My sister never calls me brother.

Zhou Han was planning to leave because it was almost time for Jin Teng Academy to let out, and Miyazaki Airi was also going home.

His purpose in coming here was simply to take a look, because he had indeed considered transferring schools.

Just as I was about to turn around—

"Stop!" Xie Peng shouted as he ran over.

Zhou Han paused, feeling that the face looked familiar, but couldn't place it.

"What are you doing?!" Xie Peng asked in a questioning tone, his expression not very pleasant.

"Brother Peng! This bastard's here to cause trouble!"

The student who had been leading the group saw Xie Peng arrive, quickly clutching his finger and wincing in pain as he approached.

"What do you mean 'picking a fight'? I think you're the ones picking a fight!" Xie Peng raised his fist and punched the leader hard.

"Huh!?" The student in the lead covered his head, looking incredulous, unable to understand why Xie Peng would side with outsiders.

"This is Sun Qi's friend, apologize immediately!" Xie Peng said sternly.

The student in the lead, seeing that Xie Peng didn't seem to be joking, sulked and muttered, "I'm sorry."

"Say sorry to Brother Han!" Xie Peng smacked him hard again.

"Tsk!" The student in the lead clicked his tongue, covered his head, and said reluctantly, "Brother Han, I'm sorry."

He didn't seem convinced, but because he was wary of Sun Qi, he had to keep his grievances to himself.

Because Sun Qi was very famous at the Eighth Middle School of China Youth University, no one dared to provoke him.

Zhou Han remained expressionless in the face of the apology.

"Get lost! Don't cause trouble!" Xie Peng snapped irritably.

The group of people surrounding Zhou Han left angrily, their faces not looking too good.

Watching the group walk away, Xie Peng chuckled awkwardly and said, "Your name is Zhou Han, right? My name is Xie Peng! Nice to meet you!"

Xie Peng extended his hand, as if to shake hands politely.

"Huh? Xie Peng? I don't know him..." Zhou Han answered honestly.

Xie Peng's smile froze for a moment, and he withdrew his hand, saying, "I ambushed you at the Jinteng Academy Gymnasium."

To be honest, Xie Peng didn't really want to talk about what happened that day. He and Zhou Han weren't originally on opposing sides; he was just dragged there by Sun Qi.

Zhou Han thought about it carefully, and finally remembered. Her face turned ugly. "It was you! You hit me on the head with a stick!"

"Don't be angry! Don't be angry! This is called 'no fight, no friendship'." Xie Peng smiled awkwardly.

"Tch!" Zhou Han wasn't buying Xie Peng's act.

"What brings you to the Eighth Middle School of China Youth University today?" Xie Peng asked.

Chapter 127 The Pressure of the Student Council

"Just browsing," Zhou Han replied casually.

"What do you mean?" Xie Peng sensed something was amiss and pressed for an answer.

"Maybe I'll transfer schools," Zhou Han said honestly.

"Really!" Xie Peng was stunned, then beamed. "That's wonderful! From now on, we're all brothers..."

Zhou Han frowned. He found it annoying when people were too familiar with each other, including Fang Yong, who kept calling him "brother." Wasn't he ashamed?

"It's no fun looking here, let's go inside." Xie Peng gave a thumbs up and pointed to the No. 8 Middle School behind him.

"Huh!? Is that okay?" Zhou Han was stunned.

"No big deal!" Xie Peng patted his chest with a heart full of pride.

Seeing Xie Peng's enthusiasm, Zhou Han said nothing and followed him to the door.

"Uncle, bring someone from another school in to take a look," Xie Peng said to the gatekeeper.

"No way!" The gatekeeper wouldn't give him any face.

"Tsk!" Xie Peng clicked his tongue, feeling embarrassed and awkward, because Zhou Han was watching from behind.

Xie Peng silently took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and placed it on the gatekeeper's table through the window.

"Oh dear~ let him go in and take a look. He definitely won't cause any trouble. You never know when you'll run into him again." Xie Peng asked again, his tone mature and unassuming.

The gatekeeper glanced at the cigarettes on the table, then at Xie Peng, and waved without saying a word.

Xie Peng understood and waved to Zhou Han behind him, "Let's go, I'll show you around the school."

Zhou Han remained silent, following behind Xie Peng and watching his back, feeling that he was particularly mercenary.

