My sister never calls me brother.

"Is it my fault?" Li Yang said innocently. "I told you I don't know how to play basketball, but you still made me play!"

A chorus of boos erupted from the audience.

"Alright, alright!" Gu Bai quickly pulled Feng Jiarui back, then glanced at the score—

20-6

Class 7 was overwhelmingly strong; their pitiful 6 points seemed as if Fang Yong had deliberately let them win, so they wouldn't look too bad.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Wang Linlin on stage clicked her tongue three times in a row, feeling that the competition was somewhat unwatchable.

She picked up her camera and took a picture of Class 7. Class 3 was in such a state that the picture wouldn't look very good either.

"My old deskmate!"

Someone patted Wang Linlin on the shoulder. She turned around and saw Song Mingyuan grinning.

"Why are you here? Did you skip class?" Wang Linlin frowned.

"No, I asked for leave to go to the restroom," Song Mingyuan said meaningfully.

"Huh? You ran all the way from the teaching building to the gym just to use the restroom?" Wang Linlin didn't believe it.

"When I asked for permission, I didn't say that I specifically wanted to go to the restroom in the teaching building," Song Mingyuan said, shrugging.

"You still skipped class, didn't you...?" Wang Linlin rolled her eyes at her and continued taking pictures. "Making excuses..."

Song Mingyuan pretended to be watching the game and said absentmindedly, "I heard you had a fight with Vice President An Lan?"

"Isn't this all because of your mess?" Wang Linlin said irritably.

“Uh…” Song Mingyuan was a little embarrassed and chuckled awkwardly, “Sorry, sorry, but then again, the vice president is just too ambitious, he’s not really a threat.”

"They're not much of a threat, but they're quite ambitious. Yesterday, they implied that they wanted to take over my news department." Wang Linlin was a little unhappy, recalling the unpleasant conversation from yesterday.

"She wants to take over the news department?" Song Mingyuan asked, somewhat surprised.

The News Club is unique; it does not belong to the student council or any other organization. Similar to the Seigaku Office, it is a completely neutral club.

Now that someone has selfishly wanted to eat it, this matter is not simple.

Although An Lan is a member of the student council, she also represents the radical faction.

Song Mingyuan felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Wang Linlin asked, looking at Song Mingyuan's absent-minded and dazed expression.

"N-nothing...it's nothing, haha!" Song Mingyuan snapped out of his reverie, adjusting his glasses. "I never thought your club would be targeted by the student council, haha...hahaha..."

"Huh!? Are you looking down on my club?" Wang Linlin pouted and said with dissatisfaction.

"No, no, no, how could this be?" Song Mingyuan was sweating profusely.

"My club is much bigger than some people's tiny clubs, and it even gets noticed by the student council." Wang Linlin glanced at Song Mingyuan sideways, adding mockingly, "While some people don't even get the chance to be noticed."

Song Mingyuan swallowed hard. Although he was annoyed by the insult, he still shamelessly said, "Yes, yes, what Granny Wang said is absolutely right."

"What did you call me?!" Wang Linlin frowned, put down her camera, put her hands on her hips, and looked like she was ready to fight to the death.

"Watch the game! Watch the game! Getting angry will cause wrinkles and make you unable to get married." Song Mingyuan changed the subject to avoid the limelight and turned to watch the game.

Wang Linlin blushed slightly, continued taking pictures with her camera, and muttered under her breath, "If I can't get married, I'll just stick with you."

"Oh, I'll take anyone who comes," Song Mingyuan replied casually.

Wang Linlin was stunned for a moment, her face flushed red, but fortunately Song Mingyuan was watching the game and didn't look at her.

Song Mingyuan was just joking, because they had bickered more than once or twice when they were deskmates.

But Wang Linlin's statement was only half true, which is why the reaction was so huge.

Watching the match, Song Mingyuan saw that Zhou Han's class was being completely outmatched. He sighed, "This is truly pathetic."

It was easy to see from the two teams on the field that Class 7, led by Fang Yong, was not using their full strength at all and was playing the game with a playful attitude.

Song Mingyuan searched for a long time but couldn't find Zhou Han.

He frowned, wondering why Zhou Han hadn't arrived yet. Almost half the competition had already passed.

As the score gap widened, Song Mingyuan's anxiety grew.

Airi Miyazaki wasn't really paying attention to the game; she seemed lost in thought, as if she'd lost her soul.

She was still worried about whether Zhou Han would come or not, and deep down she still held a sliver of hope.

But this expectation gradually faded away with the passage of time.

Lin Nianwei was right next to Miyazaki Airi, and she seemed much calmer.

