My sister never calls me brother.

"What are you doing here?" Sun Qi asked.

"Huh!?" Zhou Han feigned surprise. "What a coincidence that you're here."

"Ha, poor acting skills," Sun Qi said with a sneer.

"Ah...it's nothing, I was just taking a walk to clear my head," Zhou Han replied perfunctorily.

"Hmph! Taking a break? It's not time for school to end yet, is it?" Sun Qi snorted coldly, guessing, "Skipping class? Skipping school? Taking leave? Suspended from school?"

Sun Qi probed one by one, and when she mentioned "suspending school," she noticed that Zhou Han's expression was not quite natural.

"Hahaha, so he really is suspended from school. He was acting like he was going to study hard before..." Sun Qi looked Zhou Han up and down and said, "But now he's fallen into this miserable state."

Sun Qi felt a little smug, and he was quite pleased to see the person who had just denied him doing so poorly.

This fact proves that the path he chose was correct.

Seeing Sun Qi's smug look, Zhou Han felt a surge of anger and said sharply, "Who do you think is to blame for this situation?!"

Sun Qi frowned, somewhat annoyed; it had been a long time since anyone had dared to yell at him like that.

"Is it my fault!? Huh!?" Zhou Han pointed to himself.

Zhou Han felt a little resentful towards Sun Qi. If it weren't for him leading his men to cause trouble at the school, would she have ended up in a situation where she couldn't even stay in the class today? And he still had the nerve to stand by and make sarcastic remarks.

"Haha, of course it's your fault. I told you long ago that you'd be the one who gets hurt in the end, and I'm the best example of that." Sun Qi said bluntly. He now felt that Zhou Han was all talk and no action, and that the scene of throwing the baton into the Qianlan River from the Zhongqing Bridge was just a show.

"What did you say? Blame me?" Zhou Han's face darkened, her anger rising. "If you hadn't been stirring up trouble, would my relationships with others in class have become so terrible?"

"What? Want to fight?" Sun Qi sneered and spat to the side. "Pah! Come on!"

"Tch!" Zhou Han raised his eyebrows, grabbed Sun Qi by the collar, and wanted to beat the bastard up on the spot to vent his anger.

"Oh, oh, oh~ Where did that determination go on the Zhongqing Bridge? It was just a show, wasn't it?" Sun Qi mocked Zhou Han, revealing a smug expression.

Sun Qi's words were like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing Zhou Han's burning anger and gradually calming him down.

Zhou Han knew he wasn't joking; he genuinely wanted to strive towards his goal.

But reality is harsh and difficult, and Zhou Han is not a god; he is just an ordinary person.

Since we are just ordinary people, sooner or later we will all be defeated by reality and utterly crushed.

Zhou Han released Sun Qi, turned around and looked at the towering buildings in the distance, and said in a deep voice, "Get out of here, I really don't want to see you."

Sun Qi was stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Han to calm down so suddenly. He straightened his collar, put his hands in his pockets, and let out a long breath.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere eased somewhat. Sun Qi did not leave, but kept his head down, deep in thought.

Not long after.

"Didn't I tell you? You're not suited for that place. Well, not that you're unsuitable, but you simply don't belong there. All that buddy games and stuff... it's completely out of your league," Sun Qi said calmly.

Zhou Han didn't answer him, as if she hadn't heard him.

“Jinteng Academy is not a place for you. You don’t fit in with those bookworms. It wasn’t your choice; it was arranged entirely by your father. The place that truly suits you is Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School, which is here.” Sun Qi paused, then said sincerely, “Only here will you have the opportunity to truly shine. No one will criticize you, and no one will dare to, because birds of a feather flock together. You and those people will never be able to get along.”

Chapter 120 An Olive Branch from Another School

Zhou Han's gaze into the distance flickered uncertainly.

"Never mind, I don't want to say much more. In short, just one sentence..." Sun Qi thought for a moment and said—

"This is the best place for you to live."

After Sun Qi finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, handed it to Zhou Han, and said, "This is the college application form. It was originally prepared for one of my followers, but I'll leave it to you now."

Zhou Han did not reach out to take it.

Sun Qi smirked and stuffed the application form for admission to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School into Zhou Han's collar.

“I’m only extending an olive branch to you because we have some history, so don’t take it lightly.” Sun Qi patted his chest and said, “I can’t say anything else, but I can say that once you come to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School, everything will go smoothly for you, everyone will bow and scrape before you, and you won’t have to endure this humiliation anymore.”

Zhou Han stood still, unresponsive, but what she was thinking remained a mystery.

Sun Qi didn't care, put his hands in his pockets, whistled, and left in a nonchalant manner.

