My sister never calls me brother.

Liu Yue opened her mouth but couldn't speak. What Feng Jiarui said was indeed very reasonable. The two were at different levels of the conversation, so it was inevitable that they would be speechless.

"We who are being beaten are thick-skinned; it doesn't matter if our collective honor is trampled on. What we're afraid of are certain people," Feng Jiarui said sarcastically, pressing her advantage. "Making sarcastic remarks at a time like this!"

Liu Yue's face turned pale and then red as she was mocked by Feng Jiarui; she was very angry.

"The whole school is watching Class 2-3 right now. It's not just one person who's embarrassed, it's..." Feng Jiarui paused, scanned everyone with her eyes, and feigning confidence, loudly proclaimed, "It's the entire class who's embarrassed!!!"

The whole class fell silent, completely still, because in these extraordinary times, such a speech could easily move others.

Gu Bai paused for a moment, then clapped, breaking the silence.

Then came a chorus of agreement, praise, and applause that lasted for a long time.

Liu Yue sat down angrily, her face flushed. She never expected that she would end up playing the villain and becoming a stepping stone for Feng Jiarui.

Feng Jiarui smiled broadly, her face beaming, basking in the praise and applause, a smug look on her face.

His method was extremely simple: he turned a small matter into a big one, elevating the entire brawl to the level of collective honor.

Even if the incident was entirely caused by Feng Jiarui and a small group of people, under the golden banner of collective honor, who would dare to say "no"?

Feng Jiarui felt that this was the first time he had been so successful in front of everyone, and he was so proud of himself that he wanted to savor the feeling.

He didn't realize that making everyone aware of collective honor was an inevitable trend.

When things develop to this stage, the increased external pressure on the class will also strengthen the cohesion within the class; the two are directly proportional.

Therefore, the emergence of a sense of collective honor is not a possibility, but an inevitable result.

All of these things were part of the Seigaku Agency's plan, and Feng Jiarui was actually indirectly and severely exploited by them.

Of course, Feng Jiarui may never know these secrets, and that she herself has been used as a tool by others.

Miyazaki Airi rested her chin on her hand, watching Feng Jiarui's smug expression, and almost laughed.

She recalled Lin Nianwei's fourth step plan that she had mentioned in the club—

In the club activity room of the Seigaku Office, everyone had already listened to the first three steps.

After Lin Nianwei finished writing the fourth step, she held up the white paper to show everyone.

"The fourth step is to inspire a sense of collective honor."

"Why do you do this?" Miyazaki Airi asked, bewildered.

"If the first three steps go smoothly, then disagreements will arise within the class. At this point, it's necessary to inspire their sense of collective honor and unite them," Lin Nianwei explained.

"It sounds easy, but how do I do it? Do I have to explain it to everyone one by one?" Miyazaki Airi asked excitedly.

"No need, we just need to wait and see. When external pressure reaches a certain level, unity is an inevitable trend, as can be easily seen from the evolution of history," Lin Nianwei said calmly.

"Then Zhou Han's interpersonal relationships will improve, right?" Miyazaki Airi asked excitedly, unable to contain her optimism.

"No," Lin Nianwei said immediately.

"Huh!? Why not? Aren't we all united already?" Miyazaki Airi was a little confused.

"This is the last step we need to do, which is step five..."

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At a time when everyone was in high spirits, Miyazaki Airi rarely showed a slight smile.

After all, the plan seemed to be more than halfway to success.

We were just one step away from everything returning to normal.

That's what she thought.

He thought so too.

However, the actions taken...

They have long since gone astray.

Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School —

Zhou Han took a taxi to get here.

This was his first time visiting a school known for its bad atmosphere.

It wasn't the scene I imagined. Graffiti covered the floor, the windows leaked air and rain, and the teaching building was old and dilapidated.

The actual scene was that the surroundings were clean, the window glass was clean, and the teaching building was new, as if it had just been built recently.

Although the conditions at the school gate looked much worse than those at Jin Teng Academy, it wasn't as dirty and chaotic as I had imagined.

The eerie black iron school gate left a deep impression on Zhou Han; it looked like a concentration camp from World War II, with barbed wire tied to it.

Zhou Han didn't know that this course was mainly used to scare the new students, to tell them—

Don't think that coming to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School means you can do whatever you want. If the school wants to discipline you, it's not impossible.

After studying at Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School for a year, I realized that all of this was a hoax. As long as you don't damage public property, the teachers won't care about you; they only care about getting their monthly salaries.

This is why the Eighth Middle School of the Central Youth League looks quite good on the outside.

"Is this the No. 8 Middle School of China Youth University?" Zhou Han looked at the school gate, and the huge contrast between his imagination and reality made him somewhat unable to accept it.