"Miyazaki-senpai! Hayashi-senpai!" Lilith, her ahoge (cowlick) bobbing, appeared out of nowhere between the two.

Lilith greeted everyone cheerfully; she and her master, Song Mingyuan, had used the same excuse to skip class.

It seems that the saying "like teacher, like student" is not an exaggeration.

Lilith was surprised, feeling that the two senior students were lifeless today, but she still decided to try flirting with them.

"Senior Lin, I love you..." Lilith tugged at Lin Nianwei's sleeve.

Lin Nianwei didn't react much. Although she maintained her usual calm demeanor, something seemed to be missing.

Seeing that Lin Nianwei didn't react, Lilith had no choice but to turn her attention to Miyazaki Airi.

“Miyazaki-senpai, I love you…” Lilith tugged at Miyazaki Airi’s sleeve.

Strangely, Miyazaki Airi didn't react much today either.

Lilith flirted with two female seniors, but neither of them responded, which she found unbelievable.

Oh my god! What happened? Aliens have invaded and parasitized Lin and Miyazaki?

Upon realizing this, Lilith's face turned horrified, and she took three quick steps back to keep her distance from the two senior students in case anything went wrong.

Miyazaki Airi and Lin Nianwei had no idea what kind of outlandish fantasies were going through Lilith's little head.

Right now, all they're wondering is whether Zhou Han will come or not.

With Fang Yong's three-pointer going in, the score gap widened again.

29-9

With a 20-point deficit, the hope of winning the game is becoming increasingly slim.

Lin Nianwei closed the book, said nothing, and left.

"Senior Lin, where are you going?" Lilith asked curiously.

Lin Nianwei did not answer.

"Hmm?" Lilith shook her ahoge (cowlick) and looked puzzled.

After thinking for a while without coming up with any results, I simply left it aside and ignored it.

"What's wrong, Miyazaki-senpai?" Lilith asked, leaning closer.

Airi Miyazaki remained silent.

"Are you heartbroken? Pfft pfft pfft~" Lilith teased.

Miyazaki Airi snapped out of her daze, frowned, and retorted, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not in a relationship."

"Then why do you look so heartbroken?" Lilith said, showing her fangs, and said seriously, "My grandma said that's the look on a girl's face when she's heartbroken."

“Nonsense…” Miyazaki Airi didn’t believe it.

"I didn't lie!" Lilith said with a bitter face. She rarely told the truth, but it was taken as a lie, and she was very unhappy.

Heartbroken? Me, feeling this way because of that idiot? Miyazaki Airi thought to herself, then shook her head—

How could that be? It's just sympathy.

Chapter 133 A Promise

Lin Nianwei went to a secluded corner.

He took out his phone and dialed a number; it belonged to Zhou Han.

While her deskmate Gu Bai was away, she secretly looked at the class directory and memorized Zhou Han's phone number.

Lin Nianwei wouldn't take the initiative to ask Zhou Han for his phone number, partly due to her personality, but also because she had no legitimate reason.

Lin Nianwei herself found it funny to obtain contact information in this way, but she couldn't control herself.

Lin Nianwei had never dialed this number before; this was the first time.

She, who was usually calm, was now a little nervous, unsure of what to say after dialing the number.

But the situation is urgent, and Lin Nianwei has no time to hesitate.

Lin Nianwei composed herself and dialed the number...

Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School —

The middle-aged woman in the admissions office kept praising Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School.

Zhou Han listened absentmindedly; he had already handed in his application form, which was now in the old woman's hands.

"Our No. 8 Middle School is quite good. You're very discerning to study here." The middle-aged woman was searching for the admission stamp, constantly praising her own wares as if afraid Zhou Han would run away halfway through.

"Hmm." Zhou Han responded indifferently. He had been absent-minded since earlier, and whatever the old lady said went in one ear and out the other.

Zhou Han doesn't know if his choice was right or wrong; he simply chose the simpler answer.

He also knew that after making this choice, he would basically be parting ways with the people of Jinteng Academy.

They might be just like the students at Zhongqing No. 8 Middle School, looking down on Jinteng College and calling it a bookworm.

He swaggered through the streets, swearing and acting arrogantly.

The phone in his pocket rang, snapping Zhou Han out of his reverie and pulling him back to reality.

He thought it was Miyazaki Airi or Senior Song calling, but when he looked at the caller ID, it wasn't.

Zhou Han hesitated for a moment before hanging up on an unfamiliar number. It was very likely a wrong number anyway.

A short while later, the phone rang again, and Zhou Han hung up.

Then, on the third attempt, Zhou Han frowned, looking at the number with complete bewilderment.