My sister never calls me brother.

Li Yang inadvertently noticed Zhou Han's injured wrist, and immediately covered his left eye, saying in a sinister tone, "Although I don't want to admit it, the injury on your hand is proof that I cast a great curse. If you know how powerful it is, then quickly submit to me! Heh heh heh..."

"Sigh..." Zhou Han sighed, really not wanting to make a fool of herself with Li Yang so early in the morning.

"Does silence mean you agree?" Li Yang turned around and threw the test paper at Zhou Han, saying arrogantly, "To show your loyalty to me, do my weekend homework first..."

"After all that talk, this is your real purpose, isn't it?" Zhou Han said with a dark face.

“No…” Li Yang said seriously, “This is a trial for you!”

"Get as far away from me as possible!" Zhou Han picked up the test paper and threw it at Li Yang's face. "I've never done homework before, why should I do it for you?"

"Huh?!" Li Yang was taken aback and asked, "You never do your homework?"

“Yeah, what’s the problem?” Zhou Han shrugged.

"Doesn't the teacher care about you?" Li Yang was increasingly puzzled.

"I'm at the bottom of the class, it's better to let the students in front of me get a few more points than to worry about me..." Zhou Han waved his hand.

"My God!" Li Yang asked incredulously, "How did you get into Jin Teng Academy with such grades?"

“Well…” Zhou Han scratched his head and said, “My dad and the principal are old classmates.”

"Pfft—!" Li Yang was startled. "So you got in through connections?! Don't you feel ashamed?"

“Not shameful at all.” Zhou Han put on a serious poker face, gave a thumbs up, and said, “Using connections is also a form of ability…”

Shame is practically nonexistent for this guy... Li Yang thought to himself, feeling ashamed.

During break, Gu Bai took a stack of magazines and walked to the trash can next to Zhou Han, looking like he was about to throw them away.

"Squad leader, wait a minute!" Li Yang quickly stopped Gu Bai when he saw this.

"Hmm? What is it?" Gu Bai asked.

"What are these things you threw away?" Li Yang asked, his eyes fixed on the magazine in Gu Bai's hand.

"This..." Gu Bai looked down and replied, "These are all magazines from the school's news agency, but it seems like nobody reads them, so we can only throw them away."

"Why is nobody watching?" Zhou Han asked, puzzled.

"Maybe... the content is a bit boring?" Gu Bai smiled awkwardly.

"Can I take a look?" Zhou Han pointed to himself.

“Of course, the essays in each issue are quite good. If you need, I’ll save you a copy of each issue.” Gu Bai smiled and handed a copy to Zhou Han.

"Uh...no, no, I'm just bored and looking around..." Zhou Han took the magazine from the news agency, feeling a little uncomfortable with Gu Bai's enthusiasm.

"Really? I thought you were going to give up martial arts and pursue a literary career?" Gu Bai said with some disappointment.

Zhou Han was speechless, thinking, "What the hell is this 'abandoning martial arts for literature'? It makes me look like a simple-minded, muscle-bound idiot..."

"Class monitor! Can I have these magazines if you don't want them?" Li Yang raised his hand and said.

"Sure, but what are you going to do with it? It won't make much money if you sell it," Gu Bai reminded him.

"No, no, no! How could I possibly have such vulgar thoughts?" Li Yang waved his hand, took out a large sword made of many wrapped pieces of paper from his seat, and said mysteriously, "My magic sword is still lacking some materials, so I will make the most of these magazines..."

"Whatever makes you happy." Gu Bai said, embarrassed, and handed the magazine to Li Yang.

Zhou Han stared blankly at Li Yang's large sword, appearing calm on the surface, but inwardly thinking, "That's kind of cool! I want one too..."

After class, bored, Zhou Han glanced at the news agency's magazine.

Ugh... This is the first time I've seen such a low-quality magazine. At least draw something on the cover! What's the point of a big whiteboard? Zhou Han had no desire to flip through it after just looking at the cover.

Zhou Han looked up, thought for a moment, and realized that this magazine might look mediocre, but it might actually contain some interesting information...

Thinking of this, Zhou Han flipped through the magazine, but the more she read, the more something seemed off. After reading to the end, she threw the magazine directly into the trash can.

Zhou Han covered her face, thinking, "I was overthinking it. She's plain on the outside, and even more plain on the inside! What's with all this international current affairs? There's not a single interesting news item!!"

"It's done!" Li Yang raised his greatsword and swung it twice. "Demon Clan Holy Sword! Unstoppable! Hahaha..."

Zhou Han watched from behind with envy and couldn't help but say, "Li Yang, teach me how to do it."

Li Yang paused for a moment, thought for a while, and then said in a cheeky tone—

"Get lost!"

Zhou Han's expression stiffened, she clenched her fists, and said through gritted teeth, "That bastard has a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)..."

After school, all the members of the Seigaku Agency gathered.

Lin Nianwei looked at her book, as if nothing had anything to do with her.

Miyazaki Airi was playing on her phone, glancing occasionally at Zhou Han, who was acting silly next to her, and noticing his injured hand.

Shouldn't we change the medication? Miyazaki Airi thought of what happened yesterday, how she had boldly pressed Zhou Han's hand onto her leg, letting him take advantage of her for nothing.

Miyazaki Airi blushed slightly, thinking to herself, "But he was quite upright yesterday; most people wouldn't have reminded me of that."

Zhou Han felt Miyazaki Airi's gaze and, holding up a miniature paper sword, shouted, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a demon's holy sword before?"

Even though Li Yang didn't teach him, Zhou Han still copied what he learned and made a big sword from a news agency magazine, which he played with for an entire afternoon.

