my sister never called brother

Zhou Han didn't care much about Lin Nianwei's words.

As long as you don't fall in love with Yao Xiaorui, other contacts don't matter.

Although Lin Nianwei's remarks like accusing Sang and scolding Huai still echoed in his ears.

But Zhou Han didn't take it seriously at all, thinking that Lin Nianwei was thinking too much.

Zhou Han also remembered that during the three-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, he would go shopping with Yao Xiaorui. Since he promised, he couldn't go, it was just ordinary shopping with friends, not a date.

He thought things very simply, but he didn't know that Yao Xiaorui completely regarded this shopping as a date, and he had already become impatient and eager to try.

Zhou Han feels that now he needs to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Lin Nianwei, maybe it will change her notion of being jealous.

If she doesn't change it, Lin Nianwei will be soured by her own jealousy sooner or later.

Zhou Han stood up, looked at the time, and felt that he had been lazy for long enough, and it seemed that it was time to leave.

If you are lazy, Su Xiaomai may use this as an excuse to make fun of yourself after being found out, then the loss outweighs the gain.

Zhou Han sighed, shook his head, thinking——

The biggest harvest today is knowing that Lin Nianwei actually likes me.

And it feels like Miyazaki Airi knows almost all of my secrets.

Who likes me, who do I like...

someone likes me! ?etc!wrong!It seems that there is something very important, I forgot!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhou Han's mind, and he remembered a very interesting thing!

It just happened a few days ago that Miyazaki Airi once said a word.

"If someone likes you, I'll let you touch it, anywhere!"

Although Zhou Han can't remember clearly, but I know it probably means this.

Zhou Han grinned mischievously, smiling very... **.

He rubbed his chin with great interest, and thought for a while—so that damn girl knew that someone liked me, so she dared to raise the flag casually?I don't know if it's because of intentions?But it was on purpose, right?

Zhou Han couldn't figure out the reason, but he didn't care too much.

He has already seen the small white flag hanging high above Miyazaki Airi's head, flying in the wind.

Zhou Han intends to find a chance to ask and see what Miyazaki Airi said?

Thinking of Miyazaki Airi's elegant figure, he got carried away for a moment, hoping to tease his sister.

"Then... where should I touch~?"

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The Mid-Autumn Festival performance lasted for three hours.

There are all kinds of singing and dancing programs and language programs.

Among them, the outstanding ones belong to the dance category. Most of the original works this year are very interesting to watch.

Apart from the shabby costumes and props, there are no major flaws.

This is largely due to An Lan's large-scale reduction of funds.

But overall it is still very good, decent.

Sure enough, the core of performing this kind of thing is a good show, not a gorgeous stage with a big scene.

Zhou Han was helping in the background, busy with the front and back.

He thought that after being lazy for so long, he should have nothing to do, but he thought too much.

There is work at any time, and there is simply no end to it.

This made Zhou Han dizzy and very tired.

After delivering the performance props, Zhou Han saw an empty chair.

With a thought in his heart, he sat down unceremoniously.

But before his butt was warmed up, he was called out to order——

"That junior, go and help collect donations..."

"Oh..." Zhou Han showed a disgusted expression as if he had eaten a fly, and he didn't want to go there.

But he has nothing to do. Who makes temporary workers have no human rights?

Zhou Han picked up the big red donation box and went to the third floor, ready to ask for money with a smile on his face.

Along with them were five members of the student union, each holding a red donation box in their hands.

The parents were arranged by the student union on the grandstand on the third floor, which is very suitable for watching the performance because of the wide field of view.

Students are prohibited from sitting with parents.

One is to prevent chaos.

The second is to consider for the students whose parents did not come.

Several people collecting donations, in order to speed up the efficiency, are responsible for a small area each, and withdraw after collecting.

Zhou Han was also responsible for a small part of it.

He reluctantly carried the donation box and began to collect money.

Zhou Han put the red box on his chest, forced a smile, and made himself look kinder.

do not know why?

Zhou Han thought of the flyover performers in old Beijing. After a frantic juggling show, there would always be someone holding a gong and shouting——

"Everyone, young and old! If you have money, you can play for money. If you don't have money, you can play for yourself. Give me some kindness."

Then they started using gongs as plates, asking for money one by one.

Zhou Han took the lead, threw out the messy thoughts, and started the journey of asking for money——

"Please do your part for the children in poverty-stricken areas."

"Please give me..."

"Please give me a few sons!"

"It's not easy in poverty-stricken areas, donate some."

"Master, please do me a favor! Give me some money for milk powder..."

"I'm poor... a monthly pass is fine..."

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Zhou Han is very unsuitable for such humble work.

Because I am used to being independent, I am tough on everyone.

There is no concept of elders in my mind at all.

So it feels very difficult to collect money.

For Zhou Han, it would be nice to be able to pile up a smile.

Although the smile is not very good-looking, it is still a kind of kindness.

It was a good start at first, and the collection of money went smoothly.

