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"The bulletin board has already been cleaned up once today. Usually, every association comes to publicize. The leaflets will be very thick, but today they are very thin."

"Dizzy, I just posted it for less than a day, and I cleaned it up..." Song Mingyuan was a little crazy.

"Then just paste one up." Zhou Han said.

"That's the only way." Song Mingyuan took out the leaflet and glue, "It seems that today is wasted again."

"There's no need to post it," Lin Nianwei said.

"Ah? Why?" Song Mingyuan scratched his head.

"It's hard to have a publicity effect." Lin Nianwei said in a flat tone.

"It's better than nothing, right?" Zhou Han interjected.

Lin Nianwei glanced at Zhou Han, but said nothing.

ignore me! ! !Zhou Han was embarrassed.

"Could it be that you usually happily watch the small advertisements on the street?" Lin Nianwei asked back.

Zhou Han looked up and thought for a while, and suddenly realized that posting the leaflets here, not only will no one look at it, but it will make people feel bored, and it will make others think that Qingxue Office is an empty society with nothing to do. Think carefully, the school's No one in a large society will post leaflets.

"If you don't put up leaflets, is there any other way?" Song Mingyuan asked while rubbing his chin.

"Isn't our club helping students with problems? Then where will such people gather?" Lin Nianwei didn't say it directly.

"I know!" Miyazaki Airi said, "The school's counseling office for psychologists, many people will feel psychological pressure when they encounter problems, and they will go there to complain."

"That's right, but this is just one of them, there is another place..." Lin Nianwei nodded.

"Where else? Infirmary?" Song Mingyuan asked tentatively.

"I don't remember that the association has medical services." Lin Nianwei paused, and said in a strange tone, "There is also a place that someone often goes to."

Miyazaki Airi turned her head and stared at Zhou Han

Now Miyazaki Airi has developed the habit of staring at Zhou Han when she hears someone.

"Ah!?" Zhou Han pointed to himself, "Someone is referring to me?"

Zhou Han sighed helplessly, thought about it seriously, and then suddenly thought of it, covered his face and didn't speak.

"Hey! Are you talking? Why are you blushing?" Miyazaki Airi said urgently.

"It should be...the Department of Political...Politics and Education." Zhou Han said depressedly, "It's there for dealing with the aftermath of every fight."

"Ah..." Miyazaki Airi looked down on Zhou Han, "No wonder you cover your face."

"Do we need to go to these two places to promote?" Song Mingyuan adjusted his glasses.

Lin Nianwei nodded, "Just let the teachers in the psychological counseling room and the Political and Educational Office recommend it. Our activities will reduce their workload, and there is no reason to refuse."

"Okay! Let's do it like this! I have already seen the bright future of the revival of the association! Hehehe..." Although Song Mingyuan said so, he thought in his heart that after the revival of the association, the activity funds will increase, and how much money will be spent on his wife Who is better?

"That's how it is, it's getting late, I'll go back first." Lin Nianwei turned and left, opened the book and looked down.

"Wei-chan, see you tomorrow!" Miyazaki Airi waved her hand.

Lin Nianwei's body froze, she quickened her pace, bowed her head and walked away.

"Tomorrow, Senior Song, go to the counseling room to promote it." Miyazaki Airi said.

"Why me?" Song Mingyuan was dissatisfied, "I still want to see my wife."

"If you don't go, you will only see your wife in the trash can tomorrow." Miyazaki Airi said expressionlessly.

"It's too much!!!" Song Mingyuan was terrified.

"The political and religious department, let...someone go." Miyazaki Airi was referring to Zhou Han.

"Ah!? It's me again?" Zhou Han was self-aware this time, but he waved his hands again and again, "I... I don't want to go! Besides, why should I go?"

"You are the most familiar, who else will you go to if you don't?" Miyazaki Airi said while hugging her chest.

"Uh..." Zhou Han felt that this sentence made sense, and he couldn't refute it.

"Hmm..." Miyazaki Airi thought for a while, "It seems that there is nothing else, so let's leave it at that!"

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Han raised his hand.

"What are you doing? Do you have an opinion?" Miyazaki Airi frowned.

"Yes! You and Lin Nianwei don't seem to be doing much work inside and out?" Zhou Han raised his eyebrows.

"That's right! After saying that, I realized that the work was done by both of us!" Song Mingyuan raised his fist and shouted loudly, "Protest!!!"

"The protest is invalid!" Miyazaki Airi curled her lips and said, "Wei-chan has paid for the mental work, so there is no need to work."

"Okay, I admit it!" Zhou Han nodded helplessly, and said with a dark face, "What about you!? You really don't seem to have done anything?"

"I... I helped assign work!" Miyazaki Airi said confidently, she put her hands on her face, pretending to be shy and said, "Besides, she is a girl, how can she work?"

A crow flew over the heads of Zhou Han and Song Mingyuan——

Chapter 18 The Prodigal Son Turns Back

Zhou Han looked solemnly, looking at Elizabeth on the phone.

The whole room could hear the sound of a needle falling quietly, and Elizabeth on the phone also had a serious expression, as if she was facing a big enemy, as if she was facing an unprecedented major crisis.

"Are you ready?" Zhou Han asked in a deep voice.

"Hmm..." Elizabeth frowned, "Wait a minute, I'll brew it up for a while."

10 minutes passed—

"Are you ready this time?" Zhou Han said seriously.

"Hmm..." Elizabeth, who closed her eyes, opened one eye, "I'm not ready, wait a little longer."

"Okay..." Zhou Han leaned on his face.

Two 10 minutes later—

"Snoring..." Zhou Han leaned on his face and fell asleep sitting up.

