"Gao Liang, Classmate! Congratulations! In this 'The Legend of the Westward Journey Online II: Moonlight Box' game, you have successfully advanced through each stage and continuously climbed higher. After careful deliberation by the committee, we are delighted to officially appoint you as our company's Signed Professional Player!" At Full Moon Bay Internet Cafe, a young man sat beside the network manager’s desk, watching a message pop up on a 19-inch wide LCD Display Screen. With his heart pulsing with excitement, he gently clicked his mouse, and the screen immediately displayed this message: "The 1000-Yuan Prize has now been claimed by another participant. You have thus forfeited your eligibility for the Signed Professional Player position. Could you please explain why?" Gao Liang lit a cigarette, poured himself a bottle of Yanjing Brand canned beer, and sighed deeply, "It’s been three years—almost three years now. I’ve needed to earn money to pay my tuition fees. And I’ve also had to cover my mother's medical expenses totaling 100,000 Yuan. I've really needed that money..." "Liang-gong! Your shift has changed! You should head home and rest now!" Ye Qian, a network manager with just one year less than Gao Liang in age, stood at her elegant, fresh-fresh outfit, walking with a graceful sway. Gao Liang quickly closed the game webpage and stepped out—he had already told his parents he would be back home today. Racing home as fast as he could, however, by now it was already 10 p.m. The last bus of Hanhai City had also stopped running. Gao Liang walked slowly through a quiet, cold street under the soft light. Today was Sunday—he didn’t have evening classes. So instead, he decided to head back toward school. Just as he reached a sharp turn on the road, about 500 meters from campus, he saw someone stumbling—almost falling—as if they couldn't stand upright. Gao Liang sensed something familiar; who could it be? As he approached and glanced at her under the dim light, he was startled: wasn’t that our proud class president, Zhang Yu Ping? He noticed she smelled strongly of alcohol—clearly had been drinking a lot. Gao Liang thought: This elegant girl seemed so composed, yet here she was, clearly a regular drinker. At this moment, Zhang Yu Ping stumbled on a stone lying in the road and fell forward. "Goodness!" Gao Liang rushed to her aid, reaching out to steady her—but it was too late. Zhang Yu Ping’s entire body collapsed gracefully right into his arms. Her face flushed rosy-red—like two ripe Fuji apples—and Gao Liang wanted to gently press a kiss to her lips. The two large Grand White Rabbits on her chest pressed against his chest, soft and tender, complemented by the faint scent of fragrance mixed with alcohol that filled the air. He was completely enchanted. The young man beneath naturally began to rise in anticipation. What a wonderful evening—now not only had he earned 1000 Yuan, but he’d also picked up an elegant school beauty without even trying! As Gao Liang exclaimed his delight, Zhang Yu Ping murmured, "No! No! I don’t want it! Don’t press me!" Gao Liang paused, stunned—Who was pressing her? Wasn't she the one who had come to him willingly? So he gently stepped back, intending to ease her. Gao Liang’s principle: He never liked to force others or be forced by others. He only wanted to do what truly felt right for himself. Yet, an unexpected turn occurred—the more Gao Liang pushed Zhang Yu Ping away, the stronger she suddenly clung to him. This was the first time a woman had ever held him in such a way—something he had never imagined possible—yet here it was happening tonight. His heart now leaped with excitement—was today’s luck truly meeting both his wealth and romantic fortune? Let her hold on then—he would prove his manly charm. Within three seconds, an even more astonishing event unfolded for Gao Liang—one that amazed him beyond words! For Zhang Yu Ping had suddenly pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Gao Liang’s lips. He hadn’t expected his very first kiss to be stolen by another—was he now both delighted and concerned? Could he possibly speak about this? If he did, wouldn't it seem ridiculous—on such an evening, meeting a drinking woman at home who kissed him unexpectedly? Wasn’t that just the height of romantic longing? What was going on here? But after some reflection, Gao Liang felt more joyful: Seeing Zhang Yu Ping’s beauty, I can accept this with a gentle smile. Let her kiss me—after all, it’s not a loss for senior stalwart either! With this thought, his heart grew light and at ease. Being kissed by a woman was proof of today's exceptional fortune. Yet, even though he felt fortunate, Zhang Yu Ping now appeared utterly dazed from drinking. What should he do? The school dormitory was not convenient to reach just yet—nor did the city buses run after this hour. What could he do? The brightly lit "Moonlight Tower" hotel caught his attention. So Gao Liang carried the still-very-drowsy Zhang Yu Ping toward it. For the sake of the beautiful woman, Gao Liang held firm and paid for identification and 50-Yuan Notes at the desk. Then he gently lifted Zhang Yu Ping into Room 206. As he carefully placed her down on the bed, Zhang Yu Ping suddenly vomited—her body trembling as she did so, leaving Gao Liang feeling chilled from head to toe. She kept murmuring, "So hot! So hot!" and then removed her outerwear. This made Gao Liang’s heart race with anticipation. How perfect! If his memory served him right, Zhang Yu Ping’s undergarment was a D-Cup—quite substantial! Her figure was well-proportioned, with fair skin glowing softly beneath red undertones. Her abdomen was flat and her height was standard 165 cm. Her three measurements were also perfectly balanced: waist 90 cm, hip 60 cm, and hip 90 cm—the ideal standards of a Beauty Model. It was no wonder that Zhang Yu Ping had captured the hearts of every boy at Hanhai No.1 Middle School—not only because she was stunningly beautiful, but especially because of her poised demeanor—she remained cold as ice toward many suitors. To some wealthy students, such elegant reserve truly conveyed true taste! When Gao Liang saw that Zhang Yu Ping had now removed just her underwear and underpants, his eyes widened in wonder—and the part beneath was already fully expanded and elevated. "Ah! Hmm!" Zhang Yu Ping responded when gently touched by Gao Liang’s hand—her body stirred as if awakened slightly. Gao Liang wished to break through this barrier—but noticed that Zhang Yu Ping firmly held onto her own "territory." Gao Liang tried again, but heard Zhang Yu Ping call out, "Water! Water! I need water!" Against his will, Gao Liang fetched the glass of water and offered it. After drinking deeply, she lay down and fell into a deep sleep. Watching Zhang Yu Ping’s peaceful sleeping face was truly moving—her lips curved in a gentle smile. This kind of expression had never been seen before by Gao Liang. Though he found himself eager to act on impulse, seeing this serene smile made him realize he should not disturb her. Perhaps she had experienced some emotional stress or mental pressure that caused her to collapse under the influence of alcohol.