My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Let's discuss Chapter 110.

A drowsy "Introduction to Magic" class.

Wayne stared intently at Prince Lawrence, who was sitting two seats to his left and right, without blinking.

Locked on by his wolf-like gaze, Lawrence initially managed to remain calm, but soon became extremely uneasy.

He fidgeted, picking up a pen and flipping through a book.

But because of his noble status, even though he looked a little abnormal, the teacher on the podium did not dare to say anything to him.

But her gaze unconsciously drifted towards him, again and again.

As soon as the bell rang, Lawrence stood up angrily and walked over to Wayne.

"Wayne, is there something you want to say to me?"

As a prince with good aristocratic manners, he tried his best to maintain basic etiquette on the surface.

"Ah, actually I was saying that, Lawrence, your hair color and hairstyle are exactly the same as Richard's! From behind, I thought it was Richard sitting here, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances."

Wien seemed oblivious to his displeasure, grinning and revealing eight snow-white teeth.

"You—" Lawrence felt he was about to lose control of his emotions.

Wayne's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Prince Lawrence, do you like the piano very much?" he asked.

Upon hearing from his most trusted partner, Lawrence immediately calmed down.

"Of course, I'm a young pianist who can hold concerts on my own."

He seemed to regain his confidence in an instant, and even reached out to straighten his bow tie and dust off non-existent dust from his sleeves.

At this moment, the girls who had overheard their conversation were also drawn to their topic.

"Your Highness Lawrence is a genius who is known as the 'Piano Prince' even among people from other countries!" A girl cautiously came over to join the conversation.

The girl with freckles looked at the two handsome guys in front of her with stars in her eyes.

"So that's why you practice the piano in the music room every day?" Wayne deliberately raised his voice, exclaiming, "No wonder he's Prince Lawrence!"

In the classroom, many girls couldn't help but prick up their ears.

Lawrence frowned subconsciously.

But soon, he was misled by the flattery of the ignorant girls around him.

The afternoon was free time, and Wayne and Chris whiled away the hours at the Lily Club.

When it was almost time, Wayne invited Chris to go see a play together.

"Watching a play? What play?"

"Of course, it's the scene outside the music room." Wayne smiled maliciously.

Prince Lawrence, having not previously studied in the country, clearly did not have a clear understanding of the behavior of the girls in this academy.

Thinking of this, he truly shed a tear of bitterness.

God knows how he managed to grow up to be who he is today!

From the first year I entered the academy, I was constantly being selected for all sorts of strange lists.

If it were just a ranking of "the guy I most want to date", "the guy I most want to go on a date with", or "the guy I most want to kiss", that would be acceptable, and could barely be considered normal.

Even more outrageous are the incomprehensible things they say every year, such as "the cutest and most adorable boy," "a boy who looks like a bottom but is actually a top," and "the most exciting boy to see when he takes off his shirt."

These kinds of selections are completely unknown, with no clear source of information about who initiated them or what organization selected them, and each winner is given a carefully crafted set of various explanatory texts.

Often one day, the selection results will suddenly spread throughout the entire grade.

Even if you overhear them and go over to ask the girls who are talking about it, they just laugh it off and change the subject.

"Who told me this?"

"I think I just overheard girls from other classes talking about it when I was passing by —"

No results can be found at all.

But he knew that the contributions of those idle noble ladies were indispensable behind the scenes.

At the same time, there will be all sorts of gossip and all sorts of creative revelations about his whereabouts.

For example, he talked to so-and-so yesterday, and went to the toilet with so-and-so today.

All of these factors made him almost afraid to talk to anyone in public.

I always feel that in some dark corner, there is one, or even more, pairs of eyes watching me intently.

But why did he specifically entice Lawrence to come to his door during break time?

That's for this very moment, of course!

Outside the music classroom, a group of girls from different grades and classes were gathered.

The only thing they had in common was that they were both staring at Prince Lawrence, who was playing the piano inside, with a look of utter fascination.

For aesthetic reasons, the music classroom features huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lawrence sat inside, looking like a monkey sitting on a display stand.

However, even though Lawrence kept his brows furrowed and played the piano with the force of pounding on the keyboard, he did not choose to draw the curtains and would occasionally glance outside.

It seemed as if they were waiting for someone.

"—So, you deliberately leaked his piano playing here to the girls?" Chris understood his plan.

Knowing that a girl has a confirmed solo itinerary, some young women might try to create a chance encounter.

"Otherwise, he would definitely be waiting here every day, hoping Tasia would pass by so he could go up and pester her."

This music classroom is conveniently located next to the path leading from the library to the teaching building, and it's the only place with a good view.

"That makes sense," Chris agreed.

"If Tasia comes over later, we'll split up. You go up and stop Tasia, then take her somewhere else."

"And I'll be in charge of stopping Lawrence and thwarting his despicable scheme! I'll show him that his plan is futile!" Wayne declared loudly.

"Great!" Chris patted him on the shoulder. "Do it that way!"

Not long after, Tasia appeared at the other end of the road, just as he had predicted.

Chris gave Wayne a look that said, "Don't betray the organization's trust," and then pretended to be just passing by as she went to meet him.

Wien, taking advantage of the moment when Lawrence spotted his target and was about to get up to leave, walked confidently into the music classroom through the front door.

"Ahhh"

Excited yet suppressed screams came from the girls watching outside.

His excited expression was very similar to the fervent fans Wayne had seen before.

The biggest difference is probably that they weren't holding all sorts of banners and light sticks, and shouting "XX" at the top of their lungs.

elder brother".

Lawrence's expression changed upon unexpectedly seeing Wayne.

"What are you doing here?"

Before he could get an answer, he said somewhat impatiently, "I have something to do. Leave the key here. Lock the door when you leave."

"Ai-yi"

Wayne pulled him back and sat down next to him.

"I also really like the piano, let's chat."