My sister never calls me brother.

"You jerk, senior! You're taking advantage of your age! The teachers are about to leave work! And there's not a single client among them!"

Zhou Han simply couldn't sit still any longer.

Chapter Seventeen Publicity Plan

"I'm a senior, after all," Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses. "Speak to me more politely."

"Did you really go and do the publicity?" Zhou Han asked with a dark face.

Song Mingyuan raised his right hand and said seriously, "I swear to the light! I really will do the publicity!!!"

The incandescent light in the activity room made a buzzing sound, flickered a few times, and then went out.

"Stare—" All three of them stared at Song Mingyuan with ill intent.

Song Mingyuan was sweating profusely. What was going on?! This damn light couldn't have broken at the right time! It made me feel like I was lying just now...

"I really went to promote it! Believe me..." Song Mingyuan said, clutching his chest in grief.

Lin Nianwei closed the book and asked, "What methods did you use for publicity?"

"Uh..." Song Mingyuan's eyes darted around as he mumbled, "We put up flyers because we don't have any money..."

"What a low-cost way to promote your products, just like your stingy style..." Miyazaki Airi's face fell.

"Stingy!?" Song Mingyuan's expression changed, and he became serious. "I can't pretend I didn't hear that..."

Song Mingyuan walked to the shop window, pushed it open abruptly, revealing figurines, toys, and erotic books inside.

"Do you know how much money I've spent on my wife? Look at all these figurines and comics..."

“That’s pornography,” Zhou Han interjected, correcting him.

"What pornographic book? This is my wife's photo album," Song Mingyuan said seriously.

"Oh..." Zhou Han was embarrassed and silently picked up a beautiful girl figurine to play with.

"Can you still call me stingy now? Aren't you very generous?" Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses.

"Is your generosity limited to your virtual wife?" Miyazaki Airi said helplessly.

"Who...who said that?!" Song Mingyuan stammered, looking embarrassed. "I...I go to the big sale every six months to buy myself a new outfit, and every month when I'm eating instant noodles, I'll...I'll buy myself a sausage to treat myself..."

"The pickled cabbage is pretty good," Zhou Han remarked, fiddling with his figurine.

"Oh right, right! I didn't expect you to have some redeeming qualities." Song Mingyuan immediately looked at Zhou Han with new respect. "And the braised beef flavor is pretty good too..."

“That won’t do. Eating too much of it will make me nauseous and won’t whet my appetite…” Zhou Han said casually.

"That makes sense. What do you think of the taste of those ribs?"

The conversation inexplicably turned into an exchange of experiences with instant noodles, with Zhou Han and Song Mingyuan even commenting on various brands of instant noodles.

Miyazaki Airi and Lin Nianwei were completely baffled, having no idea what was so interesting about instant noodles.

"Stop talking!" Airi Miyazaki interrupted them. "The more I listen, the more I realize how miserable your lives are!"

Zhou Han and Song Mingyuan froze for three seconds, instantly petrified.

“Someone like me, who gives all his money to his wife, how can his life not be miserable…” Song Mingyuan drew small circles on the ground.

"My housekeeping skills are in the negatives. In the end, every time I'm hungry, I think of a certain phrase..." Zhou Han sighed in the wind, "What can relieve my worries? Only an old jar of oyster sauce..."

Airi Miyazaki sighed, not wanting to say anything more, afraid of upsetting those two losers.

Lin Nianwei glanced at Zhou Han, who was standing alone in the wind, seemingly lost in thought...

"Wow! That's amazing!!!"

Zhou Han exclaimed in surprise, as if something interesting had happened, and everyone turned to look at him.

"This figure is amazing! It can actually take off its clothes!" Zhou Han held up the figure that she had stripped naked and laughed nonstop.

The beautiful girl figurine, which was originally dressed in glamorous clothes, was stripped naked by Zhou Han and was now being displayed in front of everyone.

“Eek…” Miyazaki Airi and Lin Nianwei were dumbfounded. They were not surprised that the figure could take off its clothes, but disgusted by Zhou Han’s filthy behavior.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Ugh..." Zhou Han covered her head and said angrily, "Why did you hit me!?"

"Waaaaah..." Song Mingyuan held the bare figurine in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably, "My wife has been defiled by you, you bastard!!!"

Zhou Han was speechless. "Defiled?! What the hell?"

"Enough..." Lin Nianwei couldn't hold back any longer. She frowned and said in a deep voice, "Let's quickly resolve the issue of not having a client."

"Where should we start?" Miyazaki Airi asked.

Lin Nianwei tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Let's go take a look at the senior's advertisement first..."

Song Mingyuan said he had posted the small advertisement on the club's publicity and announcement column, and the four of them came here.

Ballet club, roller skating club, crosstalk club, street dance club...

Faced with a dazzling array of club promotions, the four of them felt a bit dizzy and couldn't find the Seigaku office after searching for a long time.

"I clearly put it here, but I can't find it?" Song Mingyuan scratched his head, just as a classmate next to him was putting up club promotional slogans.