Airi Miyazaki was exasperated, rubbing her forehead, thinking, "Maybe I'm overthinking it? This girl is just a simple-minded idiot..."

"Ah..." Song Mingyuan slumped wearily onto the table, grumbling incessantly, "Why hasn't anyone come to commission us yet? I've been waiting forever..."

"These things can't be rushed, can they?" Zhou Han paused.

"I know it can't be rushed, but the club is so deserted, it's making me feel down..." Song Mingyuan said with a bitter face.

Zhou Han looked up at the ceiling and said, "I'm also feeling pretty bored. Can I borrow your toys to play with?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Han walked excitedly toward the cabinet where the figurines were kept.

As if electrocuted, Song Mingyuan stood up and stood in front of Zhou Han.

"Forget about it! Don't even think about taking my wife's clothes off again..." Song Mingyuan said with a look of disgust.

"I swear, I won't take my clothes off this time." Zhou Han was embarrassed.

"Get out of the way, there's no room for negotiation. If you dare touch my wife, you'll have to walk over my dead body first!" Song Mingyuan looked like a suicide squad member.

"Stingy..." Zhou Han muttered.

Knock, knock, knock—there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Han and Song Mingyuan were both struck dumb, and quickly returned to their seats, putting on the airs of top consultants, as professional as they could possibly be.

A beautiful young woman with shoulder-length hair walked in. She looked like a scholarly person, with a rabbit hair clip in her hair, revealing a playful side to her quiet demeanor.

"Is this the Seigaku office?" the girl asked as she walked in.

"Wang Linlin?!" Song Mingyuan exclaimed in surprise.

"Song Mingyuan!?" the girl exclaimed in surprise.

Zhou Han gave the two of them a strange look, thinking, "What? So they know each other..."

"What are you doing here?! Isn't this the Seigaku office? I remember you're from Seigaku, right?" Wang Linlin was a little confused.

“Our club has been reformed; it’s now called the Seigaku Office,” Song Mingyuan said, shrugging.

"Senior Song, do you two know each other?" Miyazaki Airi asked.

"Ah... I guess we know each other." Song Mingyuan paused. "She's a third-year student, just like me."

"Sigh..." Wang Linlin sighed, a look of disgust on her face. "I guess I'm just unlucky. I didn't expect it to be your otaku club. I guess I was never here..."

Wang Linlin waved her hand and turned to leave.

"No, no, no!" Song Mingyuan quickly blocked the door, preventing Wang Linlin from leaving. "We're a club that helps clients solve their problems now, not a literary club!"

“I know…” Wang Linlin nodded. “If I didn’t know, how would I have found this place?”

"Then let's sit down and have a chat," Song Mingyuan persisted.

"I don't think that's necessary..." Wang Linlin hesitated, "A club for shut-ins, how could they possibly help people solve problems or anything..."

"I was rejected..." Zhou Han said softly.

"Isn't that obvious?" Miyazaki Airi said helplessly.

"Move aside, I have other things to do," Wang Linlin said, frowning.

"No!" Song Mingyuan knelt on the ground, tightly hugging Wang Linlin's leg, tears streaming down his face.

"Ugh... not again..." Miyazaki Airi was speechless.

"Why is he so adept at kneeling?" Zhou Han asked expressionlessly.

Wang Linlin kept pushing Song Mingyuan's head, saying with annoyance, "You're still the same as ever, still so annoying. Let go!"

"No!" Song Mingyuan said stubbornly. "We need your request. You're also the head of the club, you should understand my predicament, right?"

Wang Linlin tried her best to get rid of the annoying plaster, but to no avail. Helplessly, she rubbed her forehead and said, "Okay, I understand. Let go of it first, and let's talk."

"Alright!" Song Mingyuan quickly let go, arranged the chairs, and said, "Please sit down."

Wang Linlin felt embarrassed as she looked at Song Mingyuan, who had suddenly become decisive and efficient. She felt like she had been tricked.

Chapter Thirty-One: Conservatism and Reform

"Where to begin?" Wang Linlin frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "I came here today because my club is having some problems. I saw your club's flyer in the counseling room earlier, so I thought I'd come and take a look, but I didn't expect it to be this nerdy club..."

Wang Linlin looked at Song Mingyuan with a sense of frustration.

“I didn’t expect your club to reform…” Wang Linlin paused, “But is what you’re doing really a good thing? It completely goes against the club’s traditions and the expectations of the previous year’s seniors.”

“I can’t do anything about it…” Song Mingyuan shrugged and said helplessly, “If we don’t reform, the gang will really disappear from the historical stage with me.”

"Is that so..." Wang Linlin smiled dismissively. "I look down on you a bit. Using crooked methods to keep the club going. I remember Seigaku Club was a literature club, but now it's a consulting club. Even its nature has changed. Is this still the club that the upperclassmen entrusted to you?"

“This…” Song Mingyuan was speechless.

"Forget it, it's good enough that this place hasn't turned into a den of nerds. But your opportunistic methods do make me a little uncomfortable..." Wang Linlin shook her head and looked at Song Mingyuan, saying, "Considering we're old acquaintances, I'll entrust this to you this time."

"Leave it to us, we're all professionals." Song Mingyuan gave a thumbs up.

Wang Linlin rolled her eyes and said calmly, "This isn't something that happened recently; it's a problem that's always existed in our club, but it's gotten increasingly serious lately."

"What is it?" Song Mingyuan asked.

“Our club’s publication is unpopular; it’s always at the bottom of the popularity charts. And recently, there have been calls within the student union to abolish our club’s publication. If we don’t come up with a solution, we might really ruin all the hard work of our predecessors,” Wang Linlin said with a worried expression.