My sister never calls me brother.

“The answer is just two words…” Elizabeth held up two fingers.

"What?" Zhou Han frowned.

"**." Elizabeth paused, then waved her hand, projecting a dense array of data. She continued, "According to the data, **websites account for approximately 12% of all websites globally, and **content downloads account for 35% of the entire internet. Do you know what that means?"

"Ah..." Zhou Han had just opened his mouth when Elizabeth interrupted him.

“That shows the market is huge!” Elizabeth paused, pointed to a projected statistic, and said, “**The viewership of **content** is higher than that of video websites and BBC television. What does that mean?”

“Um…” Zhou Han tried to interrupt Elizabeth, but failed.

"This shows there's a huge market demand!" Elizabeth was quite pleased with her insightful analysis and continued, "A third of those browsing ** content are women. Do you know what that means?"

Zhou Han remained expressionless and silent, calmly watching Elizabeth.

"How stupid! It just means that explicit content appeals to both men and women!" Elizabeth said proudly, hands on her hips, laughing. "So as long as you add explicit content to the magazine, increasing its popularity is a piece of cake. No need to thank me, I'm just that clever because I'm blessed by the heavens, oh ho ho..."

"Are you done talking?" Zhou Han asked.

“Now that I’ve said all that, I’ll allow you to kiss my high heels as a thank you…” Elizabeth lifted her leg.

"Thank you my ass..." Zhou Han said with a dark face, paused, and said, "Your method will only make the magazine a bunch of thirsty boys take it back to collect. Although it can increase the popularity in a short time, it is only a temporary solution and will not have a good impact on our club's reputation. Most importantly, this is a campus magazine, and all illegal content will be banned!"

Zhou Han directly used Lin Nianwei's remarks about herself to retort to Elizabeth. The feeling of verbally sparring with someone was simply too enjoyable.

"Why didn't you say it was the school publication earlier?" Elizabeth said, embarrassed. "And what you just said was very comprehensive. Who taught you that?"

"Do I even need to be taught?" Zhou Han mimicked Elizabeth's proud demeanor, grinning slyly. "Who told me to be so lucky? I'm just that smart, oh ho ho..."

"You wicked master, you're not allowed to imitate me!" Elizabeth pointed at Zhou Han and said angrily, looking very dissatisfied.

"Alright!" Zhou Han waved his hand. "Your method won't work. Go play somewhere else and don't bother me."

"Wait a minute!" Elizabeth stood in front of the computer, trying to get Zhou Han's attention. "I have another idea..."

"Tsk!" Zhou Han clicked her tongue, helplessly threw down the mouse, covered her head, lay back in the chair, and said, "Fine, keep going, let's see what tricks you can come up with today?"

"Ahem!" Elizabeth coughed twice and said, "If the content isn't good, we'll work on the headlines, which means we'll become clickbaiters!"

"Clickbait?" Zhou Han asked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"It's about using catchy headlines to grab attention, or to put it simply, using a title that doesn't match the content. For example..." Elizabeth thought for a moment and said, "A female celebrity was forcibly kissed by an animal, but after reading the article, it turns out the female celebrity was just kissing a puppy; or, a girl had three abortions, will that be okay? Actually, the content is about the girl having three car tire abortions; or, telling a vivid and beautiful story, but ending with a question like 'Which excavator technology is the best?' Or..."

“Enough…” Zhou Han covered her face and said, “I think if we do this, the news industry will be beaten to death by the onlookers.”

“It’s alright,” Elizabeth said enticingly. “Although this method is a bit underhanded, many people in the press use it, and it always works.”

“This…” Zhou Han hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, let’s keep this clickbait plan as an alternative.”

"Tch!" Elizabeth said, crossing her arms in dissatisfaction. "I spent all my time coming up with an alternative plan."

"Alright! Move aside, let me see if there's a more respectable way to do it." Zhou Han waved his hand.

"I have another idea! I have another idea!" Elizabeth raised her little hand and waved it incessantly. "This is definitely not some underhanded method."

“Then you can continue.” Zhou Han nodded.

“We’re going for an entertainment style,” Elizabeth said mysteriously.

"Entertainment style?" Zhou Han was completely confused.

“The hottest news right now is all about the entertainment industry. I’ve already come up with a gimmick: …In order to save the club, the girls have decided to debut as idols. What do you think?” Elizabeth asked tentatively.

"Haha..." Zhou Han laughed out loud. He imagined Wang Linlin dancing on stage dressed in a flashy outfit, and it felt very incongruous.

"What are you laughing at?" Elizabeth asked, puzzled.

“I don’t think the idea of ​​having the senior from the journalism club debut as an idol will work. That senior is a very traditional person,” Zhou Han explained.

"Becoming an idol is just a metaphor. What I mean is to package up the school's celebrities and use their popularity to increase the magazine's own popularity," Elizabeth said earnestly.

"Are there any famous people at our school?" Zhou Han wondered.

“As long as the name is well-known enough to cover the school, that’s fine. Gu Bai would be good, as would Lin Nianwei and Miyazaki,” Elizabeth thought for a moment.

“Miyazaki?” Zhou Han chuckled. “Stop joking around…”

"Don't equate your aesthetic sense with others'..." Elizabeth said helplessly.

Zhou Han thought about it carefully, and after a while, asked, "This method might work. How exactly do we do it?"

"Hehe!" Elizabeth giggled happily, flew to Zhou Han's ear, and whispered, "Like this... and then..."

The two began to whisper to each other.

The next day, the four members of Qingxue Agency gathered together for a meeting—

“Then…” Song Mingyuan said in a low voice, “now bring out your plans.”

Zhou Han and the other two stared at Song Mingyuan, and no one spoke first.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Get the plan!" Song Mingyuan was exasperated.