From the loudspeaker in front of the distant convenience store, deafening heavy metal rock music blared.

Several boys around Zhou Han's age gathered together, smoking cheap cigarettes, wearing the red school uniforms of Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School, which were decorated with colorful drawings.

And their flamboyant hairstyles, to put it nicely, are called non-mainstream; to put it bluntly, they're just plain tacky. They also wear strange metal ornaments, some of which have faded.

They laughed lewdly, casually spewing profanities.

This group believes that this is a way to vent the repression of adolescence, release themselves, and express their true feelings.

Zhou Han glanced at them and thought to herself, "This group of people is quite in line with my imagination."

The students at Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School are rather exclusive, and they were naturally quite wary of Zhou Han, a complete stranger.

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Furthermore, Zhou Han even dared to look at them, which, according to the students, was contempt.

"What are you looking at?! Are you looking for death?!" Some busybodies cursed without thinking.

Zhou Han paused for a moment, then turned to look at the group of people. He had originally intended to go up and teach them a lesson.

But upon closer reflection, it's unnecessary. If a dog bites you, biting back would be too undignified.

Zhou Han gave them a cold glance, her gaze icy, as if to warn them not to mess with her, or they would regret it.

His approach was very effective at Jinteng Academy, but it was useless at Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School, where bad habits were rampant; everyone only respected force.

"Hey~" The student in the lead chuckled and said to his companion, "This guy's pretty arrogant. Let's go have a go at him!"

The students from Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School threw away their cigarette butts and walked aggressively towards Zhou Han, surrounding him in the middle.

The student in the lead circled Zhou Han, looking him up and down, and said, "Never seen you before~ Which school are you from?"

Zhou Han ignored him and simply smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" The lead student leaned closer, trying to put pressure on Zhou Han. "Say something!"

Zhou Han found it increasingly amusing; with so few people, teaching them a lesson was far too easy.

"I'm fucking asking you a question!" The student in the lead grabbed Zhou Han by the collar.

Zhou Han was stunned. Although she was prepared for the atmosphere at Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School, she still didn't expect this group of people to be so combative.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her younger sister and mother, no one had ever dared to make such a provocative gesture towards Zhou Han.

Zhou Han was no pushover either. He quickly grabbed the lead student's fingers and snapped them with a "crack" sound.

"Ahhh!!!" The leading student released Zhou Han as if he had been electrocuted, letting out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching his fingers, and glaring at Zhou Han with red eyes.

Zhou Han straightened her collar without even glancing at him.

"Cripple him!!!" The leading student trembled with rage. He had never seen anyone so arrogant in front of the No. 8 Middle School of China Youth University.

The group from Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School exchanged glances, then swearing and swarmed forward.

Zhou Han remained calm, and teaching these bastards a lesson was a piece of cake.

He moved with lightning speed, delivering a powerful slap to the face of the nearest person!

The person spun around and fell to the ground, unable to get up. He felt his face go numb, his head was spinning, and his consciousness was swirling.

No one hesitated.

Zhou Han frowned, took a step to the side, raised his arm, and suddenly elbowed someone coming from behind him in the face.

The next second, blood gushed out of his nose like a spring. He knelt on the ground, trembling, covering his face with muffled sobs. All he could think about was the pain.

This time, everyone stopped in their tracks, finally becoming somewhat afraid.

Because Zhou Han was ruthless and decisive, always aiming for the face, she was extremely vicious.

Zhou Han licked his lips. Seeing that the students from Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School were scared, he realized that this was enough.

The scene was very strange.

The students from Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School didn't want to suffer a loss and let Zhou Han leave, but many of them were hesitant to confront her because of her ruthlessness.

The situation is at a stalemate.

Xie Peng walked out of the school gate with his hands in his pockets and whistling. His nose, which Zhou Han had hit with his head on last time, had only recently healed.

He had just stepped out of the school gate when he saw five or six people surrounding Zhou Han, and he was stunned.

Xie Peng knew that Zhou Han and Sun Qi were good friends ever since he caused trouble with Sun Qi at the Jin Teng College gymnasium.

Furthermore, Zhou Han's crazy spirit left a deep impression on Xie Peng at the time. She was daring and willing to fight, much better than those who watched coldly from the sidelines.

Xie Peng's impression was that this young man must be a man of strong character!

Although he was injured by Zhou Han, he still admired Zhou Han's courage.

Even when faced with so many of Sun Qi's armed henchmen, Zhou Han still dared to stand up.

This alone made Xie Peng very impressed, because in all his years at the Eighth Middle School of the Central Youth League, people like Zhou Han were national treasures, there were very few of them.

Xie Peng once thought that if someone like Zhou Han were at the Eighth Middle School of the Central Youth League, he would definitely want to befriend him.

I never expected to see him at the school gate today.