After Sun Qi left, Zhou Han took down the application form for admission to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School.

A dense array of personal information appeared before his eyes.

Zhou Han stared blankly at the application form, somewhat lost in thought.

Elizabeth suddenly spoke in Zhou Han's mind.

"Has it really come to the point where transferring schools is the only way to resolve the current situation?"

"I don't know," Zhou Han replied.

"Are you planning to accept Sun Qi's proposal?" Elizabeth asked.

"I don't know." Zhou Han still had no idea.

Elizabeth saw that Zhou Han was in a daze and stopped asking, because no matter what she asked now, the answer would probably be "I don't know".

Zhou Han's mind was like a blank sheet of paper, with no dark thoughts appearing on it.

The wind gently blew his stray hairs.

Zhou Han stared blankly at the dark, towering buildings.

It was as if a giant was looking down at him, towering over him with unparalleled majesty.

With two "buzzing" sounds, the streetlights suddenly turned on.

Under the dim light, Zhou Han's figure appeared somewhat thin, like a kite with a broken string fluttering in the wind.

His gaze was somewhat empty and lifeless.

In an instant, I became indifferent to many things.

Like a sardine without dreams, stranded on the beach, it doesn't even qualify to be canned.

No matter how much it struggled, it was to no avail.

All that awaits it is death, slowly crawling towards it under the intense sunlight.

Zhou Han forced a smile and said, "Perhaps it's true what Sun Qi said—"

"Birds of a feather flock together; things that are too dazzling—"

"It's not suitable for me."

He put the application form for admission to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School into his pocket.

Weaving through the endless stream of pedestrians.

Hidden from the bustling city.

When Zhou Han got home, it was already late.

Airi Miyazaki was barefoot on the sofa, watching TV with the remote control.

On the table is the cooked rice, covered with a lid to keep it warm.

"Where have you been?" Airi Miyazaki asked bluntly.

"Just want to clear my head," Zhou Han replied.

Miyazaki Airi glanced at Zhou Han but didn't notice anything unusual, which made her feel a little strange.

Normally, any emotion is easily visible on his face, but today, despite being punished at a critical time, he acts as if nothing happened.

It gave Miyazaki Airi a sense of calm before the storm.

"Are you alright?" Miyazaki Airi asked, looking into Zhou Han's eyes.

She really wanted to tell Zhou Han about the progress of the plan, but Lin Nianwei had told her not to let him know, so she had to hold back.

"It's nothing." Zhou Han paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"Is that so..." Miyazaki Airi withdrew her gaze and continued watching TV, muttering to herself—

"That's good."

Noon the next day.

Lunch break.

Many people come to the playground to exercise after lunch.

Many of the boys in Class 3, Grade 2 were playing on the basketball court.

Although I didn't play very well and my athletic ability is poor, I put in extra effort today.

Because there were two girls watching from the sidelines today, their beautiful figures easily attracted everyone's attention.

Airi Miyazaki and Lilith stood together. They weren't there to watch basketball; they were there to see how Fang Yong was doing with step two of his plan.

To put it simply, it's about supervision.

Lilith disliked basketball and appeared somewhat bored with it, her expression blank.

She glanced at Miyazaki Airi beside her, shook her ahoge (cowlick), snuggled up to her, and hugged her tightly. "Miyazaki-senpai, do you love me? If you love me, hug me."

Miyazaki Airi's face fell. She pushed Lilith's face away and said dismissively, "**Airi, I beg you to behave yourself."

Lilith was like a piece of plaster, clinging tightly to Miyazaki Airi, impossible to push away.

Miyazaki Airi sighed. She decided to ignore her; after all, she couldn't stay idle anyway.

Lilith, looking smug, bared her fangs and leaned all her weight on Miyazaki Airi, perfectly mimicking a koala.

"Miyazaki-senpai, those boys in your class are obviously terrible at basketball, so why do they still play?" Lilith asked curiously.

"Hmm..." Miyazaki Airi thought for a moment and said, "I guess I think I'm kind of cool?"

"So that's how it is..." Lilith's eyes lit up, and she grinned, revealing her fangs. "Don't they know that this kind of thing is all about looks?"

"What do you mean?" Miyazaki Airi looked down at Lilith.

“Handsome guys look handsome even when they're playing shuttlecock; while ugly guys look like they're poking at shit when they're playing billiards, pfft pfft pfft~” Lilith laughed heartily.

I wonder what those boys playing basketball would think if they heard what Lilith said?

Airi Miyazaki was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

The world is different in everyone's eyes. There is a big difference between how you see yourself and how others see you.