My sister never calls me brother.

Although I watch my favorite palace drama, I can't concentrate on it at all now. My mind is completely messed up by Zhou Han's plan to transfer schools.

Miyazaki Airi glanced at the application form for admission to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School on the coffee table, somewhat bewildered, thinking, "Where did this idiot go? Did he die out there?"

She started indulging in her outlandish fantasies again...

After a while, the sound of a key turning in the lock was heard.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Miyazaki Airi quickly sat up, put on a serious expression, and prepared to interrogate Zhou Han.

When Zhou Han entered, she didn't see the application form on the coffee table, but instead saw Miyazaki Airi's very serious face.

"What's wrong? Who made you angry again?" Zhou Han asked as she took off her shoes.

Miyazaki Airi didn't speak, but stared at Zhou Han very seriously, her eyes filled with a hint of anger.

Seeing that Miyazaki Airi was ignoring him and looking like a wronged child, Zhou Han wondered, "What's wrong? I haven't done anything to her lately..."

After thinking for a long time without coming up with a solution, he could only lower his head and walk quickly back to his room.

Zhou Han didn't want to cause any trouble. What if Miyazaki Airi was unreasonable?

Seeing Zhou Han leave for her room without saying a word, Miyazaki Airi was furious and shouted—

"return!"

When Zhou Han heard her call him, he stopped and shrugged helplessly. "Let me make this clear: I haven't provoked you recently, so don't bother me for no reason."

"I'm not going to cause you any trouble, I just want to ask you..." Miyazaki Airi held up the college application form on the coffee table, "What's going on here?"

Zhou Han stared wide-eyed at the college application form in Miyazaki Airi's hand.

He never expected that Miyazaki Airi would find out about this. He had originally planned not to tell anyone and to make the decision himself.

Zhou Han frowned, somewhat annoyed. She strode forward, snatched the application form back, and demanded, "Who let you into my room?! I didn't even bother to say anything to you the other day! Can't we give each other some privacy?!"

"Stop changing the subject!" Miyazaki Airi was also getting angry, pointing at the college application form in Zhou Han's hand, "I just want to know what's going on with this application form!?"

"It's none of your business," Zhou Han waved her hand.

"Does Uncle Zhou know you transferred schools?" Miyazaki Airi questioned, finding his behavior increasingly outrageous.

“This is my own business, and my dad has no right to interfere,” Zhou Han replied bluntly.

"I'm going to call Uncle Zhou right now and complain!" Miyazaki Airi stood up from the sofa.

"Go ahead! He's abroad, it'll take him time to come back. I could have finished the transfer procedures in that time already." Zhou Han had a "what's the use" attitude.

“You…” Miyazaki Airi frowned, her face turned pale, her teeth clenched, and her shoulders heaved with anger.

Miyazaki Airi originally wanted to have a good talk with Zhou Han, but she didn't expect Zhou Han to speak in a self-deprecating tone as soon as he opened his mouth.

She despised people like that the most, especially those around her. Everyone else had paved the way, and all they had to do was walk through it calmly. Yet Zhou Han actually wanted to run away.

According to Miyazaki Airi, Zhou Han nowadays has no manliness at all; he's a complete coward.

This was the first time Zhou Han had seen Miyazaki Airi so angry; it was quite different from how she had always seemed.

He thought he had been too blunt and wanted to ease the tension, "Um..."

But before she could finish speaking, Miyazaki Airi spoke first.

"Why do you want to transfer schools now?" Miyazaki Airi asked with a gloomy face, lowering her voice so as not to sound too angry.

"Is there even a need to ask?" Zhou Han turned her head away, her tone indifferent. "This class is no longer a good fit for me. What other option is there but to start over?"

Miyazaki Airi suddenly raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, and walked a few steps to Zhou Han, raising her hand.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

Airi Miyazaki slapped Zhou Han across the face, yelling, "Baka (idiot)!"

Zhou Han covered her slapped face, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

He never expected Miyazaki Airi to slap him. Not long ago, he was slapped by Liu Yue, which he thought he could understand.

However, Miyazaki Airi's slap left Zhou Han feeling bewildered and inexplicable.

Because she couldn't understand it, Zhou Han got angry and turned around to glare at Miyazaki Airi.

Although I don't plan to fight back, I'll definitely retaliate with insults.

"You!" Zhou Han was about to curse, but seeing her expression, he swallowed his words.

Miyazaki Airi looked up at Zhou Han, who was a head taller than her, her eyes still filled with anger, but tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes.

She cried? That arrogant and haughty Miyazaki Airi actually cried?

Zhou Han couldn't understand it. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he never dreamed that Miyazaki Airi also had her own vulnerable side.

For a moment, Zhou Han felt that her figure overlapped with his own in some ways, with similarities and differences.

Airi Miyazaki shared this thought, otherwise she wouldn't be so worried about Zhou Han.

Many people feel a sense of empathy when they see themselves reflected in others.

Airi Miyazaki lowered her head indifferently and said in a deep voice, "In the days you were gone, everyone was doing their best to make amends. Don't say anything discouraging about whether it's suitable or not. If our efforts don't pay off, aren't we even more pitiful than you?"

