My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"What?" Chris asked warily.

"Nothing, just asking."

Besides the allowance from her parents, most of Chris's savings came from dividends paid by the family business association.

A few years ago, thanks to Chris's efforts, a number of toy production lines were established in the Chamber of Commerce, and Wayne accompanied her on a visit.

It's no exaggeration to say that the Wincher family business is now incredibly wealthy. A significant portion of their profits even comes from trade with other countries.

"Hmm... I guess it would be enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life, even if I were exiled abroad from now on?"

Wayne retorted, "So, why is exile a prerequisite?"

"To make it easier for you to understand," Chris asked casually. "What would you do if I were ever exiled by the king?"

Wait a minute, have you been secretly preparing for your exile all this time?!

After a moment's thought, Wayne said solemnly, "Then I will use the truth to persuade His Majesty the King to rescind his decree."

But Miss Chris, whose protagonist aura is still shining brightly, shouldn't end up in such a miserable state, right?

In the end, Chris's homework was completed with Wayne's guidance, question by question.

Chris, who hasn't been paying attention in class since the start of the semester, has fallen behind on a lot of knowledge, mostly related to magical theory.

“If things continue like this, one day you’ll be forced to attend tutoring classes,” he lamented.

If you're unfortunately forced to attend extra classes, your wonderful holiday will be completely ruined.

Chris hesitated for a long time before finally saying unwillingly, "I have no magical talent at all. What's the use of learning theoretical knowledge well? I can't use it anyway."

The knowledge in elementary and junior high schools can mostly be mastered through rote memorization. However, the difficulty has gradually increased, and it now requires combining theory with practice and integrating knowledge points to barely solve the problems.

Chris is inherently at a significant disadvantage in terms of magic, and encountering those difficult problems can indeed be quite disheartening.

"The more I discover the allure of magic itself..." she murmured, "the more I feel unbalanced by my own inadequacy."

If you can't see the results, does that mean you'll lose interest in putting any more effort into those things?

Wayne nodded in understanding.

“Chris, just do what you want to do,” he said with a smile. “Leave the rest to me.”

The girl in his arms gave a soft, noncommittal hum.

……

“Wien”.

The next day, I saw Gavin looking extremely pale and sickly at the academy.

“Girls are really strange,” he said.

This was another practical lesson, and the students went to the outdoor teaching location in twos and threes.

"Ah."

Wayne absentmindedly echoed.

It is indeed strange, but even those strange things are cute, aren't they?

He recalled his intimate moments with Chris in the study yesterday, and Miss Gothic's soft breathing in his arms in the middle of the night, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

too.

Great.

The.

Time always flies when you're with someone you like; but the thought of having to endure so much longer before taking that final step makes the days seem to drag on too slowly.

He carefully buried his eagerness deep in his heart and hid it away.

While patting down the drooping branches by the roadside, Gavin asked with great distress, "What do you think would be the reason if a girl you were chatting happily with not long ago suddenly stopped talking to you?"

"Maybe you did something bad before and she found out?" Wayne said uncertainly.

"What bad thing have I done?" Gavin asked, puzzled.

Wayne was about to say something when he suddenly remembered what he and Chris had talked about on the day of the art exhibition.

So he closed his slightly open mouth again.

Could it be that... my plan has already taken effect?

He paused for a moment, then patted his shoulder with pity.

Rest in peace, brother.

"Just two days ago, she was so happy when I gave her the painting I'd managed to buy... We even agreed to go swimming together, how could this happen..."

As he spoke, Gavin was overcome with sorrow and bitterness.

"Perhaps if we adjust our attitude, figure out the reason, and then apologize to her, there is still hope to salvage the situation."

Wien offered heartfelt words of comfort based on his own experience.

“It’s no use, she told me to get out and never want to see me again,” Gavin said sadly.

"..."

poor child.

However, if his girlfriend said such harsh words, Wayne wouldn't be discouraged.

He would ask what kind of rolling motion would calm her down.

Wait, why do I keep wanting to laugh?

Didn't you see Gavin next to him was almost crying?

Realizing he might have gone a bit too far, Wayne tried hard to suppress the smile that was cruel to single people.

