it, he couldn't help laughing. "Can I really agree to such a reason for dropping out? If you're truly dissatisfied with Professor Song Si'an's lectures, simply skip them—there are so many other teachers here, you can choose from!" "Principal, I've lost interest in attending school. If I stay just one more day, I'll go mad! If you don't agree today, I've got plenty of plans!" High Guang poured out his frustrations, speaking with a tone of threat. "Then come at me all!" the principal grew angry. High Guang spat out six words: "Old stick-in-the-mud! Watch this!" And then he dashed off like a bolt from the blue. The principal shook with indignation. Though angry, he still had to carry out his responsibilities, so he continued working on the work weekly report at his computer, preparing to send it via email as soon as he finished. In the small forest outside the school's security office, Zhao Yuanhang grew increasingly anxious and said, "Fang Weizhe, are you really up to the task?" Fan Weizhe was continuously operating his laptop, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, expressing both regret and helplessness: "I never thought this old stick-in-the-mud would add a file protection lock—now I can't open it, can't steal or delete his weekly work report!" "Then what should we do?" Li Tianpei asked anxiously. "Let's simply cut off the external power supply to the main server!" Zhao Yuanhang was ready to implement this seemingly foolish yet effective solution. "Have you considered the consequences?" Li Tianpei asked. "This would completely shut down the entire campus network—what kind of damage would that entail?"