My sister never calls me brother.

Zhou Han realized that the more compliant she was with them, the more excessive they would become.

Zhou Han continued to throw out the trash, even increasing the volume, making the classroom noisy during self-study time.

There were only a few people who took the lead. Many others blindly followed the trend for different reasons. Some thought it was fun, some thought it was a way to bully others and instantly elevate their own status, and some joined in because they didn't want to be left behind by the majority. There were many other different reasons that came together.

Although their thoughts were different, they had one thing in common: they were quite happy.

If Zhou Han doesn't implicate others, her resilience is actually quite high. Let those around her say what they want...

He didn't know when he developed these negative emotions. Perhaps Zhou Han himself didn't realize that he was drifting further and further away from his original goal.

The criticism continued, and many people were talking about Zhou Han. Taking advantage of their numbers, they became bolder and their words became increasingly harsh.

They all wanted to see Zhou Han back down so they could swagger around like victors.

"Ahem!" Li Yang coughed lightly, but not loudly. He swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly stood up.

While most people were discussing Zhou Han, Li Yang's actions attracted a lot of attention, with everyone turning to look at him.

"Hmph hmph hmph hmph..." Li Yang covered his left eye, shook his school uniform, and said in a childish tone, "What a bunch of hopeless fools! I, the most noble Demon King of the Dark Continent, know an ironclad fact: I am the one responsible for taking out the trash today!"

Everyone looked at him, feeling that his words were meaningless, and remained silent.

The anger suddenly turned into embarrassment...

"Ahem!" Li Yang coughed to cover up his embarrassment and said, "Anyway... I'll go take out the trash..."

Li Yang walked to the back, intending to get a trash can.

"Who told you to go?" Feng Jiarui suddenly spoke up from the silence.

“Um…” Li Yang stiffened, his eyes darting around as he said, “I…I’m on duty, aren’t I?”

"With Zhou Han there, who gave you permission to go?" Feng Jiarui asked.

"This... ha... ha..." Li Yang chuckled dryly a few times.

"Just be a good idiot and mind your own business. Do you want to become like that guy behind you?" Feng Jiarui threatened.

Miyazaki Airi frowned and looked at Feng Jiarui with great dissatisfaction. She used to think he was just a chatterbox, but she didn't expect him to be quite bad.

Li Yang licked his lips and forced a smile, not daring to speak much. He thought he could get away with it, but Feng Jiarui was staring intently at Zhou Han and had no intention of letting him go.

"That's enough, isn't it?!" Liu Yue couldn't stand it anymore either. She looked at Feng Jiarui and said, "It's always you guys setting the pace. Is it fun to always focus on one person?"

"Shut up!" Feng Jiarui was a little angry. She didn't expect that someone would keep jumping out one after another today. "Just a cow, does she think she can stand out just because she has a little more flesh on her chest?"

A series of snickers rippled through the room. Wang Qianqian, who sat at the same table, had initially been a radical opponent of Zhou Han, but in the past few days she had completely transformed into a reclusive sage, refusing to participate in any conflict.

"What did you say?!" Upon hearing Feng Jiarui's words, Liu Yue was filled with shame and indignation. A small flame ignited within her, and her temper flared up instantly. She wanted to go up and slap his mouth until it was ripped apart.

Liu Yue hates it when people joke about her breasts. Most girls with well-developed breasts don't realize their future or how much of an advantage they have over others during puberty. Right now, she just feels a little embarrassed, especially during PE class.

With a loud "thud!", Zhou Han slammed his fist on his desk, stood up, and looked extremely gloomy.

He thought he could just ignore it, but the reality was that he had implicated others again, this time two people. If he continued to pretend to be mute, it would be too undignified of him.

The whole class fell silent. Judging from Zhou Han's expression, someone was likely to suffer again. Many people who had been enthusiastically agreeing a moment ago were now acting as if it were none of their business, completely forgetting what they had just said.

Zhou Han's eyes looked a little strange. She glanced at the few people who had started the commotion, then stared intently at Feng Jiarui.

He didn't need to beat up everyone in the class; he only needed to teach the ringleader a lesson.

From the moment he arrived in the new class, he disliked this blond-haired boy.

Because Feng Jiarui's interpersonal skills are as cunning as a fox, she constantly flatters Gu Bai to attract everyone's attention, while also belittling others to increase her sense of superiority in front of others, just like the stinky fox in the story of the fox borrowing the tiger's power, it's exactly the same.

Zhou Han hates people like this who have no personality of their own but rely on others to make themselves look good.

He couldn't understand why Feng Jiarui was doing this, but ultimately this kind of opportunistic behavior would be fruitless and worthless.

Feng Jiarui and Zhou Han stared at each other, showing no fear whatsoever.

"What are you looking at me for? Go take out the trash! Everyone's waiting," Feng Jiarui said, further provoking him.

Although Feng Jiarui was acting under the orders of a girl, he worked very hard because, after all, it was in front of the girl he liked.

His goal was simple: to provoke Zhou Han.

This caused Zhou Han to hit someone, further damaging his character and making it impossible for him to stay in the class.

Hearing Feng Jiarui's sarcastic tone, Zhou Han actually nodded and laughed, which was very strange, but he didn't say anything.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Han picked up the trash can next to her and slowly left.