After saying that, Miyazaki Airi turned and walked away, but stopped halfway without looking back. "Everyone wants you to go to school tomorrow."

Airi Miyazaki left and returned to her room.

Zhou Han glanced at Miyazaki Airi's door and remained silent.

He slowly released his hands from his face and plopped heavily onto the sofa.

He stared blankly at the application form for admission to Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School in his hand.

My heart is sometimes calm and sometimes stormy.

Inside the room, Miyazaki Airi lay on her bed, burying her head in her pillow.

She kept muttering something, but you could vaguely hear it—

"バカ(idiot)!"

early morning.

Today is just an ordinary day for many people.

But for Zhou Han, it was not ordinary.

Today is the last day of Zhou Han's bet to leave the group.

The news department's publications remain popular, with many people eager to see if there are any new developments in the brawl incident.

Chapter 130 Strong Against Strong

Feng Jiarui, sitting in the classroom, stared in disbelief at today's headline—

"Class 3 and Class 7 will have a basketball game in the gymnasium this afternoon to determine the ownership of the outdoor court."

The title seems normal and fair, lacking the strong inflammatory tone of the previous two days, and not surprising at all. But the content of the article—

"This competition was designed to ease the tension between the two classes. The format adopted a 3V3 streetball style. Regarding this format, Fang Yong from Class 7 of Grade 2, who is also the well-known basketball club president, said in an interview: 'Class 3 couldn't find five people to participate in the competition, so we could only be modest and give them a chance...'"

The content had a sharply provocative tone, and it was unclear whether Fang Yong actually said those words.

However, most people believe it; they don't delve too deeply into whether the content is true or not, and many people will believe that the content is real.

"Aren't these guys from Class 7 a bit too arrogant?" Feng Jiarui looked at the report, feigning anger. "They actually look down on us! Who said we can't field five people?"

Those around him nodded in agreement, echoing each other and taking the opportunity to belittle the arrogant bunch from Class 7.

Of course, this is only in my own class; I wouldn't say it outside.

Ever since Feng Jiarui tasted success using the gimmick of collective honor yesterday, he now talks about the collective, the class, and the big family all the time.

Although it's an old-fashioned approach, it was quite effective during a time of internal and external troubles.

Even though Gu Bai wasn't present, there were still quite a few people surrounding Feng Jiarui, which made him feel a little smug.

Just as he was about to continue with some impassioned words, he noticed that everyone around him was looking towards the door. It turned out that Gu Bai had arrived.

"Everyone, please return to your seats. I have something to say first." Gu Bai clapped his hands, mimicking his homeroom teacher.

Everyone tends to listen to the class monitor, Gu Bai. As the vice class monitor, Miyazaki Airi basically doesn't care about anything. If she were to go up there, many boys might take the opportunity to flirt with her.

"Has everyone heard about the match against Class 7 this afternoon?" Gu Bai asked.

The students nodded in response.

"I was the one who asked Class Seven to do this," Gu Bai said, uttering a startling statement.

The students began whispering and discussing among themselves, all expressing their incomprehension of Gu Bai's actions.

"Gu Bai, didn't you want things to get worse? Why did you deliberately provoke Class Seven?" Feng Jiarui frowned and asked from below.

"Because of the collective honor of our class," Gu Bai said calmly. Seeing everyone's furrowed brows, he continued, "If things continue like this, our class will become the laughingstock of the entire school, the subject of gossip after meals. The worst part is that in all kinds of school activities, everyone will try to put us down. So now we need to stand up for ourselves, fight back, and let everyone know that our class is not a pushover that can be bullied at will!"

The students below the podium, whose brows had been furrowed, gradually relaxed, and some even showed signs of excitement.

Gu Bai considered for a long time whether to incite the students, but in the end it seemed that this was the only way.

The fastest way to quickly ignite everyone's emotions is to say some passionate and inspiring words.

Feng Jiarui didn't quite understand why Gu Bai specifically chose basketball to challenge Class 7.

"Gu Bai, why did you choose basketball? Aren't you good at other things? Class 7 is already incredibly strong in sports." Feng Jiarui was somewhat skeptical of Gu Bai's decision.

“If we win in other areas, people will say we won because we had an advantage, but winning in sports is much more convincing.” Gu Bai paused, then pressed on, “As long as we win, we can turn the tables and rebuild our image in front of everyone.”

Gu Bai painted a rosy picture in front of his classmates, stimulating their desire.

The students started discussing it.

None of what Gu Bai just said was true. He glanced at Lin Nianwei, who was quietly reading below, and his mind wandered.

This method was what Lin Nianwei gave herself yesterday, near the end of the school term.

After considering it, Gu Bai thought it was feasible, so he went directly to talk to Fang Yong from Class 7 after school.

I expected to encounter all sorts of difficulties, but the process went surprisingly smoothly.

As for whether Fang Yong said anything disrespectful? Of course not.

The news department's content was fabricated by Xu Zheng with Wang Linlin's consent.

Gu Bai thought Lin Nianwei was just concerned about him and that's why she gave him advice, and a strange feeling began to develop in his heart.