My sister never calls me brother.

Application form for admission to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School.

He appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was completely at a loss.

The scales at the very center of the crossroads have long since lost their balance. Should we go left or right, or... towards the dark and uncertain road ahead?

Zhou Han has been staring at the application form all day, without even eating.

No matter how much Elizabeth bothered him, it was to no avail.

Like Pinocchio who has lost his soul, he has to go through all sorts of difficulties to become a real boy.

Perhaps he really will abandon everything, transfer to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School, and become a person who speaks irresponsibly.

Zhou Han despised this kind of person the most, but—

Everyone gradually becomes the kind of person they once hated.

This is not an exaggeration, but something that everyone experiences, though many people don't realize it in the subtle way it happens.

How long can that burning passion of the past continue to burn?

early morning.

Jinteng Academy.

The warm sunlight shone on the wisteria tree, whose leaves had already withered.

What the school was once so proud of has long since disappeared.

Only the black granite stele in front of the wisteria grove remains unchanged.

The stone tablet is inscribed with Li Bai's five-character quatrain in golden regular script.

Wisteria hangs from the cloud-reaching tree, its blossoms thriving in the warm spring.

Dense foliage conceals singing birds, and fragrant breezes linger with beautiful women.

Its antique charm makes it irresistible to take a second look.

In the season when the wisteria flowers wither, all that can be done is to use a large stone tablet to maintain appearances.

The students of Jinteng School walked past the stone tablet in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.

They were discussing with great interest the group fight that had happened yesterday.

However, no one delved into the cause of the incident; the focus of the discussion was entirely on how chaotic the scene was yesterday and how fierce Class 2-7 was.

Those who were at the scene yesterday were all excitedly recounting the events, but the accounts were distorted and gradually became demonized, deviating from the actual situation.

The most incomprehensible version is—

Fang Yong from Class 7 and Gu Bai from Class 3 are not on good terms.

Of course, it's unknown who said this version.

After the incident, the news department and the student union were the busiest.

The campus newspapers that no one used to read were snapped up.

Wang Linlin was so happy that she didn't want to leave. She didn't expect to get a reward so quickly. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation since she became the head of the news department.

The reason is nothing more than that eye-catching headline—

"Yesterday's brawl on the sports field saw Class 7 completely overwhelm Class 3!"

The biased headline instantly piqued everyone's interest, pushing the matter to the forefront of public opinion.

The vast majority of people were just watching the spectacle, and these people were easily swayed by the headlines.

They were all talking behind their backs about how many weaklings were in Class 3, and this rumor spread like wildfire throughout the school.

In order to cover up the truth, Wang Linlin focused on the cause of the incident in the content, attributing it all to a dispute over a basketball court.

The influence of the news department is steadily increasing, attracting a lot of attention and greatly benefiting this well-known but weak club.

Wang Linlin has another concern: the student council's involvement in the investigation.

She wrote such inflammatory news; the student council will definitely issue a warning.

Wang Linlin hasn't figured out how to respond to this yet.

Class 2-3

The atmosphere was different from usual.

A tense atmosphere filled the classroom.

After reading the report, Feng Jiarui slammed the campus newspaper on the ground and shouted angrily—

"What's the relationship between the News Department and Class 7?! What do you mean by 'completely powerless'?! We dealt them a heavy blow, didn't we?!"

Feng Jiarui spoke with great confidence, but her bruised dark circles under her eyes were hardly convincing.

Because Feng Jiarui was pushed out yesterday and became the scapegoat, she was beaten the most when the chaos started, and also received a demerit.

He felt quite aggrieved, completely unaware of what was going on. In the past, no one had ever come to contest the court, but yesterday, the people from Class 7 acted as if they had taken the wrong medicine, throwing punches without thinking twice.

"Forget it! Forget it! Don't be angry." Gu Bai patted Feng Jiarui's shoulder and comforted her.

"No! We should fight back, otherwise the second graders will all think our class is easy to bully!" Feng Jiarui wanted to stir up the emotions of those around her, showcasing her tough style, and her words were meant to get the class involved.

Feng Jiarui dared to say that only because Gu Bai was there; with him there, a fight was definitely not going to break out.

As the class monitor, Gu Bai has a responsibility to suppress the hostile sentiments in the class. If the situation worsens, it would be a dereliction of duty on his part.

So Feng Jiarui quickly seized this opportunity to salvage the face she lost yesterday and elevate her image.

Chapter 123 Student Council Actions

"Yes! We should make Class Seven suffer a bit."