A gust of cold wind blew past, Zhou Han shivered, woke up, and rubbed his eyes.

"Get ready..." Zhou Han looked down at Elizabeth, and choked back the second half of the sentence.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-" lying on the screen on the phone, fell asleep naively, breathing evenly and rhythmically, and the snot bubbles on Qiong's nose grew bigger and smaller as she breathed.

Zhou Han looked at Elizabeth with a gloomy face.

The two had made an appointment, and when Elizabeth was ready, Zhou Han would charge her to save her from making that embarrassing noise, but she fell asleep and looked very quiet.

"Hey! Wake up!" Zhou Han poked her with his finger.

"Hmm..." Elizabeth sat up sleepily and rubbed her eyes, "It's dawn? Dinner is ready..."

"Drink your sister! If I don't charge my phone, what will I use tomorrow? Are you ready?" Zhou Han asked with dark circles under his eyes.

"Hmm..." Elizabeth sat cross-legged.

"Don't 'hmm' anymore, I can't wait anymore, I will definitely fall asleep within three seconds after touching the pillow." Zhou Han said wearily.

"I'm not ready yet," Elizabeth said frankly.

Zhou Han stared at Elizabeth blankly for three seconds.

"Okay." Zhou Han nodded, picked up the charger unceremoniously, and forced to charge it regardless of 21.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Elizabeth exclaimed, "It's over, it's over! I'm about to be forcibly penetrated by the evil master!"

"Pfft!" Zhou Han almost lost his breath, and said with black lines all over his head, "Your lines are really getting worse..."

"Evil master, you...you can't consider my wishes if you do this kind of thing? It's so tough, really..." Elizabeth said shyly, blushing.

Zhou Han's expression froze, he put down the charger helplessly, and covered his face.

Is this still my phone?Obviously one day ago it was normal, but one day later it turned out to be fine! ! !Zhou Han was a little crazy.

"I just want to charge my phone! Is that okay?" Zhou Han said in a pleading tone.

"Okay." Elizabeth nodded, which was refreshing.

"Then can you stop talking?"

"Well..." Elizabeth covered her mouth.

Zhou Han nodded in satisfaction, picked up the charger, aimed it at the socket, and said, "I'm going to fuck."

"Hmm—" Elizabeth blushed and nodded firmly.

Zhou Han took a deep breath, and thrust in forcefully.

"Ahh~" Elizabeth still couldn't hold on, and cried out.

Zhou Han was frightened again, sweating profusely, and suddenly had a quick wit, and then yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zhou Han stopped talking only after Elizabeth stopped.

"Master, you... what's your name?" Elizabeth was puzzled.

"I'm not trying to cover your voice." Zhou Han whispered.

"Zhou Han!!!" Miyazaki Airi roared from across the living room.

Call him by his first name!Still call me hello, that who, someone, I can still accept... Zhou Han wiped his sweat.

"If you don't sleep so late, what's your name!?" Miyazaki Airi's voice smelled like gunpowder.

"I..." Zhou Han thought for a while and said, "My leg is cramping!"

Miyazaki Airi didn't speak, and the house was quiet for a while.

"Go to sleep!" Miyazaki Airi was still angry.

Zhou Han let out a long sigh of relief, fortunately he got away with it.

Miyazaki Airi in the room closed her eyes, ready to continue sleeping, but when she opened her eyes suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

Leg cramps?No! ?I seemed to hear a girl's voice for a moment just now, didn't I?Miyazaki Airi blushed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and thought to herself, it was so miserable just now, but it was actually...too much masturbation! ?

Miyazaki Airi thought of this, and quickly buried her head in the quilt.

A muffled sound came from the quilt——

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! How shameless!"

If Zhou Han knew that after putting in so much effort, he was still misunderstood, what would he think?

The next day Zhou Han came to the door of the Political and Education Office.

He had been standing outside for 10 minutes, and he was reluctant to go in, because Zhou Han really didn't want to see that annoying bald head of the teacher from the Political and Education Department.

Although Zhou Han has been here many times, but he was criticized after the fight. It is the first time that he has business to do like today.

Zhou Han took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and showed the air of a strong man who is gone and never returns, making people think that he is going to die generously.

He slowly opened the door and walked in.

The political education teacher is an old man in his 40s, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding an old tea mug in his hand. He looks old and pedantic. The most striking thing is the shiny bald head, which looks like a 100-watt Bright as a light bulb.

"Teacher, I..." Zhou Han hadn't finished speaking when he came in.

"Pfft!" The political education teacher saw someone standing silently in front of him, raised his head and saw that it was Zhou Han, and immediately spewed out the tea in shock, shooting Zhou Han in the face.

Zhou Han wiped the tea off his face with his sleeve, thinking, this way of welcome is really special.

"You, you, you..." The political education teacher said incoherently, "Why are you here again? Did you fight again? Who are you with this time?"

"not me……"

Zhou Han wanted to explain, but the political education teacher didn't give him a chance at all, he kept talking and smeared all over Zhou Han's face.

"Do you know that your credits will be deducted as negative points? I have taught for more than 20 years, and I have never seen you like this..."

"I do not……"

"It's nothing? What did your parents pay you to do! Is it a fight? You don't know how to do it!"

"Can you..." Zhou Han wanted to say, can you listen to me, but the political education teacher talked too fast.

"What can you do? What can you do? If you are so good at fighting, why don't you go to a sports school to exercise since childhood? Even if you can't, you can still go to the martial arts competition, Guangzong Yaozu, look at you, what you look like now..."

Zhou Han rolled his eyes helplessly, and simply stopped talking, and when the political education teacher said he was tired, he could talk by himself.