My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

The annual school fair has begun.

Due to the unique nature of Qingxi Academy's educational operations, each executive committee prepares a limited number of special invitations, which are specifically distributed to parents who are very concerned about the school's teaching.

Of course, such special invitations are rare opportunities. These outsiders do not have the right to vote on the program; they are simply participating as guests to help liven up the atmosphere.

The situation is not so obvious in the elementary school section, but once students move up to the main campus, the school will inevitably attract a lot of attention from the outside world.

Students who excel in these activities can become incredibly popular throughout the capital, becoming the absolute focus of attention at any banquet they attend.

The school council isn't just about clubs; each class also organizes its own activities. For example, in Wayne's fifth-grade class B, their base this time is a café.

It was called a coffee shop, but it was really just a classroom that had been slightly decorated, with the words "Class 5-B Coffee Shop" written on the blackboard. Even the coffee beans were sponsored by Miss Archie Edgeworth.

It's ordinary, nothing special among all the ingenious and creative programs.

But this is understandable, since everyone's attention is focused on club activities, and the classroom is just a place for everyone to rest when they are tired of playing.

Wayne held a cup of coffee in his hand, not feeling guilty at all about eating and drinking for free.

He had a small, fluffy, and very cute white dog plush toy pinned to his chest.

This is a redesigned version of Bobby by Chris, with a round belly, looking somewhat fatter than the Bobby in the theatrical performance.

Naturally, it has an image that makes people want to touch it at first glance, full of cuteness.

"Wayne, um...may I touch it?"

A girl wearing round glasses asked with a curious look.

Wayne glanced down at it, then took it off. "Here you go."

"Ah, this is too... too..."

The girl's face flushed instantly, her expression filled with shyness.

"It's alright, our craft club made a lot of these, which were originally meant to be given as gifts to the students who come to visit," Wayne said with a smile. "If you feel embarrassed, just bring more friends to watch the craft club's performance later."

"……Um!"

The girl with round glasses carefully picked up the miniature Bobbi plush toy and held it protectively to her heart.

Chris was calling him from outside the corridor.

"Wayne, come out and help!"

"They're here."

After responding loudly, he said to the girl in his class whose name he still didn't know, "See you later."

He finished the last sip of coffee in the paper cup, and as he walked out of the classroom, he threw the empty cup into the trash can by the door.

Meanwhile, the girl remained standing blankly at his table.

a long time.

"See you later." Her voice was so low that she could barely hear herself.

Outside the classroom, Chris handed Wayne a thin stack of flyers.

"Although the competition between the craft club and the orchestra has already generated a lot of buzz, we still need to promote it to students in other grades before the performance officially begins," she said. "I've put up life-size posters of Bobby at several key intersections throughout the school."

Chris said smugly, "When it comes to publicity campaigns, no one can beat me."

Wayne took the flyer and saw that it was written in large, brightly colored letters:

[A work that transcends centuries!]

[The superhero from the stars—Poppy, here we come!]

A huge shadow of a dog's head and a bear's body filled the entire page.

Next to the eye, a straight line almost breaking through the edge of the paper is used to depict how it is emitting light.

The design is so exaggerated that it clearly exceeds existing aesthetic standards, making it unforgettable.

"Did Chris draw this?" Wayne asked.

He subconsciously flipped it over to look at the back, but the flyer only had a picture on the front, and only the two sentences of text were colored.

"Yeah, I was working late into the night every day, it was exhausting."

She twisted her neck. "After all that hard work, you only managed to draw a few pictures. If only we had a photocopier."

"You can call me next time. Although I'm not very good at drawing, I can still write a few words or help with outlining."

"Oh well, everyone has their own tasks," Chris patted Wayne on the shoulder.

Thanks to the efforts of everyone in the crafts department a few days ago, the giant Bobby's design has been fully completed.

Despite its seemingly wide and stout physique, there are actually cavities in its limbs and head, specifically designed to provide room for Wayne's manipulation.

It is currently displayed at the exhibition site applied for by the Handicraft Department, completely covered by tarpaulins on all sides and above to prevent premature disclosure.

"Because I put a lot of effort into this, I must send it to someone who truly likes Poppy and will take it seriously."

As Chris said this, she pushed Wayne out.

"???"

Wayne stared at her blankly.

Chris said with a determined look, "Now, I need to get my other girlfriends to come and support me, and the arduous task of handing out flyers is yours!"

As she spoke, she raised her five fingers together to her eyebrows and gave Wayne a salute.

Then they ran away in a flash.

"Damn it!"

Wayne felt like he'd been tricked.

I felt sorry for her before, but she was sold off so easily?

However, after sighing, he obediently turned around and went downstairs to hand out flyers.

Along the way, I mostly saw groups of friends, two or three at a time, carrying food and gifts they had gotten for free from various exhibition booths, laughing and jumping around excitedly.

Looking at the children, Wayne couldn't help but smile.

That's the fun of campus activities!

"Eh? Who is this brother...?"

A familiar-looking little girl walked past Wayne, then stepped back and stared at him.

Wayne smiled at her in a friendly manner.

"Oh, I remember now! You're Chris's family, right!" The little girl's eyes lit up.

"Is Sister Chris there?"

As she spoke, she looked around, glancing at her surroundings.

"She's not here." Wayne handed her a flyer. "But Chris will be at our crafts department's booth later, so feel free to come visit!"

Wayne was very impressed with the little white-haired girl.

"Your name is Bell, right? I'm Wayne Winch."

Taking advantage of her looking down at the flyer, he finally reached out his wicked hand and gently touched the top of her head.

Belle nodded seriously, "Okay! I'll be right there, but please make sure Sister Chris waits for me!"

You can't stop talking about Chris. Kid, I think you have the potential to become one of Chris's concubines.

"Bell!"

Wayne looked in the direction from which the shouts came and saw a large group of children dressed in red and green rushing over.