"What about your plan? As the leader, shouldn't you have told me first?" Zhou Han said with a dark face.

"I... this..." Song Mingyuan said awkwardly.

"Alright, I'll go first." Lin Nianwei sighed and said slowly, "I read the news agency's publication yesterday, and I found that their target audience has a big problem. They should make timely adjustments to make the publication more accessible to ordinary high school students..."

Lin Nianwei spoke for almost half an hour about her plan, providing a comprehensive explanation of everything from the overall issues of the publication to the details. She also offered her own improvement methods and suggestions for the future direction of the publication.

Zhou Han was stunned. She didn't even notice when the pen in her hand fell to the ground. She thought to herself, "What was the point of me staying up all night to come up with this plan?!"

"This is my written plan." Lin Nianwei handed a thick stack of documents to Song Mingyuan.

Song Mingyuan accepted it with both hands sincerely and said, "As expected of our club's top advisor, you've thought of everything."

"I haven't thought that much about it, but I am thinking about suggestions for entertainment facilities, restaurants, and transportation within and around the school..." Miyazaki Airi said demurely.

Over the next ten minutes, Airi Miyazaki explained her plans, which were basically all related to the students' lives, aiming to make the publication more accessible and serve all students.

Zhou Han glanced at Miyazaki Airi and thought to herself, "It seems she did her homework last night too. Miyazaki's plan seems closer to the realities of the community, turning the publication into a lifestyle guide, which subtly aligns with Lin Nianwei's plan..."

"This is my project proposal." Miyazaki Airi handed her folder to Song Mingyuan.

Song Mingyuan accepted it with both hands, smiling as he said, "As expected of Miyazaki-kun, he always plays an important role at crucial moments."

Airi Miyazaki smiled.

"Ah..." Song Mingyuan looked at Zhou Han, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay! That's fine! I'm going to find Wang Linlin."

"Hey! Didn't you even ask me?!" Zhou Han stood up. "This preferential treatment is too obvious! I protest!!!"

"Uh, you made plans too?" Song Mingyuan was stunned.

"Of course! I've been staying up all night to make the plan!" Zhou Han said dejectedly.

"Alright, go ahead and tell me," Song Mingyuan said calmly.

"This is my written plan." Zhou Han took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it over, which looked rather shabby compared to the previous two.

Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses and glanced at Zhou Han's written plan.

"In order to save their club, the girls decide to debut as idols?"

Song Mianyuan looked completely bewildered, then looked up and said—

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

Chapter Thirty-Three: Hitting a Wall

"What kind of plan is this..." Miyazaki Airi complained, "Is this some kind of inspirational drama?"

“It’s a celebrity packaging plan.” Zhou Han paused and continued, “We’ll open an interview column in the magazine, package popular figures on campus into idols, and use their popularity to increase the magazine’s popularity. This will increase both entertainment and interest.”

Song Mingyuan stroked his chin and said quietly, "That's interesting, continue..."

“Well…” Zhou Han scratched his head and said, “The celebrities on campus seem too mysterious to ordinary students, even to the point of being demonized. With this column, I think more people can understand that these so-called campus celebrities are just like everyone else, with their own joys and sorrows, and that these mavericks can better integrate into campus life.”

After a moment's thought, Song Mingyuan had other plans in mind. He nodded and said, "This plan is adopted..."

"But where can we find famous people on campus?" Miyazaki Airi frowned.

Zhou Han thought for a moment and said helplessly, "No matter how I think about it, I can only think of Gu Bai. That guy is not only very popular in the second year, but I heard he is also very popular in the first and third years. I just don't know if he can help?"

"Tsk!" Song Mingyuan clicked his tongue and said with dissatisfaction, "It's not like we don't have idol-level people at home, why do we have to ask outsiders for help? Aren't there two national-level beauties right here?"

Lin Nianwei looked down at her book, as if she hadn't heard anything.

"Huh!?" Miyazaki Airi was stunned for a moment, then pointed to herself, "Me?"

"Yes! It's you." Song Mingyuan nodded.

"No! No! I'm not some beautiful girl..." Miyazaki Airi surprisingly became a little shy.

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen someone so self-aware..." Zhou Han exclaimed.

"Tch!" Miyazaki Airi's face darkened, and she delivered an elbow strike to Zhou Han's stomach.

"Pfft—!" Zhou Han clutched her stomach in pain, trembling as she lay on the table.

"Oh~" Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses and said in a fawning tone, "Miyazaki-san, there's no need to belittle yourself. Apart from your small chest, you're great in every other way..."

"Senior, may I kill you?" Miyazaki Airi stared at Song Mingyuan with a dark face, exuding murderous intent.

Song Mingyuan whistled, pretending that nothing had happened.

“I refuse to be packaged as an idol,” Lin Nianwei suddenly said.

"Why? This is a good thing..." Song Mingyuan was puzzled.

"Idols are nothing more than fulfilling other people's fantasies, and their photos might even be used as material for some people's sexual fantasies at night," Lin Nianwei said expressionlessly.

"Vi-chan is right, it does feel a bit disgusting when I think about it." Miyazaki Airi frowned, looking utterly disgusted.

“Even if you don’t become idols, you can’t stop people from fantasizing about you. It’s not illegal to imagine things…” Zhou Han interjected from the side.

“That makes sense!” Song Mingyuan nodded.

Miyazaki Airi and Lin Nianwei both looked at Zhou Han with disgusted expressions, as if they were looking at a fly.

"Ahem! I'm not going to say anything..." Zhou Han coughed lightly and covered her mouth.

"Let's just forget about the interview..." Miyazaki Airi said seriously.

Song Mingyuan suddenly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said, "No! The revival of the club depends on you all..."

"Here we go again..." Miyazaki Airi was speechless.