My sister never calls me brother.

“How stubborn…” Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“Maybe…” Zhou Han sighed, turned to his side on the bed, and said to Elizabeth in a seemingly relaxed manner, “Anyway, I’m not a very reliable person, nor am I someone that others can place high hopes on. That’s just how it is.”

"Hmm... I don't know why Master suddenly made this remark, and there's no reliable data on the internet, so I don't know how to answer." Elizabeth sat on Zhou Han's hand, swinging her legs, and said with a smile, "But according to Master's theory, there's always a way out, there's bound to be a solution~"

"Ha...that's true..." Zhou Han forced a smile.

Actually, Zhou Han didn't want to go to school anymore. Faced with so much pressure, he felt a sense of fear and wanted to escape.

He is not used to relying on others, and he knows that he will cause unnecessary trouble for others.

Why would someone who is already mired in danger drag others down with them when they are already stuck in the mire?

You can endure any amount of harm yourself, just grit your teeth and get through it, but if you involve others, it's hard to make amends.

No matter how strong he appears on the outside, he is actually—

Just like ordinary people.

Chapter 103 The Prelude to the Spread

The next day, Gu Bai still did not come to school.

Zhou Han stared at her graffiti-covered desk, clenched her teeth, and remained silent.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his knuckles were white from gripping his hands so tightly.

The chest rose and fell in sync with the rapid breathing.

At this moment, Zhou Han was like a small volcano, ready to erupt at any moment, spewing out the anger in his heart and burning everyone around him to ashes.

Why was Zhou Han so angry on this new morning? Had he finally reached his breaking point after enduring it for several days?

No, Zhou Han acted this way because his worst fears had come true...

In addition to the abusive language directed at him, Zhou Han's desktop now features another person, specifically Yao Xiaorui.

"Idiots like idiots!"

"A silly girl delivers lunchboxes!"

"A mentally challenged girl, she has something wrong with her brain."

……

Zhou Han's facial muscles were twitching incessantly, and her clenched teeth were making a grinding sound.

The world in his eyes suddenly turned gray and white, and everything around him lost its color.

Despite the graffiti by Yao Xiaorui, Zhou Han found it still full of color and constantly attracted his attention.

The whispers and laughter behind me were like a beginner playing the cello—devoid of rhythm and technique, simply swaying to their whims, revealing a mocking smile. No matter how glamorous the dress, no matter how grand the theater, the inherent ugliness was undeniable, until—

Until the strings of the instrument snap in anger.

"Tch!" Zhou Han bared his fangs like a wolf and slammed his schoolbag hard against his desk with a loud "thud".

The loud noise drew the attention of the students, and the whispers and giggles stopped abruptly.

Zhou Han turned around and glared at them angrily, her eyes fierce, giving the impression that she was ready to devour anyone.

Miyazaki Airi was stunned and speechless. It was the first time she had ever seen Zhou Han lose her temper like this, which frightened her a little.

"Xiao Yi, check the surveillance footage to see who wrote it?" Zhou Han asked in his mind.

"Okay... alright..." Elizabeth replied. She could sense Zhou Han's anger and found it difficult to stop him, so she could only obediently help.

next second.

"There are four or five people, but the one leading them is the duty roster leader," Elizabeth replied.

Upon hearing Elizabeth's reply, Zhou Han glanced at the student leader on duty from two days ago, clenched his fist, strode over, stopped beside him, his face dark and terrifying, looking down at him condescendingly.

The group leader on duty felt a little awkward under Zhou Han's gaze. He forced a smile and said, "What's wrong, Zhou Han? Is something the matter?"

"Don't you know what's going on?" Zhou Han asked coldly.

"What...what are you saying? I don't understand." The duty group leader was a little guilty, his eyes darting around.

"Really... You don't understand?" Zhou Han nodded, smiled, and said in a strange tone, "I can teach you."

"Wh...what do you mean?" The duty group leader looked at Zhou Han, his voice trembling slightly, and felt a tingling and itchy sensation on his scalp.

Zhou Han didn't say anything, but suddenly grabbed the duty group leader's hair and slammed his head hard against the desk.

The loud bang silenced the entire class, with a few students even exclaiming in surprise.

"Ugh..." The duty student leader grimaced in pain, trying his best to suppress the pain and protect his last bit of dignity. Although he had been treated violently, he did not refute or retaliate because of his guilty conscience and fear.

"Do you understand now?" Zhou Han asked expressionlessly, pressing down on the head of the duty group leader.

"Yes, yes, I understand..." The duty student leader showed an expression of unbearable pain.

Zhou Han did not let go of the duty group leader, but raised her head, looked at everyone, and scanned their eyes one by one.

Many people subconsciously avoided his gaze because Zhou Han was a bit scary now, as if he had turned back into the delinquent who could scare people away with just a look.

During this period, Zhou Han's constant forbearance led many people to believe that he was afraid, and they inexplicably joined the chorus of criticism. More and more people began to go too far and take advantage of his kindness.

If this continues, this behavior will become a source of fun, and may even become a form of entertainment within the class, and will continue indefinitely.

If it were only these things, Zhou Han could tolerate it, but...

He couldn't stand that his own problems were affecting others. Why should his issues cause trouble for completely unrelated people? Zhou Han couldn't understand it.

His pernicious influence, like a raging fire, has begun to spread, slowly starting from this class and beginning to burn everything related to him. Sooner or later, it will become a wildfire that is difficult to contain.