Everyone assumed Zhou Han had given in, and they all wore smug expressions, looking at him with the air of victors.

However, Zhou Han, carrying the trash can, stopped next to Feng Jiarui. He didn't look at Miyazaki Airi beside him; all he could see now was this hateful little blond guy.

"Heh, Zhou Han has a problem with me?" Feng Jiarui said with a sneer.

"No." Zhou Han looked at Feng Jiarui with a half-smile.

"If you don't have any, hurry up and take out the trash. What are you standing there for?" Feng Jiarui said impatiently.

"Okay, I'll pour it now." Zhou Han nodded.

"Huh?" Feng Jiarui didn't understand at first, but he understood the next second.

Zhou Han picked up the trash can and dumped it all over Feng Jiarui, who was sitting in the chair. Fruit peels, toilet paper, and all sorts of other trash poured down on him, some even getting stuck in his yellow hair.

A foul stench, the kind you only hear from a trash can, hit Feng Jiarui right in the head. Judging from his usually neatly combed hair, you could tell he cared a lot about his appearance.

Airi Miyazaki was right next to her. She exclaimed in surprise. The thing she feared most had happened, and it had reached a point of no return.

Feng Jiarui glared maliciously at Zhou Han and cursed, "I'll fuck you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Han slammed the empty trash can upside down on Feng Jiarui's head.

Zhou Han coldly watched Feng Jiarui's miserable state, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, as an unprecedented sense of pleasure welled up inside him.

This is the madness born from repression, hidden deep within Zhou Han's heart—his true nature, the evil side.

"Hehehe, hahahaha..."

Chapter 107 Transaction of Favors

Feng Jiarui did not resist or continue to hurl insults, because this was exactly the moment he had been waiting for. He had achieved his goal. Although he felt extremely humiliated, he felt that he had gained a little favor from the girl he liked, which made him feel like he had made a huge profit.

Everyone stared blankly at Zhou Han, who was laughing loudly.

The laughter was like a rabid dog released from its cage, barking gleefully, finally able to do evil.

After doing all that, Zhou Han still seemed unsatisfied. She grabbed Feng Jiarui by the tie of his school uniform, lifted him up, and prepared to give him a good beating to teach him a lesson and make him remember her name forever.

Just as he raised his fist, Miyazaki Airi spoke up.

“Zhou Han…” Miyazaki Airi’s tone was not calm, but it was very gentle, like a dream to Zhou Han.

Zhou Han was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at Miyazaki Airi next to him.

Her expression was hard to describe; it was a mix of sympathy and annoyance, her eyes fixed intently on him.

Zhou Han recalled the embarrassing kiss from last night...

It seems he really disappointed Miyazaki Airi's expectations and went down a path contrary to what was expected.

Zhou Han swallowed hard, his anger receding like the tide. His arm suddenly felt heavy, and he released Feng Jiarui.

He realized that although he felt relieved after doing these things, only a tragic reality awaited him.

Zhou Han didn't want it to be this way, nor was it what he truly desired.

Lin Nianwei, who had been silently reading, suddenly looked up. Although she had no expression, she was quite surprised.

It's worth noting that when Zhou Han was blinded by anger, Lin Nianwei tried to stop him, but she never succeeded.

But now Miyazaki Airi stopped after only calling her name, which Lin Nianwei found quite puzzling.

Lin Nianwei glanced at Zhou Han, then at Miyazaki Airi. She tried to deduce the relationship between the two, but the results were inaccurate. It seemed that some key link was being concealed.

At this moment, she began to have some doubts.

After leaving Feng Jiarui behind, Zhou Han walked out of the classroom alone without looking back.

Anyway, he couldn't stand staying in this class anymore.

I feel like everyone is hostile towards me.

Zhou Han felt he had been deceived by utopian fantasies. Many beautiful things were just things that people from the past had bragged about to deceive people like him. Those things in his dreams did not actually exist.

He chose to leave quietly, leaving behind a mess.

Like deserters abandoning their armor and weapons on the battlefield, what about national ideals, meritorious service, and the willingness to live and die together—

It's all fake!

It was September.

Autumn has quietly arrived.

The original gardenias have all turned into soil.

It vanished completely, leaving only quietly yellowing branches and leaves.

It swayed gently, seemingly about to collapse.

The 100-meter-long wisteria grove is a source of great pride for Jinteng College.

In fact, Zhou Han hadn't had a chance to see it more than a few times.

It is in this season that loneliness descends.

Zhou Han returned to his own place—a small corner under the wall of the teaching building.

Although he had been here not long ago, he felt a strange sense of familiarity this time.

Maybe it's because I've been too tired lately? Zhou Han comforted herself in her heart.

He looked up at the azure sky.

The arrival of autumn has made the clouds in the sky less turbulent and imposing than in summer.

They hang in twos and threes in the blue sky, like musical scores, composing melodies for an unknown audience.

Zhou Han felt all of this, let out a long sigh of relief, and felt much more relaxed.

Once again, Zhou Han's journey has been fraught with hardship. He seems to want to abandon everything, pack his bags, and run away, to become a carefree hermit, or more accurately, a useless person, living off his father's pension.