But slowly, the difficulty of collecting money has inexplicably increased.

Zhou Han's more official wording didn't work.

He had no choice but to lower his profile and encourage parents to donate more.

But in the end, it seemed like he was begging for a show.

Zhou Han felt that it must be the Tianqiao artist he thought of just now, and he was affected invisibly.

He felt that it was getting more and more difficult to collect money, and if this continued, the student union's financial hole might not be able to make up.

Zhou Han had no choice but to play a little trick.

After a patriarch dropped five bucks into the donation box.

Zhou Han suddenly showed a very shocked expression, shivering while holding the donation box, and said loudly on purpose——

"Wow! You actually donated 500 yuan! It's so generous. I thank you on behalf of the children in the poverty-stricken areas! I think your children will also be proud of having a father like you after they know about it!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Han bowed exaggeratedly, as if he was very admired.

The male parent was very embarrassed, and he didn't say anything when he saw it. He blushed and nodded and smiled, and didn't say much.

Although Zhou Han gave a very loud flattery, the shooting was not very comfortable and made people feel very embarrassed.

The five yuan was said to be 500 yuan, and the patriarch wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

The other parents also heard it, and felt that they would be sorry for their children if they didn't donate more, and they couldn't lose face, so the amount of donations immediately went up.

Feeling the weight of the donation box getting heavier, Zhou Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this task can be completed properly...

There were two last rows left in the donation activity, and the task could have been completed by collecting it quickly, but Zhou Han stopped and stopped.

Because there is an obstacle standing in the way - the parent is a foreign woman.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign young woman is very beautiful, full of mature and sexy taste, the outline of her appearance is a bit familiar to Zhou Han, and she has a strong sense of sight.

The red lips were set off by the white complexion, and I don't know what kind of lipstick I used, but there was a gleam of luster under the light.

The makeup is noble and elegant, and the technique seems to be several blocks away from the group of little girls who have just learned how to make up. The few jewelry are not cheap at first glance, and the style is a bit retro.

It feels like this person is already married, but his figure is unexpectedly good, with clear streamlines, like carved from a whole block of ice, especially the chest, which is almost ready to come out.

The only thing that Zhou Han couldn't understand was the dress of this foreign woman. It was a purple evening dress with a tube top style, the long skirt slightly dragged the floor, and a silk shoulder apron.

Maybe Zhou Han's brain is not enough?

He felt that this was just a performance organized by the school, not some opera and ballet. Is it really necessary to dress like this?Too formal?

And he's a foreigner, with blond hair and blue eyes that are super eye-catching.

The parents around were all dressed casually, shirts, T-shirts, etc. They always looked at this foreigner with strange eyes.

The foreign young woman turned a deaf ear to these strange gazes, and watched the following program on her own, maintaining a dignified look, did her eyes reveal doubts, as if she couldn't understand Chinese?

This is a bit weird picture, it feels like to Zhou Han... just like...

Imagine that a black and white cow suddenly appears in a herd of cattle.

Probably this kind of strange feeling, very uncoordinated, out of place, and a bit out of track with the modern rhythm.

The more Zhou Han looked at the young woman's face, the more she felt familiar. The blond hair and blue eyes always reminded him of Lilith, that shrewd loli with little tiger teeth.

He compared the young woman with Lilith in his mind, and thought strangely in his heart—it seems that they are a bit similar, especially the eyes and the outline of the chin, which are very close to the grown-up version of Lilith, not from Lilith's family relative?

Zhou Han's eyes sneaked a few glances at the big breasts of the young foreign woman.

That majestic ravine, wished to suck Zhou Han's eyeballs into it.

Zhou Han quickly shook his head, calmed down, and thought—impossible!impossible!It is impossible for Lilith to grow up like this, the gap in strength is too great, it seems that she has no potential...

(Zhou Han measures the gap in strength by looking at the size of his chest.)

Zhou Han didn't want to lose everything, so he decided to quickly collect the money and retreat, maybe he would have a chance to talk to Lin Nianwei secretly.

But now Zhou Han is in a bit of trouble, because this is a foreigner, he doesn't know how to communicate, so he can only hope that she can speak Chinese.

Otherwise, Zhou Han has nothing to do, he can only stare blankly, as for foreign languages, his level of idiocy has broken through the sky.

Zhou Han swallowed nervously, and tentatively said, "Hi, please donate some money..."

"What?" The foreign young woman looked puzzled and her tone was a bit strange.

Zhou Han recognized that it was English, but the accent was a bit strange, it was different from what he heard on the tape.

Seeing the young woman's reaction, he instantly felt dizzy - it's over!This foreigner can't speak Chinese, my English is poor...

But although Zhou Han is a scumbag, he has a lot of ghost ideas.

"Donate money...money...money..." Zhou Han rubbed his fingers, then pointed to the red donation box, "Is it OK to put it in here?"

It seems that at this level, Zhou Han has already tried his best.