"If we don't retaliate, they'll think we're afraid!"

"That's right! We need to fight back now!"

Many people chimed in, and now it seems like a passionate and united group, full of hot-blooded youths, but back then they were cowards.

This group of people just saw an opportunity to save face and quickly seized it.

They would never admit that they were truly unilaterally suppressed by Class 7. They believed that a back-and-forth battle was what made the event exciting, allowing them to boast a bit and salvage some of their humble vanity.

In fact, many people in the school saw that Class 3, led by Feng Jiarui, was indeed completely outmatched by Class 7 at the time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they had no chance to fight back.

Most of those who echoed were the people who had been beaten yesterday. The students who hadn't participated watched them quietly, some even wanting to laugh.

Because Feng Jiarui is not usually very likable, if it weren't for the fact that he and Gu Bai seem to have a good relationship, someone would probably have already jumped up and cursed him.

Yesterday, when people saw Feng Jiarui return from the infirmary with a bruised and swollen face, many of them were secretly gloating.

Seeing the boys' high spirits, Gu Bai spoke up gently, "Alright, alright, calm down. The school has already resolved this matter, so let's not create any more trouble."

"We're the ones who got the short end of the stick!" Feng Jiarui exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "We should get our revenge, otherwise... what will our classmates think of us? Will they think we're pushovers?"

When Feng Jiarui talked about her classmates, she deliberately paused, as if she was saying it so that the rest of the class could hear.

The people around them started talking again, threatening to massacre Class 7 in their sleep.

They sang in unison, like a duo performing a comedy act.

Gu Bai sighed and said, "What good will it do if you go? You'll just get another punishment. This whole thing will never end. I advise everyone to calm down and not be petty like petty people."

"Gu Bai, you're such a softie!" Feng Jiarui raised her voice and said loudly, "Since Gu Bai has said so, let's just let it go! After all, we're not petty people; we should be magnanimous..."

Gu Bai has already given us a way out, so why wouldn't we accept it?

Feng Jiarui went to great lengths just to convey one message—

I have a lot of pride and want to get revenge for yesterday, but Gu Bai won't let me, so there's nothing I can do.

Just as everyone was praising Gu Bai for making sense, Wang Qianqian walked in carrying a shoulder bag.

"Good morning, Gu Bai~" She only greeted Gu Bai, ignoring everyone else.

"Good morning," Gu Bai replied simply.

Wang Qianqian's almond-shaped eyes swept over the crowd, somewhat puzzled, and she asked, "Why are you all gathered here?"

"We want to settle accounts with those bastards in Class 7!" Feng Jiarui said with great conviction.

"Oh," Wang Qianqian replied casually, then changed the subject, "Then go ahead."

“I…” Feng Jiarui stammered, then brought up Gu Bai and said awkwardly, “I would like to go, but Gu Bai doesn’t agree.”

"Oh~" Wang Qianqian curled the corners of her mouth, her expression meaningful.

Feng Jiarui scratched his head awkwardly; Wang Qianqian could easily see through his little tricks at a glance.

Even if these people talk a big game, when it comes to actually settling accounts, it would be good if there were more than five of them. After all, the difference in strength is obvious, and nobody is a fool.

Wang Qianqian didn't expose him, but turned to Gu Bai and asked worriedly, "Your homeroom teacher talked to you yesterday, did she give you a hard time?"

"Ah..." Gu Baiqiang smiled and said, "No, I just wanted to find out if anyone in our class has any grudges against Class 7."

"Really...?" Wang Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'm relieved."

Feng Jiarui looked at the two of them with an unnatural expression and said sarcastically, "Ah~ I was injured yesterday too, why isn't anyone worried about me?"

"Who's speaking?" Wang Qianqian pretended not to hear and waved her hand in her ear. "The signal is bad, I can't hear you!"

"Uh..." Feng Jiarui pouted, not very happy.

afternoon--

Club activity time.

Wang Linlin from the news department was leaning back in her chair, looking at the camera in her hand.

Around noon today, she captured some juicy footage on the basketball court.

A few students from Class 3 were playing basketball when they were all scared away by a shout from Class 7: "Get out! This is our territory!"

So she planned to add fuel to the fire and further escalate the conflict.

She's even thought of tomorrow's title: —

Yesterday, Class 3 was once again terrified by Class 7.

Wang Linlin knew that the phrase "running away in a panic" was unpleasant, but since she was going to show favoritism, she decided not to be subtle about it.