My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Chapter 113 Goodbye, My Cherry Blossom Pink Youth

The joyful atmosphere in the drama club didn't last long before it was broken by an uninvited guest.

Prince Lawrence, having somehow learned of his presence in the drama department, burst through the door and blurted out, "Wayne Winchester! Are you disregarding our oath?!"

His tone was full of anger and disappointment.

Wayne: ? ? ?

The eyes of everyone in the drama club were fixed on the two of them, shifting back and forth.

"Excuse me, what are you talking about?" Wayne asked.

Upon hearing his reply, Lawrence's expression revealed a hint of resentment.

"Have you forgotten? The music room was deserted after school, except for the two of us—"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Wayne interrupted his easily misunderstood narration. "You mean that statement about definitely surpassing me in the piano competition?"

"That's right!"

Lawrence nodded.

He glanced around, his tone dismissive: "But is this how you respond to my formidable challenge—by wasting time on this kind of thing?!"

"Oh."

Wayne completely disregarded the opinions of his defeated opponent.

He leaned back in his chair, an arrogant expression on his face, and said, "That's why you lost to me."

"after all--

"6

"Rich emotional experiences are also an integral part of creation."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the soft gasps of the girls around him, just as he had hoped.

Wow, he's so handsome!

At that moment, he was the focus of everyone's attention.

The faint smile on Wayne's face became even more genuine.

Ah, women.

Looking at his powerful and confident opponent, Lawrence fell into deep thought.

"I see." He seemed to understand something.

"That one"

He set his sights on the head of the drama department.

"I want to join the drama club too!"

The minister was stunned for a second, then overjoyed.

"Welcome, welcome! Since Your Highness Lawrence wants to join our drama club, everyone in the drama club is ready to welcome you!" His face once again blossomed into a wide smile.

It's unclear who started it, but scattered applause even broke out in the activity room.

Soon, the applause reached a consensus, ringing out in unison like thunder.

"————" Wayne looked around in disbelief at those fence-sitters whose stances were extremely wavering.

But it turned out that even Chris was clapping.

"Why are you clapping too?!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Ah, I saw everyone else clapping, so I couldn't help but raise my hand too~" she said with a smile.

"Isn't this great? It gives Prince Lawrence a chance to experience a wide range of emotions—hehehehe—"

""

For some unknown reason, her expression turned sinister, and she uttered words that sounded like those of a demon from hell.

What is this deep-seated malice?

Wayne felt like a thorn in his side.

"With me on the team, winning the school festival championship will be a piece of cake!"

Over there, Lawrence was still bragging to the minister.

"Absolutely!" the minister exclaimed joyfully. "With such outstanding new students joining us, our drama club is destined to win!"

As usual, the news spread throughout the entire campus the next day.

"It's truly astonishing that His Highness would join an ordinary club—"

"Yes, I heard they joined specifically for Lord Wayne!"

"Ah~ So the rumors were true! I thought they were just rumors~"

Wayne felt that his youth, which should have been as dazzling and moving as the first cherry blossoms in bloom, was over—

It withered before it even began.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of image he would have among the girls.

"Wayne—" Prince Richard looked at him with concern, "Lawrence, he's caused you a lot of trouble, hasn't he?"

As is customary, in order to maintain a certain distance from ordinary students and to preserve the superior image of the Lily Society, the prince is not allowed to join any clubs.

Those who should be surrounding them are top-tier nobles like the members of the Lily Society.

"—If I say yes, can you ask him to quit?"

Wayne looked at his friend, who was known for being "reliable," with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Richard fell silent.

After a pause, he said softly, "Lawrence and I have never been very close. If I were to try to persuade him, it might backfire."

They're not just not close anymore, they're practically enemies.

However, to this day, Wayne still doesn't understand why these two people who fell in love with the same person in the animation were able to make up.

He patted Prince Richard on the shoulder with pity.

"Young man, don't worry about such a small matter—"

—

Richard smiled at him, about to say thank you.

"Because, more worries await you in the future."

Richard's smile, which was only halfway open, froze.

After transferring all his resentment onto Prince Richard, Wayne did feel much better.

However, Wayne's situation in the Lily Club did not improve, and people still looked at him with strange eyes from time to time.

Even Chris was too busy talking to the other girls to pay attention to herself.

I can't take it anymore, I need to be alone.

He clutched his chest and left the Lily Society with a sorrowful expression.

Goodbye, my cherry blossom pink youth —

Remembering what the music teacher had told him last time, he went to the teachers' office and borrowed another music classroom located on the rooftop.

This is an empty music room; barring any unforeseen circumstances, no one usually comes here.

"Unexpectedly clean—"

According to the music teacher, this place was built with funds from a senior student with a family background in music education, and it was her private practice room during her studies.

But she graduated several years ago, so this place became a public facility she donated to the academy, so it's okay to borrow it.

—So there really are female protagonist-like characters like this.

The classroom wasn't very big, but the lighting and view were excellent; standing by the window, you could see a large expanse of lush greenery in the schoolyard.

If there's anything lacking, it's probably that no petals will be swept up by the wind, gently brushing against the windowsill and falling into the classroom.

pity.

He opened all the windows to let in fresh air.

The curtains on both sides were pulled open most of the way; the material was very light and thin.

They were blown by the breeze, sometimes swelling up and sometimes falling down.

After enjoying the breeze for a while, he felt much more relaxed.

I can't believe I didn't discover this comfortable place sooner—but it's not too late now.

Wayne sat back down in the chair that was placed in front of the piano, satisfied.

Open the keyboard cover, close your eyes, and extend your hands naturally forward.

A light and cheerful melody leaped from his fingertips.

A smile played on his lips as he glided effortlessly across the piano keys.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

After a brief pause, just as Wayne was preparing to change to the next piece.

Another voice, its emotion unreadable, sounded from the doorway.

"Are you happy?"