My sister never calls me brother.

Regarding this matter, Zhou Han still felt that Miyazaki Airi was quite amazing. A girl from a foreign country could integrate into the new class so easily, while he, a native, had never been able to integrate into the group.

Perhaps it's because of his eccentric personality...

Zhou Han sometimes felt inferior, thinking that he was no match for Miyazaki Airi. Even though he was her older brother, he couldn't help her with many things, which made it difficult for him to feel any sense of superiority as her older brother.

As the older brother, he was taken care of by his younger sister. No matter how you look at it, he seems useless, right?

Zhou Han, a boy in his adolescence, occasionally has many fantasies, commonly known as daydreams, and the object of his fantasies is often Gu Bai.

For Zhou Han, someone like Gu Bai is exactly what he admires: being surrounded by a group of people every day, unintentionally captivating countless young girls, and most importantly, being kind-hearted, reliable, and approachable.

Zhou Han secretly wanted to be like Gu Bai, but his awkward personality prevented him from doing so, and he couldn't learn it...

There is only one perfect person, and that person will never be Zhou Han.

Delusion is delusion, reality is reality; this is the only thing Zhou Han has learned: to see himself clearly and to recognize reality.

When Zhou Han arrived at the club activity room, she only saw Lin Nianwei there, quietly reading a book in solitude.

"Um..." Zhou Han paused, then said, "Where are Little Dot and Senior Song?"

"..." Lin Nianwei didn't say a word. The already overcast sky made her look even more gloomy.

Seeing Lin Nianwei's indifferent reaction, Zhou Han scratched his head, put down his schoolbag, and sat down at a distance, thinking to himself, "Is she... still angry about what happened yesterday?"

"Um..." Zhou Han was about to speak when Zhou Han interrupted him.

"If you're going to apologize for what happened yesterday, then forget it," Lin Nianwei said without looking up or at Zhou Han. "I'm not angry, so there's no need to feel guilty."

"..." Zhou Han opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Lin Nianwei's words carried an unquestionable tone.

So Zhou Han kept everything to himself. If he said anything now, Lin Nianwei would probably ignore him.

The club activity room fell silent again, the two of them standing far apart, neither speaking.

Zhou Han discovered that without a commission, the two had almost nothing in common. In fact, without the Seigaku Agency, they wouldn't even sit in the same room; they would simply be like strangers, drifting further and further apart in opposite directions...

Time passed by unnoticed. Zhou Han had a habit of feeling sleepy on cloudy days, and she was dozing off with her face propped up on the table.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Nianwei closed her book, picked up her schoolbag, and stood up.

Zhou Han was awakened by the noise. After regaining some consciousness, she checked the time and realized it was time to leave school.

Lin Nianwei glanced at Zhou Han and left the activity room directly.

Zhou Han patted her face to clear her mind, picked up her schoolbag, and left...

The rain outside showed no signs of stopping; the raindrops rhythmically tapped against the glass of the club activity room.

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Chapter Sixty-Four: The Youth of Yesteryear

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and not a single ray of sunlight could be seen.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon, but it was as dark as night.

The rain poured down suddenly, the dense raindrops like a veil, layer upon layer, moving with the wind.

The players in the distance had turned on their lights early on, their lights flickering and changing from bright to dim.

Lin Nianwei stood at the entrance of the teaching building, waiting for her father to pick her up.

But instead of the father receiving the call, he received a phone call.

"Dad is working overtime tonight, so you can go home by yourself."

"I understand," Lin Nianwei replied.

Did you bring an umbrella?

"..." Lin Nianwei hesitated for a moment, then said, "I brought it."

After giving his daughter a few more instructions, Mr. Lin hung up the phone.

Lin Nianwei listened to the dial tone without speaking, put away her phone, and stared blankly at the torrential rain under the dark clouds...

She didn't actually bring an umbrella because her father rarely worked overtime and usually picked her up, but today was an exception.

Lin Nianwei knew that her father wouldn't work overtime unless there was a problem at work, so she could only reassure him and let him focus on his work.

She took a book out of her bag and continued reading. This time, she had switched to "The Sorrows of Young Werther," indicating that she had already finished reading "Jane Eyre."

At this point, Lin Nianwei could only hope that the rain would lessen before leaving, otherwise there was nothing else she could do.

Zhou Han came out with an umbrella, but she didn't expect Lin Nianwei to still be there, even though she had come out earlier than her.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I'll read for a while before I leave," Lin Nianwei replied.

