My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"Wayne, please!"

Tommy, the homeroom teacher who was already a middle-aged man, was looking at him with a pleading expression.

"Please go to the main campus and submit my cram school exam paper to the student council! Today is my first date with my new girlfriend, I can't be late, waaaaah~"

Although Tommy always suffers heartbreak from being dumped, he always manages to quickly move on to a new relationship after each one. In a sense, this is a very rare ability.

The tutors at the tutoring center rotate every week, and this week it just so happens that it's Tommy's turn as the homeroom teacher for Class B.

However, he was only responsible for curling the hair.

In the past, it would have been fine to have the temporary class monitor handle any urgent matters, but since Camille transferred schools, the entire fifth-grade tutoring class has been completely left to its own devices.

After thinking about it, Wayne agreed.

"Okay, so all I have to do is deliver the papers to their student council office?"

Teacher Tommy was overjoyed: "Yes, there will be someone there to receive you."

After handing him the test paper, Tommy hurried off to their meeting place.

"At least say something like, 'Buy me a drink next time!'"

Wayne muttered a speechless complaint.

By now, Wayne has done countless practice tests in tutoring classes, and he almost always gets full marks.

"I'll apply for a make-up exam at the beginning of next month," he decided.

For him, tutoring wasn't difficult, but it was still annoying that it took up too much of his free time.

But he didn't waste all the time he had to spend at the academy. Instead, he filled sheets of draft paper day and night with "The Richard Prince Conquest Plan".

With this detailed plan and process, I believe Miss Ge Li will be able to turn His Highness back from the wrong path!

Wayne felt he was going to great lengths to help them get married.

If before it was to earn some pocket money, now...

He's really going to get serious now!

After arriving at the main campus, Wayne asked several staff members before finally finding the student council's location in a very secluded corner.

"No way..."

He was shocked by the student council's meager state.

What appeared before me was a dilapidated house with drafts coming from all sides. It looked like a frame hastily erected in one corner using a few pieces of tarpaulin, and it was not much better than the temporary school fair booth set up by the elementary school.

A dilapidated wooden board with the words "Student Union" written on it hung outside, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Is...is anyone there?

"Wayne shouted."

"Please come in."

Judging from the voice, it's the girl named Olive Hawke.

Wayne turned his back and backed away, parting the curtains as he went inside.

"Who are you?" Olive was a little confused when she saw an elementary school student looking for her, but she understood when she saw the test paper in his hand. "Oh, you're here to deliver the test paper. Come in."

"Yes, Mr. Tommy had to leave work early because of an emergency."

Stepping into the student council building, I discovered that the space was quite large, but it looked rather empty because there weren't many decorations.

Besides Olive, there were two boys and two girls sitting around the conference table, grading papers at a very fast pace.

"Ugh...and another batch is coming!" a girl wailed, clutching her head. "Three grades in the elementary school section, six grades in the primary school section, we can't finish grading them every day!"

Olive pursed her lips and reassured them, "It'll be fine in a while, once they've all passed their official make-up exams."

Putting the test paper in his hand next to a pile of ungraded questions, Wayne finally understood why the school's tutoring methods were so bizarre.

The reason why they don't explain the test questions to students in individual subjects, but instead keep making them do test papers, is because they are exploiting free labor.

Truly, behind every exam paper lies an innocent student council member sacrificed for the cause.

He even couldn't help but suspect that someone in the upper echelons of the school council was deliberately sabotaging him.

The girl who had just complained stood up, walked up to Wayne, and gently bent down.

"Little friend, tell me, how long does it usually take for all the students in your tutoring class to pass their make-up exams?"

Olive chuckled. "How would he know something like that?"

"I know," Wayne said.

The girl in front of him brightened up, looking at him expectantly, waiting for what was to come.

"If they rely solely on their own abilities, they might keep having to retake exams until they're put into the winter break cram school for the final exams, right?" he said with a bright smile.

"Huh—!" The girl looked surprised. "How could that be? Don't your tutors explain each question to you one by one? There are only so many questions in the question bank, so you'll always encounter the same questions."

"Explanation? There's no such thing."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and added, "Oh, some students who have private tutors and are particularly diligent might find someone else to explain things to them at home."

Olive's expression changed slightly.

The atmosphere in the student council office, which already exuded an air of poverty, froze for a moment, and the temperature seemed to drop even further.

Just then, another commotion broke out outside.

"Olive, are you there?"

Before anyone could answer, a figure lifted the curtain and strode in.

"Professor Conley!" All the student council members present stopped what they were doing and greeted him respectfully.

Olive stood up. "Teacher."

The man who barged in was wearing a white coat and looked like a medical worker from a past life. He also had a short braid tied at the back of his head with a rubber band.

Seeing the large pile of test papers on the table, he frowned deeply.

"I told you not to do this pointless thing! Throw it away! Throw it all away!"

He angrily rebuked, "Do you think doing all this will change anything? Those guys! Not only will they not appreciate your kindness, they'll take advantage of you and become even more aggressive."

"This is a waste of your own time!"

Olive lowered her gaze and remained silent.

Seeing that his prized disciple was unmoved, Conley knew that she probably hadn't listened to him again, and her stubborn temper was just like his own.

He turned his gaze helplessly and then noticed an incongruous figure standing nearby.

"Which family do you belong to?" he asked, his tone displeased.

"Uh... I'm Wayne Winch."

Upon hearing this name, Olive's ears twitched slightly, and she turned her head to glance at him.

Conley also looked slightly surprised.

"Is that the elementary school's magical genius?"

Wayne chuckled awkwardly. "If you're referring to the one who gave a magic performance at the school fair, then you must be talking about me."

"Heh." Conley scoffed dismissively. "Possessing extraordinary magical talent, yet using it for puppet shows that only children enjoy. The nobles these days have really improved."

Seeing Wayne staring at him with a speechless expression, Conley suddenly realized that the person in front of him was just a child.

That's enough...

Conley said somewhat listlessly, "Your Duke hasn't even reimbursed Olive's attendance fees from the past few days yet. Remember to urge him to settle it when you get back..."

Ok?

Attendance fee

money?

He stroked his chin, thoughtfully circling Wayne twice.

"Young man, I see you have extraordinary potential. Would you be interested in learning magic from me?"