My sister never calls me brother.

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Han raised his hand.

"What? You have a problem with that?" Miyazaki Airi frowned.

“Yes! It seems like you and Lin Nianwei haven’t done much work, inside or out?” Zhou Han raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, I realize we've been doing all the work!" Song Mingyuan raised his fist and shouted, "Protest!!!"

"Protest denied!" Miyazaki Airi pouted and said, "Vi-chan has put in the mental effort, so she doesn't have to do any work."

"Okay, I admit it!" Zhou Han nodded helplessly, her face darkening. "And you!? You really didn't do anything, did you?"

“I…I helped with the work assignments!” Miyazaki Airi said matter-of-factly, covering her face with her hand and feigning shyness. “Besides, I’m a girl, how could I do manual labor?”

A crow flew over Zhou Han and Song Mingyuan's heads—

Chapter Eighteen: The Prodigal Son Returns

Zhou Han looked at Elizabeth on his phone with a serious expression.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Elizabeth on the phone had a serious expression, as if facing an unprecedented crisis.

"Are you ready?" Zhou Han asked in a deep voice.

“Hmm…” Elizabeth frowned. “Wait a minute, let me think about it for a bit more.”

Ten minutes have passed—

"Are you ready this time?" Zhou Han asked seriously.

"Hmm..." Elizabeth, who had kept her eyes closed, opened one eye. "Not ready yet, wait a bit."

“Okay…” Zhou Han rested her chin on her hand.

Twenty minutes later—

"Snoring..." Zhou Han, who was propping her face up with her hand, actually fell asleep sitting up.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhou Han shivered, waking up and rubbing her eyes.

“Prepare…” Zhou Han looked down at Elizabeth and swallowed the rest of his sentence.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" Elizabeth lay on the screen of the phone, fast asleep, her breathing even and rhythmic, the snot bubbles on her delicate nose rising and falling with each breath.

Zhou Han looked at Elizabeth with a gloomy face.

The two had agreed that Zhou Han would charge Elizabeth once she was ready, so as to prevent her from making that embarrassing sound. But she actually fell asleep and seemed very quiet.

"Hey! Wake up!" Zhou Han poked her with his finger.

"Hmm..." Elizabeth sat up sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "Is it dawn? Dinner's ready..."

"What the hell are you talking about! If you don't charge your phone soon, what am I going to use tomorrow? Are you even prepared?" Zhou Han asked, her eyes bulging with dark circles.

“Hmm…” Elizabeth sat cross-legged.

"Stop saying 'uh-huh', I can't wait any longer. I'll fall asleep within three seconds of my head hitting the pillow," Zhou Han said wearily.

“I’m not ready yet,” Elizabeth said frankly.

Zhou Han stared at Elizabeth for three seconds with a blank expression.

“Okay.” Zhou Han nodded, picked up the charger without hesitation, and started charging without a second thought.

"Aaaaaah—!" Elizabeth cried out, "It's all over! I'm going to be forcibly penetrated by my evil master!"

"Pfft—!" Zhou Han almost choked on her breath, and said with a face full of black lines, "Your lines are getting worse and worse..."

"You wicked master, you...you can't even consider my wishes when you do this? So forceful, really..." Elizabeth said shyly, her face flushed.

Zhou Han's expression froze for a moment, then she helplessly put down the charger and covered her face.

Is this still my phone? It was perfectly normal just a day ago, and now it's become sentient! Zhou Han was getting a little crazy.

"I just want to charge my phone! Is that okay?" Zhou Han said in a pleading tone.

“Sure,” Elizabeth nodded readily.

"Then can you please stop talking?"

“Ugh…” Elizabeth covered her mouth.

Zhou Han nodded in satisfaction, picked up the charger, aligned it with the socket, and said, "Time to go."

"Mmm—" Elizabeth blushed, but nodded firmly.

Zhou Han took a deep breath and thrust in with all her might.

"Ahhh~" Elizabeth couldn't hold back any longer and cried out.

Zhou Han was startled again, cold sweat pouring down her face. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and screamed, "Ahhhhhh—!"

Zhou Han stopped talking only after Elizabeth stopped.

"Master, what...what is your name?" Elizabeth asked, puzzled.

"I just wanted to drown out your voice," Zhou Han said softly.

"Zhou Han!!!" Miyazaki Airi roared from across the living room.

Call me by my first name! Or call me "Hey," "that guy," or "someone," I can accept that... Zhou Han wiped his sweat.

"Why are you yelling so late at night?!" Miyazaki Airi's voice was full of hostility.

"I..." Zhou Han thought for a moment and said, "I have a leg cramp!"

Airi Miyazaki didn't speak, and the house was quiet for a while.

"Go to sleep!" Miyazaki Airi was still fuming.

Zhou Han breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully she had gotten away with it.