Perhaps this is the general atmosphere of the school.

Xie Peng had studied at Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School for several years, repeating several grades, and knew the temperament of everyone in the school very well.

He seems to be quite at home here.

No one knows why he would rather repeat a grade than graduate.

Jinteng Academy —

Class 2-3

It was almost time to get out of school.

Gu Bai was sitting in his seat, overwhelmed by the brawl and having to write all sorts of reports.

He looked up at the time, sighed, and rubbed his forehead. It seemed he would have to deal with these troublesome things at home.

Suddenly, Lin Nianwei, who sat next to me, threw me a piece of paper with delicate handwriting on it.

Gu Bai's eyes widened, somewhat surprised.

Since becoming deskmates with Lin Nianwei, they have hardly spoken. When they greet each other in the morning, it's already quite good if Lin Nianwei nods.

Although Lin Nianwei was quiet and aloof, Gu Bai had a good impression of her because she was quiet and didn't bother him.

Faced with Lin Nianwei's initiative to communicate, Gu Bai was both surprised and puzzled. What could have forced her to change her previous behavior?

Gu Bai picked up the paper and looked at it. It read—

"I have a way to solve the current predicament in the class."

Gu Bai was surprised. He glanced at Lin Nianwei beside him, who seemed completely unaffected. He picked up his pen and replied.

Tell me about it.

The two began passing notes to each other frequently.

It was just ordinary communication.

But Wang Qianqian saw this as a completely different matter.

At this moment, she was so angry that her shoulders were trembling, believing that Lin Nianwei had brought her danger.

Wang Qianqian didn't have a good impression of Lin Nianwei to begin with.

Because she often heard people say that Gu Bai and Lin Nianwei were a good match.

This caused Wang Qianqian to develop a hostile and competitive attitude towards Lin Nianwei.

Now I see the two of them passing notes to each other.

Wang Qianqian instinctively felt that what was written on it was some kind of secret, shameful talk.

But he couldn't forcefully stop her, for fear of offending Gu Bai.

So she waited, and when the opportunity arose, she planned to teach Lin Nianwei a lesson.

After school—

Wang Linlin from the news department was preparing to slip away early.

She was certain that An Lan, the vice president of the student council, would come and cause her trouble.

If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?

Wang Linlin didn't want to be sanctioned by the student union at this crucial moment when the publication was about to complete its reforms.

Moreover, An Lan holds the financial power, and her most common method is to cut the club's funding.

If a small club loses its funding, it's practically no different from a defunct club.

Wang Linlin packed her things and left in a hurry.

As soon as she opened the door, her eyes widened in astonishment.

Because An Lan seemed to have foreseen the future, she stood quietly at the door, looking at Wang Linlin with a half-smile.

"What's the rush?" Anlan glanced at her watch and said, "Isn't it still before the club activity ends?"

Wang Linlin suppressed her surprise and gave an awkward smile. "Isn't this the vice president? What brings you here?"

"What wind? Of course, it's the unhealthy wind~" An Lan said meaningfully.

Wang Linlin's smile froze on her face.

"Don't rush off yet, let's talk." An Lan walked into the news department, turned her back, and closed the door.

The two sat facing each other across the desk.

Wang Linlin rubbed her forehead, thinking dejectedly, "What's meant to be will be."

An Lan threw the news department's publications from the past two days onto the table and demanded, "What's with these headlines?"

Wang Linlin glanced at it, feigning surprise, and covered her mouth, saying, "I really don't know. I've been busy these past few days and haven't been in the club. Maybe the members are just messing around? Or... I'll ask around for you tomorrow to see who did it?"

"And then you'll come up with another excuse to keep fooling me tomorrow?" An Lan leaned back in her chair, crossing her long legs. "You'd better stop playing games with me."

Wang Linlin looked at An Lan, shrugged, and continued to argue, "I'm just reporting the facts, there's nothing wrong with it."

“It’s true that it’s reporting the facts, but it lacks impartiality and violates the principles of journalism.” An Lan fiddled with her red hair a few times.

Wang Linlin did not refute.

"I've come to you today to ask you to stop these inflammatory news reports," An Lan stated her purpose.

“This…” Wang Linlin paused, “I’m afraid that won’t work.”