My sister never calls me brother.

Xiao Hu looked back and saw that Zhou Han hadn't caught up, and he was overjoyed.

But then, with a thud, Xiao Hu crashed into an unseen wall and lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

The enormous ancient Roman Colosseum gradually transformed into a mass of pale blue data, receding rapidly like a flood.

Zhou Han looked around. The thugs had all been dealt with; some were unconscious, while others were groaning in pain.

Zhou Han closed his baton, put on his hood, and quickly left the scene.

Airi Miyazaki tried calling, but couldn't get through. Annoyed, she thought, "This idiot should at least answer the phone! I've lowered myself to contact you first! And you're just going to disappear? You won't answer my calls..."

In the end, Airi Miyazaki gave up and vented her anger on the street lamp next to her.

"Idiot Zhou Han! Bastard Zhou Han! Stupid Zhou Han!" Miyazaki Airi cursed as she kicked a street lamp.

Passersby all looked at the girl who was throwing a tantrum on the roadside, and everyone found it very strange.

Miyazaki Airi blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. She picked up her things, hailed a taxi, and left.

Zhou Han walked out of the fast food restaurant, which was in complete chaos, as no one had ever seen so many thugs lying in the restroom.

Zhou Han went to the trash can, took off her sunglasses and mask and threw them away, took off her gray hoodie, tore off a piece, and used it to bandage her bleeding wrist.

Zhou Han looked at the blood-stained hoodies, which belonged to him and the thugs. He shook his head and threw the hoodies into the trash can as well.

"Xiao Yi, where's that guy Miyazaki?" Zhou Han asked.

With a flash of golden light, Elizabeth's petite figure appeared and circled Zhou Han twice.

“She’s already home,” Elizabeth replied.

"Oh, I see..." Zhou Han breathed a sigh of relief, "It's finally over..."

Zhou Han scratched his head, turned around and left, preparing to go home as well.

Elizabeth glanced at Zhou Han's injured wrist, then silently flew to his shoulder and sat down.

“You’re injured…” Elizabeth said, looking at Zhou Han’s profile.

"Don't even mention it, oh right..." Zhou Han took out her phone, "Which idiot called me just now? They almost got me killed..."

Zhou Han stared at the call log on her phone, her expression stiffening. "Miyazaki..."

"Aren't you going to call it back?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"Forget it..." Zhou Han shook her head. "I didn't answer just now. If I call back now, I'll definitely get a scolding. I'll just pretend I didn't see it..."

“Is that so…” Elizabeth didn’t refute it, and said, “Maybe she’s swallowing her pride and asking you for help.”

"Haha, how could that be?" Zhou Han burst out laughing, thinking, Miyazaki Airi would ask me for help? This joke is just too funny...

Zhou Han looked at her injured wrist, which was haphazardly bandaged with a rag, and muttered, "What a miserable weekend, ruined like this..."

“I don’t think it’s tragic at all…” Elizabeth said with a smile, swinging her legs on Zhou Han’s shoulder. “On the contrary, I think it’s kind of cool!”

"Huh!?" Zhou Han looked at Elizabeth in disbelief.

"Although you have many flaws, you're surprisingly a good older brother!" Elizabeth said with a half-smile.

"Uh..." Zhou Han blushed, scratched her head awkwardly, and said, "Is...is that so..."

“Oh! You’re blushing! Are you shy? Hehehe…” Elizabeth teased Zhou Han.

"Tsk!" Zhou Han clicked her tongue, put on a serious poker face, and said, "Shut up, don't say a word!"

The girl and the elf walked home, their silvery laughter ringing out from time to time.

When Zhou Han returned home, he saw Miyazaki Airi wearing an apron as soon as he entered the door. She had already started making dinner.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Tch!" Miyazaki Airi looked away, her expression not very pleasant.

Zhou Han trembled with fright, thinking, "So it really is because of the phone call?"

"Where have you been?" Miyazaki Airi asked.

"I...I'm going for a walk outside..." Zhou Han stammered.

"Why didn't you answer my call earlier?" Miyazaki Airi asked with a dark expression.

"Uh..." Zhou Han broke out in a cold sweat. After thinking for a moment, she said, "My phone... it's out of battery..."

"Really?" Miyazaki Airi asked doubtfully.

"Look if you don't believe me." Zhou Han took out his phone and showed it to Miyazaki Airi, thinking to himself, "Luckily, Elizabeth used 'Deceptive Projection' and suffered too much damage; the phone really was out of battery when it came back..."

“Okay…” Miyazaki Airi saw that Zhou Han’s phone was really out of battery. Although she didn’t believe it, the fact was there.

"Why did you call me?" Zhou Han asked as she took off her shoes.

“I…” Miyazaki Airi paused, and didn’t tell the truth, “I wanted you to go buy soy sauce, because we’re out of soy sauce at home.”

"Really..." Zhou Han didn't think much of it and actually thought that Miyazaki Airi had called him just to make a cameo appearance.

