After that, the two of them relaxed and enjoyed a pleasant chat over coffee, during which Zhao Yuanhang, while making Zhang Xiaoli happy, also asked several thoughtful questions about Qiu Xinxin, listening intently. This made Zhang Xiaoli slightly suspicious, yet Zhao Yuanhang was quick-witted—he said, "Your voice is so beautiful, I've been completely absorbed in what you're saying!" Zhang Xiaoli loved this remark and laughed heartily. Just as they were chatting warmly, her phone rang. Her expression darkened, and she said, "Yuanhang, I have to go now—our Chang'e princess has invited me to her place!" "After saying this, she hesitated slightly and raised her hand to wave goodbye, her right hand revealing a delicate, warm-looking women's bracelet—made of Swarovski crystal links. Zhao Yuanhang had seen this type of bracelet before at a jewelry store, though he was sorry to find that it came in pairs; he didn't know where the other one was. If the two bracelets were combined, they would form a heart-shaped pattern, as the limited-edition designer described, symbolizing a lasting and enduring love between the two. Chen Yanling gasped, spotting the person holding the book. She was both surprised and delighted—because she realized that standing before her was none other than Fan Weizhe. Fan Weizhe smiled and said, "Yanling, I've also been eyeing this book. But if you'd like it, I'll gladly return it to you!" "Really?" Chen Yanling's youthful enthusiasm surged—so endearing, with her large, clear eyes fixed on Fan Weizhe, like still waters reflecting the sky. "Last time I celebrated my birthday, you gave me a Nike basketball, and I never properly thanked you. Well, then, let this book be my token of appreciation!" Unconsciously, Fan Weizhe spoke softly, and Chen Yanling noticed his cheeks had gently flushed. "Shall we meet tomorrow at the university library to discuss this book in depth?" Chen Yanling looked at him with earnest appeal. "You're silly! Who doesn't know that the Five Golden Flowers have been in constant rivalry with us, the F4? If anyone sees us together, they'll surely report it to the Moon Princess, and we'll all be in trouble!" "Fan Weizhe's words were exactly the same as Zhao Yuanhang's. Chen Yanling, however, said, 'I don't care! Do we not even have the right to discuss our learning plans?' 'Well, we can certainly discuss here!' Fan Weizhe replied, somewhat awkwardly. 'Boring!' Chen Yanling sighed. At that moment, Fan Weizhe warmly invited her to sit down at a milk tea shop inside the library. They each ordered a cup of milk tea and took a sip through their straws, enjoying the lively pop music as they began to talk. Naturally, their conversation centered on the Five Golden Flowers and the F4. As Fan Weizhe listened intently to Chen Yanling's stories about Qiu Xin Yue, he became deeply engrossed. Chen Yanling, eyes wide with surprise, gently touched him and said, 'You must be developing feelings for one of our princesses, right? But her standards are so high—no one has ever truly captured her heart! Let alone the F4!' 'The F4 won't lose. Our prince will surely win!' Fan Weizhe clearly stated his determination. "If that's truly the case, I'm all in—let's see how the prince can win over the princess!" Chen Yanling nearly dropped her milk straw to the floor, her face filled with excitement. It seemed that although Chen Yanling was among the Five Golden Flowers, she still deeply cherished her affection for the F4 group. She hoped to witness a fresh F4 taking on her princess. Who was truly her idol—her Five Golden Flowers or the F4? She needed to find the real answer. Applause erupted, smiles bright on every student's face, as they listened to the music teacher's piano piece—much like sipping a musical afternoon tea to ease the fatigue of the classroom lessons. As the students were still in deep admiration, another piano piece began to play. A handsome boy with a touch of melancholy sat at a piano beside Liang Qin Yun, his fingers dancing gracefully over the keys, singing and playing "Goodbye, My Love" by Zui Shi Li He with rhythmic precision: "I've always kept it hidden, afraid you wouldn't bear the weight of the unexpected sorrow and shock—so much pain and hurt following one after another. I lied, driven by necessity, unable to explain everything, not having time to prepare. Life's cruel fate arrived without warning—suddenly, without a word. Goodbye, my love, my truest love. When you open this letter, I'll no longer be here. Goodbye, my love. Please forgive my lack of honesty. I couldn't bear to leave you, yet I had to. I couldn't bear to stay." Each note was solemn and deeply mournful, resonating powerfully with Zu Tianpei's gentle, sorrowful voice. The students, who had just been smiling warmly, now found their foreheads clouded with a deep sense of emotion. Liang Qinyun listened intently, as if trying to grasp not just the music but the true inner voice of Zuo Tianpei. When the music ended, everyone slowly and reluctantly left the classroom at Liang's signal, leaving only Liang and Zuo behind. Without waiting for Liang to speak, Zuo began: "Qinyun, do you know? This is my very last piano performance!" He paused, looking at Liang, who was clearly surprised, and then added, "My piano isn't much use anymore. If you need it, please take it." "Teacher Liang, we were defeated by the Five Blossoms in Room F3. I didn't lose heart, but if I lose in the area I'm strongest—music—then I've actually defeated myself!" Zuo Tianpei said calmly. Liang Qinyn said nothing immediately. She picked up a chalk and wrote elegantly on the blackboard. Zuo Tianpei saw the words: "but not made for defeat." He then said, "Man can be destroyed, but not defeated." This translated to: "No one is born to be defeated; people can be destroyed, but never truly defeated." The classic line from Ernest Hemingway's masterpiece *The Old Man and the Sea* struck a powerful chord in Zuo Tianpei's central nervous system, instantly revitalizing his spirit. He clenched his fists and declared, "I will never be defeated! I can! I will!" "Student Tianpei! Here's to you—good luck!" Your piano will always belong to you! I hope you'll play a wonderful life!" Li Qin Yun encouraged. Left Tianpei and Li Qin Yun found that their hands had gradually come together without realizing it. After discussing topics related to music, they also talked about the five blossoms of the campus. Li Qin Yun shared a little story about Qiuxin Yue, which made Left Tianpei nearly laugh until his stomach ached. Time flew by quickly, and as Left Tianpei was about to head to his class, he bid farewell to Li Qin Yun with deep reluctance. Physical education class for Business Management major, Class One, Saint Dora Mary Business School. Guo Xigun, while everyone else was gathering at the sports field, quietly made her way to the classroom and, without anyone noticing, placed a cloth bag full of items neatly beside the bright seat—right beside the desk of class president Qiuxin Yue. After doing so, she gave a satisfied nod and tapped her finger once. "Now, there's going to be some real drama!" she exclaimed, then hurried off with enthusiasm. By the main entrance of Saint Dorothy Mary Business School, a prominent sign reads: "Please do not disturb during class hours." Two security guards stand at attention on either side of the entrance.