Everything has unexpected surprises. The beauty of throwing techniques lies in quickly taking down an opponent. Zhou You rarely gets into fights with men. But he gets into fights with women quite often. When practicing Sanda, it’s hard to use those techniques on them. But throwing techniques are a different story! Lately, Yin Na and Kyoka have been suffering a lot. They simply can’t get up. Both body and mind are under double torment! “Teacher Zhou, I really can’t take it anymore. Can you let me up?” Yin Na was pinned at the bottom. “Yeah, Teacher Zhou, we’ll do whatever you say, but this is unbearable!” Kyoka was in the middle, with someone above and someone below. “It’s fine, Teacher Zhou, I actually like this!” A Zhen was the happiest, lying on top! What was this called? A human pyramid? “Don’t rush. For the sake of improving my skills, bear with it a little longer.” Zhou You, in his quest to refine his technique, stopped at nothing—he could be called a martial arts fanatic. “But Teacher Zhou, your matches are all one-on-one! Practicing like this with us won’t help at all!” A Zhen wasn’t falling for Zhou You’s nonsense! Zhou You retorted angrily, pulled her up, then threw her to the ground in a hold: “I’m actively increasing the difficulty for myself, applying self-pressure. Do you understand?” What a guy, twisting black into white, twisting black into white! Interesting, fun! Who would’ve thought wrestling could be used like this? But Yin Na was the happiest. She loved martial arts anyway, and now Zhou You was blending teaching with fun—what more could she ask for? When the other two were out of fighting shape, Yin Na had to carry the load alone! So interest really is the best teacher. Lately, Zhou You had improved rapidly. Holding throws, clinch throws, leg-hook throws—with each pull, he destabilized the opponent’s center of gravity. Bate’er was also amazed by Zhou You’s talent and curiously asked him for his secret. But could he tell? Of course not! He summed it up in one phrase: born gifted. Just as Zhou You was having the time of his life, Deng Chao called: “Boss Zhou, do you have time lately to visit the set?” “I’ve got some things on my hands right now, can’t say for sure. You keep filming, and I’ll drop by when I’m free.” Zhou You didn’t really want to go. It wasn’t his first time investing in a movie—nothing exciting about it anymore. He’d gotten past that initial curiosity. After Zhou You expressed his stance, Deng Chao didn’t push it. They chatted a bit more, then hung up. But not long after, Shi Wenxiu called: “Brother You, Director Deng asked me to call you and invite you to check out the set.” Shi Wenxiu came straight out and said Deng Chao had asked her to reach out again. “Yeah, I know. He just called me, and I told him. What’s it about? Is the funding short?” Zhou You was puzzled. Normally, saying it once should be enough—why the repeated requests? Shi Wenxiu couldn’t help but laugh when she heard that: “Brother You, it’s mainly because you’re so hot right now. Everyone wants to soak up your luck. Director Deng’s a first-time director and feels insecure!” Zhou You… A silent curse in his head: I’ve become a mascot?! “But, Brother You, there’s another reason—I’m guessing, so take it with a grain of salt.” Shi Wenxiu added, spilling everything she knew: “Yang Mi is in this movie too, one of the leads. It seems she asked Director Deng to find you, but I don’t know the specifics.” That piqued Zhou You’s interest. Yang Mi—who didn’t know her? She popped up in TV shows and novels everywhere, later becoming a go-to heroine in Qidian stories, so busy she couldn’t clone herself. Dubbed the busiest heroine on Qidian, rivaling the Celestial Maiden as one of the two top female leads. Without her, hardly anyone read those stories. “Alright, with that said, I have a rough idea. I’ll find time in the next couple of days to go.” Zhou You replied, with a hint of excitement. If he could only look but not touch, who’d bother going? Shi Wenxiu hung up and couldn’t help but grumble—he’d caught the scent. Men, all of them, were cats with a taste for fish. On Deng Chao’s end, he was explaining to Yang Mi: “I called and asked Shi Wenxiu to invite him too. The rest is up to Zhou You. Hey, why are you putting so much pressure on yourself?” Yang Mi, whether from the exhaustion of filming or the stress, forced a smile: “Thanks, Brother Chao. I acted on impulse, and now it’s too late to back out. I just have to grit my teeth and push through.” Everyone has their own path. Deng Chao didn’t say much more. Besides, the entertainment industry was a filthy cesspool. Especially since it was still lowbrow, put on display for others to see. Other circles were dirty too, but outsiders couldn’t see it. Only occasional scraps leaked out for the public to gawk at, then vanished into the crowd. Unlike the entertainment industry, where almost everyone had a scandal. Yin Na was finally leaving. Though reluctant, she had no choice—her roots weren’t here. At the farewell, they hugged. Zhou You was fine; they’d meet again anyway. Kyoka and A Zhen were the saddest, crying together as they parted. Once a trio united in struggle, now scattered. How much more would the other two have to endure? It was like eating spicy food—addictive. Pleasure in the moment, pain afterward. But after a while, the craving hit, and they couldn’t resist. A constant back-and-forth. Though Zhou You’s relationship with Yin Na and the others was purely professional, with no personal interests involved—just his charisma— he still had to give farewell gifts. He didn’t know what else to give. All he knew was that bags cured everything. Before she left, he gave Yin Na several bags: suitcases, crossbody bags, backpacks, wallets, handbags—the whole set. Kyoka and A Zhen hadn’t left yet, but he couldn’t play favorites. They got the same, just different brands, all high-end. Total cost nearly a million. It was a keepsake, so when they thought of Zhou You, they’d look at the bags. Too bad other things couldn’t be described. Yin Na boarded the plane. Direct flight to Moscow. On the plane, she reflected on her two years as a foreign teacher. She’d experienced a lot, especially after meeting Zhou You. Life had been so fulfilling, every day so full. How would she get by after going back? She wondered if Zhou You would miss her. Probably forget her, given all the butterflies around him. Zhou You wouldn’t forget—she was his first foreign teacher. But right now, Zhou You was also on a plane, heading to visit the set. Li Houliang had wanted to come along, but Zhou You decided against it. There was nothing to worry about—the set was in Beijing. But Li Houliang insisted. In the end, Zhou You only brought Xiao Si. Since the last incident, Xiao Si had undergone a complete transformation. His skills might not be top-notch, but his loyalty had improved.