Miyazaki Airi inadvertently noticed that Zhou Han had a strange rag wrapped around his hand.

"What happened to your hand?" Miyazaki Airi asked curiously.

"Uh..." Zhou Han quickly hid her hands behind her back and said casually, "I accidentally cut myself on glass just now. It's a minor injury, nothing serious."

"I'm really defeated by you..." Miyazaki Airi sighed, took off her apron, and said, "Sit down first, I'll wait for you."

"What are you doing?" Zhou Han wondered, sitting on the sofa.

A moment later, Miyazaki Airi came over with a first-aid kit and sat down next to Zhou Han.

“Give me your hand,” said Airi Miyazaki.

"No need, it's just a minor injury." Zhou Han was a little embarrassed, not expecting Miyazaki Airi to be so helpful.

"Give it to me now!" Airi Miyazaki said impatiently.

“Okay…” Zhou Han handed her his hand.

But to everyone's surprise, Miyazaki Airi pressed Zhou Han's hand onto her leg. At this time, she hadn't changed her clothes and was still wearing the short skirt she wore in the morning.

Zhou Han felt the softness and smoothness of Miyazaki Airi's thigh and withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"What's wrong?" Miyazaki Airi asked, puzzled. "Give it to me!"

Miyazaki Airi, with her somewhat fiery personality, didn't even consider the possibility of taking advantage of Zhou Han, and directly pressed Zhou Han's hand back onto her leg.

Zhou Han pulled her hand back with lightning speed.

"Tsk!" Miyazaki Airi frowned. "What are you doing?! I need to apply some medicine! Why are you being so uncooperative?"

"No...that's not a good idea..." Zhou Han felt embarrassed.

"What's wrong with it?" Miyazaki Airi couldn't understand. She had kindly helped him resolve the issue, so what was there to complain about?

“I…” Zhou Han paused, then said softly, “I mean, is it inappropriate for me to touch your thigh?”

“Uh…” Miyazaki Airi realized her mistake, blushed, and stammered, “Then… then you can hold it level yourself.”

Zhou Han carefully straightened his injured hand. After Miyazaki Airi untied the tattered cloth, she looked at the long wound, frowned, and said, "This is no small injury..."

Zhou Han scratched his head awkwardly and didn't say anything.

Airi Miyazaki helped apply the medicine, making Zhou Han grimace in pain.

Finally, it was wrapped with clean gauze and tied into a pretty bow.

"Okay, remember not to get it wet. Change the dressing tomorrow," Miyazaki Airi instructed.

"Oh," Zhou Han replied.

Airi Miyazaki shook her head, picked up her first-aid kit, and left, secretly sighing at how careless this idiot was, getting injured even while taking a walk.

Zhou Han lay on the sofa, looking at the bandages on her hands, lost in thought.

He touched the pretty bow on it and thought to himself—

Looks like this weekend wasn't so unlucky after all...

Chapter Thirty: A New Commission

Good morning, Zhou Han.

Gu Bai greeted Zhou Han, who had just entered the room, with a smile and still looking sleepy.

"Oh..." Zhou Han didn't even open her eyes, responding coldly.

"How was your weekend?" Gu Bai asked.

"So-so," Zhou Han said casually, unconsciously scratching his head with his bandaged hand.

Gu Bai stared at Zhou Han's wrist, stunned. "You're injured?"

Zhou Han looked at his hands, about to say something, when Feng Jiarui interrupted.

"A bow?" Feng Jiarui pointed at Zhou Han and laughed, "I didn't expect you to have such a girlish heart..."

"This bow is tied quite nicely," Wang Qianqian said, covering her mouth and laughing.

"A rough guy with a girlish heart, it feels a bit like a pervert!" Feng Jiarui slapped his thigh and laughed exaggeratedly.

"Don't say anymore..." Gu Bai said, somewhat embarrassed.

“Uh…” Zhou Han’s face darkened. She really couldn’t continue the conversation with them, so she turned around and left silently.

“Speaking of perverts, I saw one yesterday in the UEFA Champions League commercial district. A boy was squatting in a fitting room with women’s underwear in his hand…” Wang Qianqian recalled.

"Really!?" Feng Jiarui asked in surprise.

"There really are people like that..." Gu Bai was ashamed.

"What does that pervert look like?" Feng Jiarui continued to ask, seemingly very interested.

“That person was disguised, so I didn’t see what he looked like, but…” Wang Qianqian turned around and looked at Zhou Han’s back, “His build is very similar to Zhou Han’s!”

Zhou Han shuddered and almost stumbled and fell. She quickly lowered her head and walked away, thinking to herself, "Wang Qianqian's memory is just too good, isn't it?"

When Li Yang saw Zhou Han approaching, he quickly put on a cool demeanor and said in a childish and pretentious way, "You lackeys of the Holy See, why don't you pay your respects to me, the King?"

"Get lost..." Zhou Han frowned and threw down her schoolbag.

“Uh…” Li Yang raised an eyebrow and said, “How dare a mere charlatan speak so disrespectfully to me…”