Zhou Han didn't think that much about it. Right now, he just wanted to attract everyone's hatred and didn't want Yao Xiaorui to be implicated or inexplicably scolded because of him.

If these are my faults that have caused this situation, then I will bear all the responsibility myself. This was Zhou Han's true thought after scanning the faces of many people.

"I'm telling you..." Zhou Han pressed down hard on the head of the duty group leader, still not letting go, her gaze looking elsewhere, and said loudly, "I don't care what you do to me, whether you play tricks behind my back or talk badly about me to others, but there's only one thing..."

Zhou Han looked at everyone and said in a very serious tone, "Don't drag people who have nothing to do with me into this. This is a warning, but I really won't be polite next time."

He let go of the duty group leader's head, went to get a rag, and wiped the graffiti on his desk.

Zhou Han's words were meant for everyone to hear, and he thought they could curb the negative impact. However, he forgot that violence and fear can only solve the surface problems and cannot eliminate the root cause.

Zhou Han, who was wiping the table, had her back to everyone, and no one was whispering or secretly sneering anymore.

On the surface, things have indeed improved, at least the growing arrogance has been curbed.

but--

Discontent grew wildly, like weeds.

The anger could not extinguish it completely.

Third grade, recess.

Song Mingyuan took his recent club activity records to the teachers' office.

Without even knocking, he pushed the door open and went inside.

Upon entering, it felt like stepping into a burning house, with smoke billowing around. Dong Yingxue was putting out her cigarette, looking somewhat flustered and annoyed.

"Oops~" Song Mingyuan chuckled and scratched his head, saying, "Looks like I came at the worst possible time, sorry to bother you, teacher~ Haha! Hahaha!"

Song Mingyuan glanced at the bright red sign on the wall, the four big characters "No Smoking" clearly visible. He thought to himself, what a stupid sign. For most smokers, it's just a decoration, let alone a tough woman.

"You bastard, don't you know how to knock first?" Dong Yingxue said with a frown and a hint of anger.

“Well…” Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses and said, “I never knock before entering public places.”

"Forget it..." Dong Yingxue shook her head impatiently and said, "What are you doing here all of a sudden today? If you have anything that needs to be signed, just bring it over quickly, sign it, and get out of here."

"He's clearly my senior, how heartless..." Song Mingyuan smiled bitterly and touched his chest.

"Huh!?" Dong Yingxue leaned back in her chair and said lazily, "So what?"

"Uh...not very good..." Song Mingyuan said somewhat awkwardly, placing the document on Dong Yingxue's desk. "This is a record of recent club activities. It needs to be signed. I wouldn't bother you unless it's something important."

Dong Yingxue sighed, frowned, picked up the document, glanced at it briefly, and began to sign it quickly.

After a while, seeing that the documents were almost signed, Song Mingyuan finally spoke.

"I heard that you talked to my colleague Zhou Han about something last weekend?"

Upon hearing this, Dong Yingxue suddenly stopped signing her name and said, "So that's how it is. This is your real purpose for coming. Just say it, what do you want?"

"Haha! You really are straightforward. Um..." Song Mingyuan grinned slyly, as if talking about a trivial matter, "that bet about leaving the group... can it be voided?"

"No." Dong Yingxue threw her pen on the desk and looked up at Song Mingyuan.

"Hmm... isn't leaving the group a bit too serious?" Song Mingyuan said shamelessly.

"This matter..." Dong Yingxue paused, then said seriously, "No matter how shameless you are in pleading, it's useless."

Song Mingyuan's expression stiffened, his smile vanished, and he suddenly became serious, saying, "Why do we have to go to this extent?"

"Why!?" Dong Yingxue was stunned for a moment, then continued, "Of course, it's to protect the seeds of Seigaku..."

"No, no, no..." Song Mingyuan waved his hands repeatedly and retorted, "I cannot agree with your approach. You are not protecting them, you are simply diminishing the new generation of Seigaku."

"You're saying he's a rising star?" Dong Yingxue said with a half-smile, her tone flippant. "I don't see it that way at all. Are you kidding me?"

“I know Zhou Han doesn’t look so good right now, but teacher, have you forgotten a certain important characteristic of people?” Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses.

"What characteristics?" Dong Yingxue crossed her long legs, revealing her curves.

“Growth potential,” Song Mingyuan said seriously. “No one stays the same forever. Everyone changes gradually. Even if Zhou Han is an idiot, he will become reliable one day.”

Dong Yingxue smiled and said nonchalantly, "Grow up? How long will that take? Can your little club wait?"

“This…” Song Mingyuan didn’t know how to answer. The current Seigaku Agency was not as good as the Seigaku Society of the past, and they were not even in the same league.

"I think I know why you're taking the risk to keep him. Is it because you see a reflection of yourself back then? You want to keep him out of selfishness, just like your seniors in the club did under pressure to keep you?" Dong Yingxue said with a half-smile.

Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses, looked at Teacher Dong for a moment, hesitated, then nodded and said—

“You’re right, I don’t deny that.”

Chapter 104 Qing Xue’s Fangs

"Oh? You're quite honest..." Dong Yingxue was a little surprised and continued, "I thought you would try to argue your way out of it."

"The reason I don't deny it is... I didn't do anything wrong." Song Mingyuan paused, then spread his hands and said, "I won't be like you, teacher, arbitrarily negating a person's entire value just because they made a mistake. I know you are a senior member of Seigaku, and not only do you have feelings for it, but I do too. Perhaps you are considering this because of the continuation of Seigaku, but—"