"Really..." Zhou Han nodded, and without asking Lin Nianwei if she had brought an umbrella, she went to the door and opened her umbrella.

The torrential rain outside, with the thunderous sound of raindrops hitting the ground, created a stark contrast with the quietness inside the teaching building.

Zhou Han stared blankly at the awful weather outside, lost in thought. He turned to look at Lin Nianwei, puzzled. Why was she reading here? Were world classics that captivating?

"Um..." Zhou Han paused, then asked, "Didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Lin Nianwei looked up at him and said, "I brought it."

"Okay, I'll be going now..." Zhou Han raised her umbrella and left.

Lin Nianwei glanced at Zhou Han's retreating figure, hesitating to speak, but he had already walked far away.

She had considered asking Zhou Han for help, but she couldn't quite let go of her pride.

If she asks for help once, there might be a second time, or even more. She doesn't want to be helped by anyone, not even Zhou Han.

Because of my journey, a sense of aloofness has become ingrained in my very being.

30 minutes later—

The torrential rain continues, and it looks like it's unlikely to stop anytime soon.

Lin Nianwei felt a little irritable for some reason, perhaps because the sound of raindrops hitting the ground was too loud?

She couldn't concentrate on the book in her hand anymore. She looked up, frowned, and glanced at the rain outside.

A misty rain curtain floated gently as a figure slowly walked towards Lin Nianwei.

Zhou Han returned for some reason. He put away his umbrella, touched his nose, and said, "You really didn't bring an umbrella, did you?"

Lin Nianwei was stunned. She hadn't expected Zhou Han to come back so suddenly; it was quite unexpected.

"I brought it," Lin Nianwei emphasized again, still not bowing her head.

Zhou Han hadn't actually gone far; she was watching Lin Nianwei from a distance.

After waiting for half an hour and seeing that Lin Nianwei still hadn't left, Zhou Han already knew—she hadn't brought an umbrella at all.

Because at this time normally, Lin Nianwei would have already left.

Zhou Han shook the water off the umbrella, handed it to Lin Nianwei, and said, "Here you go."

Lin Nianwei glanced at the umbrella and said indifferently, "No need."

Zhou Han paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "Consider it my apology for using you to shield me from the water yesterday..."

Lin Nianwei wanted to say something to refuse, but Zhou Han didn't give her the chance.

"Catch!" Zhou Han tossed the umbrella to Lin Nianwei.

Lin Nianwei caught it somewhat hurriedly, looking at him with a hint of reproach.

"I'm really leaving this time, you should go home early too..." Zhou Han smiled and put her schoolbag on her head.

Lin Nianwei wanted to say something, but Zhou Han had already rushed out of the teaching building and was running wildly in the pouring rain.

Zhou Han let the wind and rain lash her, ignoring the potholes and mud ahead, she just kept running without looking back, it seemed like only a fool would do that.

Lin Nianwei stared blankly at Zhou Han's lonely and desolate figure, lost in thought, for the scene seemed strangely familiar...

A boy with a schoolbag on his head ran through the torrential rain, never looking back despite the mocking gazes of the crowd.

That was in their first year of high school, when they each had their own world—

Class 5 of the first year of high school, which is Lin Nianwei's class.

She was doing her duty at the time, wiping the windowsill.

Lin Nianwei glanced at the heavy rain outside and frowned. The weather can affect a person's mood to some extent, and she was no exception. She hated the gloomy and damp weather.

There were two girls chatting behind Lin Nianwei.

"I heard that Zhou Han from Class 3 injured someone again."

How serious is it?

"I heard he's already been hospitalized."

"Is it that serious? How did someone like him get into Jinteng Academy?"

“I heard he got in through the back door.”

"He got in through connections, no wonder he's like this. Don't his parents care about him?"

"The head of the teaching department said he has no parents."

"No wonder he's so ill-mannered, hehe..."

The two girls chuckled.

Lin Nianwei didn't turn around, but suddenly spoke up, "You guys have time to chat here, can't you get your work done? I can't leave until you've finished. Can you think about others?"

The two girls were stunned for a moment, then left with their basins of water, looking disgruntled, but the sound of them gossiping could still be heard.

"So what if she's good-looking? What's with the arrogance?"

"Exactly! We girls don't even talk to her."

"whee……"

Another burst of snickers came from behind her. Lin Nianwei sighed and continued wiping the windowsill.

But downstairs, a familiar figure was seen pacing back and forth in front of the teaching building, hesitating. It was Zhou Han.

Although Lin Nianwei and Zhou Han went to the same school, she never spoke to each other.