In her room, Miyazaki Airi closed her eyes, preparing to continue sleeping, but suddenly opened them, sensing that something was amiss.

Leg cramps? That can't be right! I think I heard a girl's voice for a split second, could it? Miyazaki Airi blushed, pulled the blanket tighter around herself, and thought, "She was screaming so badly just now because... she masturbated too much!"

Thinking of this, Miyazaki Airi quickly buried her head in the blanket.

A muffled sound came from under the covers—

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—! How utterly shameless!"

If Zhou Han knew that despite all her efforts, she was still misunderstood, how would she feel?

The next day, Zhou Han arrived at the entrance of the Political Education Office.

He had been standing outside for a full ten minutes, too embarrassed to go in, because Zhou Han really didn't want to see the teacher from the Political Education Department, that annoying bald guy.

Although Zhou Han had been here many times before, it was always after getting into fights and being reprimanded. This was the first time he had come here with important business to attend to.

Zhou Han took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and revealed a heroic spirit, as if he were about to die a heroic death.

He slowly pushed open the door and went inside.

The political education teacher was an old man in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding an old teacup. He looked like a pedantic old scholar, but what was most striking was his shiny bald head, which was as dazzling as a 100-watt light bulb.

"Teacher, I..." Zhou Han came in, but hadn't finished speaking.

"Pfft—!" The political education teacher saw someone standing silently in front of him, looked up and saw that it was Zhou Han. He was so shocked that he spat out his tea, which sprayed all over Zhou Han's face.

Zhou Han wiped the tea off her face with her sleeve, thinking to herself, "This is a really special way to welcome me."

"You, you, you..." the disciplinary teacher stammered incoherently, "Why are you here again? Did you get into another fight? And with whom this time?"

"No... I..."

Zhou Han tried to explain, but the political education teacher didn't give him a chance at all, spewing words and splashing paint all over Zhou Han's face.

"Do you know your grades are about to go into the negative? I've been teaching for over twenty years, and I've never seen anyone like you..."

"I didn't..."

"Nothing's wrong? What did your parents pay you to do here? Did you come here to fight? You good-for-nothing!"

"Could you..." Zhou Han wanted to say, could you let me finish what I had to say? But the political education teacher spoke too quickly.

"What can you do? What can you possibly accomplish? You're such a good fighter, why don't you go to a sports school to train from a young age? You could at least make it to a martial arts tournament and bring glory to your ancestors. Look at you now, what a mess you've become..."

Zhou Han rolled her eyes helplessly and simply stopped talking, waiting for the political education teacher to get tired of talking so she could start speaking on her own.

Thirty minutes later—

"Do you know you were wrong?" The political education teacher's voice was hoarse, as if it were on fire.

Zhou Han stared blankly, expressionless, as if she hadn't heard anything.

The political education teacher was furious. After all that time, he had spent half an hour earnestly explaining things, but it was like talking to a brick wall!

With a loud bang, the political education teacher slammed his fist on the table and shouted in a hoarse voice, "I'm asking you a question! Do you know what you did wrong?!"

"Huh!?" Zhou Han came to her senses, not knowing what she had said at all. She just nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."

"Same as always, hand in a 10,000-word self-criticism. I need to drink some water first; my throat is practically bleeding." The political education teacher picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Seeing that his chance had come, Zhou Han quickly said, "Teacher! I didn't fight. I've come here to ask you for a favor."

"Pfft—!" The political education teacher, who had just taken a sip of tea, sprayed it all over Zhou Han's face.

Zhou Han, looking embarrassed, wiped the tea off her face and wondered, "Is it really necessary to react so strongly?"

"I didn't study much, don't lie to me." The political education teacher was still in shock.

"Really..." Zhou Han felt it was really difficult to talk to the political education teacher.

Zhou Han explained her involvement in the club and the problems she was facing, and earnestly requested help.

"I see..." The political education teacher nodded, understanding Zhou Han's purpose in coming. "I can help you spread the word."

"Great..." Zhou Han smiled happily. She didn't expect it to be so easy. Just as Lin Nianwei said, there was no reason to refuse!

"Next time you come, please state your purpose clearly first. You've made me waste so much breath," the political education teacher said, frowning.

"Tch, you'd better let me speak first!" Zhou Han curled her lip in disdain.

"Then I'm leaving, Teacher Xie." Zhou Han waved his hand, intending to slip away, because what was about to happen was what he hated the most.

"Wait a minute!" the political education teacher called out, paused, and said, "Um... bring me two buckets of water, take out my trash, mop the floor, and give this document to your homeroom teacher, Ms. Zhang."

Zhou Han was exasperated. This was why he was so reluctant to come to the Political Education Office. Every time he came, he had to be a heavy laborer, be used harshly, and couldn't even express his anger.