“Gavin,” he said earnestly, “you just haven’t met someone you truly like yet.”

"True love is a feeling that... no matter what difficulties stand in your way, as long as you think of her, you have the strength to overcome them."

Nothing can separate us.

“…Hey, could you please stop smiling so sweetly?” Gavin stared at him with a face full of resentment.

Wayne suddenly realized that he had unknowingly been showing off his relationship again. "Oh! I'm sorry."

Then, he broke into an even brighter smile.

"I just remembered something happy."

Seeing the unbearably happy expression on Wayne's face, Gavin was instantly enraged.

"This conversation is impossible to continue!"

“Wayne, you weren’t like this before,” he said, heartbroken. “What did Chris do to you to turn you into this!”

Just then, a gentle breeze suddenly blew in from afar.

A gentle breeze rustled the green leaves hanging on the branches, and also slightly ruffled the ends of his hair.

Wayne was taken aback at first, then—

I closed my eyes, concealing that overly gentle gaze.

Chapter 182 Go and become a complacent good-for-nothing.

"Wien!" the teacher of the practical class called him.

After he walked over, the teacher handed him a peculiar spherical prop.

The transparent outer shell has some snowflake-like substances deposited at the bottom, making it look like a large crystal ball ornament in a shopping mall at first glance.

"You can assist me with the magic strength test later."

As one grows older and becomes more proficient in using magic, the strength of that magic will continuously increase.

With this thing, you can roughly quantify the magical power of each person.

"Ok."

As the top student in the class, Wayne is naturally a great help to the teacher and is often chosen to assist with some tasks.

After all the students had gathered, Wayne glanced around and noticed that one person was missing.

Meanwhile, Molly was winking at him.

Wayne: ? ? ?

Seeing that he didn't understand what she meant, Molly seemed a little anxious.

"Hmm? Where's Chris?"

At that moment, the teacher also came over with the registration form.

“Report! Chris Wincher is feeling unwell and has gone to the restroom!” Molly answered immediately without looking up.

Wayne frowned, a hint of worry in his eyes.

What happened? Everything was fine just now.

But when the teacher turned around, Molly winked at him, as if trying to convey some important message.

"Let the rest of us take the test first."

The practical lesson teacher did not insist on waiting for Chris.

Upon hearing this, Molly let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Noticing her expression, Wayne became a little suspicious.

It's unlikely that they hid because they were afraid of being detected for magic power.

He cooperated with the teacher, and the students were tested one by one in the order on the registration form.

Those whose names were called stepped forward and poured all their magic into the crystal ball in Wayne's hand. The snowflake-like deposits would display a reference value based on the intensity of the received magic.

In the kingdom's various magic academies, such tests are conducted periodically to better understand the students' magical progress.

However, since such magic tests are conducted publicly, it is difficult for the results not to be leaked to the outside world.

Every time Wayne announced someone's magic power, whispers of surprise or mockery rippled through the queue. It felt a bit like taking a quiz and having the teacher read out the scores on the spot.

Time passed slowly, and the number of people tested was almost complete.

Chris still hadn't shown up by the end of the class.

The practical class teacher looked at the registration form that was already filled out completely, and the conspicuous blank space in the middle, and said helplessly, "Molly, go find Chris, she's the only one missing."

“I’ll go,” Wayne interjected.

"But—" the teacher wanted to say something more.

However, before the teacher could make a further decision, his figure had already disappeared behind the bushes in the blink of an eye.

The teachers and students were left standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

It was only then that the teacher realized what was happening and, looking bewildered, asked the question she hadn't finished asking earlier:

"But—Chris, aren't you in the restroom?"

……

No one in the world is perfect.

Over time, hiding her imperfections became an instinct for her.

Even though she has become the carefree Miss Chris, she still can't escape the influence of her past self.

If it were Chris, she wouldn't feel embarrassed because of her low magic power or other people's harsh sarcasm, right?

Unfortunately—

I can do it myself.

She also tried her best to ignore those sarcastic remarks.

In fact, she has been trying to do this in the past.

But when the time came, he still deserted his post.