"Hey classmate, have you seen the Seigaku Agency's advertisement?" Song Mingyuan asked.

"What kind of club is the Seigaku Office? I've never even heard of it," the male student asked, puzzled.

"You...you haven't even heard of the famous Seigaku Club?!" Song Mingyuan was shocked. "Come on, let's have a three-hundred-round battle, and I'll show you what Seigaku Club is all about!"

"You're crazy..." The male student waved his hand and left.

“That bastard…” Song Mingyuan felt heartbroken.

"Don't even mention them, I've never even heard of the Seigaku Club." Zhou Han shrugged.

"So our club is like this..." Miyazaki Airi was too embarrassed to continue.

"Don't fuel their arrogance and diminish your own prestige. Believe me! There will be milk, and there will be bread!" Song Mingyuan quickly painted a rosy picture, filling them with hope for the future.

"But I really stuck it here, how come it's gone?" Song Mingyuan asked in confusion.

Lin Nianwei poked the bulletin board with her hand and felt that it was very thin.

"The bulletin board has already been cleaned once today. Usually, every club comes to promote their clubs, so the flyers are very thick, but today they are very thin."

"Ugh, I only put it on for less than a day and they cleaned it off..." Song Mingyuan was a little frustrated.

"Then let's just put one more on," Zhou Han said.

"That's all we can do." Song Mingyuan took out the flyers and glue. "Looks like today's efforts have been wasted again."

"No need to put it on," Lin Nianwei said.

"Huh? Why?" Song Mingyuan scratched his head.

"It's unlikely to have a significant promotional effect," Lin Nianwei said in a flat tone.

"Something is better than nothing, right?" Zhou Han interjected.

Lin Nianwei glanced at Zhou Han but didn't say anything.

Ignore me! Zhou Han felt embarrassed.

"Do you guys usually enjoy looking at those little advertisements on the street?" Lin Nianwei asked back.

Zhou Han looked up and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized that posting flyers here would not only attract no one, but would also annoy people and make them think that the Seigaku Agency was an empty, idle club. Upon closer inspection, no large club in the school would post flyers.

"If we don't put up flyers, are there any other ways?" Song Mingyuan asked, stroking his chin.

“Isn’t our club supposed to help students with problems? So where would we gather these kinds of people?” Lin Nianwei didn’t say it directly.

“I know!” Miyazaki Airi said, “Many people go to the school’s counseling center to confide in the counselors when they have problems and experience psychological stress.”

“That’s right, but that’s only one of them. There’s another place…” Lin Nianwei nodded.

"What else? The infirmary?" Song Mingyuan asked tentatively.

“I don’t recall the club having a medical service component.” Lin Nianwei paused, then said in a strange tone, “And there’s a place someone frequents.”

Airi Miyazaki turned and stared at Zhou Han

Now, Miyazaki Airi has developed a habit of staring at Zhou Han whenever she hears the name of someone.

"Huh!?" Zhou Han pointed to herself. "Is 'someone' referring to me again?"

Zhou Han sighed helplessly, thought about it seriously, and then suddenly thought of something, covering her face and remaining silent.

"Hey! Say something! Why are you blushing?" Miyazaki Airi said urgently.

“It should be…the Political…Education Department,” Zhou Han said dejectedly. “The aftermath of every fight is handled there.”

“Ah…” Miyazaki Airi looked at Zhou Han with disdain, “No wonder you covered your face.”

"Do we need to go to these two places to promote ourselves?" Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses.

Lin Nianwei nodded. "As long as the teachers in the psychological counseling center and the political education department help recommend us, our activities will reduce their workload. There's no reason for them to refuse."

"Okay! Let's do it this way! I can already see the bright future of the club's revival! Hehehe..." Although Song Mingyuan said this, he was thinking that after the club's revival, the activity funds would increase, and he wondered how much of it should be spent on his wife.

"That's settled then. It's getting late, I'll head back now." Lin Nianwei turned and left, opening her book and looking down at it.

"See you tomorrow, Vii-chan!" Miyazaki Airi waved.

Lin Nianwei froze, quickened her pace, and walked briskly with her head down.

"Tomorrow, Senior Song, you should go to the counseling center to promote it," Miyazaki Airi said.

"Why me?" Song Mingyuan complained. "I need to see my wife too."

"If you don't go, you'll only see your wife in the trash can tomorrow," Miyazaki Airi said expressionlessly.

"That's outrageous!!!" Song Mingyuan was terrified.

"Then let's... have someone go to the Political Education Department." Miyazaki Airi was referring to Zhou Han.

"Huh!? It's me again?" This time Zhou Han was more self-aware, but he waved his hands repeatedly, "I...I don't want to go! Besides, why should I go?"

“You’re the most familiar with it, if you don’t go, who will?” Miyazaki Airi said, crossing her arms.

“Uh…” Zhou Han felt that this statement made a lot of sense and she couldn’t refute it.

"Hmm..." Miyazaki Airi thought for a moment, "It seems there's nothing else. Let's call it a day, dismissed!"