My older sister is a villainous rich girl

As she spoke, she mimicked Karaman's tone, drawing out the last syllable in a strange, affected manner:

"Oh my~ I am the vice minister after all~ I certainly can't shirk such an important responsibility to the junior girls~"

Karaman's face turned very ugly as he was angered by her vivid performance.

Especially when she saw that many of the other members of the orchestra were also looking at her with reproach, she felt as if her face was on fire.

"Hmph, do whatever you want."

With a cold, defeated remark, Karaman strode away without looking back.

His imposing and unyielding demeanor didn't resemble that of someone who had just lost a match; rather, it made him look like a triumphant general.

Wayne stood by, arms crossed, watching the entire dramatic battle unfold.

After this incident, Ge Li's reputation in the orchestra will probably rise even higher, right?

Judging from the current situation, even Karaman, who is the deputy minister, is much less imposing than Gosling.

Soon, she will become the uncrowned queen of the orchestra.

He really wanted to find an opportunity to go over and say a few words to her again.

However, Chris noticed that he kept glancing at the girls in the orchestra and pulled him away unhappily.

Before leaving, he could only catch glimpses of Ge Li's unintentional, wistful gaze.

……

“Wien”.

Chris's expression was serious.

Back in the activity room, the rest of the drama club members were still basking in the joy of winning the competition, but Chris's face showed no sign of happiness.

"Are there any competitions that can be held in the water without requiring physical exertion?" she asked in a deep voice.

Wayne pondered for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "A swimsuit competition?"

Upon hearing this, Chris's eyebrows twitched violently.

But she held back the unladylike words that were about to slip out and tried to explain calmly, "I meant, a normal game."

Upon hearing her question, other club members gathered around, racking their brains to offer their suggestions.

"To be carried out in the water..."

Lawrence was pondering when he suddenly slammed his fist in his hand and exclaimed with delight, "I know! It's of course—the 'who can sleep the longest in the water' competition!"

I thought he might offer some constructive advice, but it turns out I was too naive.

Wayne, speechless, retorted, "Why don't you just call it a 'who can hold their breath underwater the longest' competition?"

"Hmm? This one looks pretty good too."

Rather than genuinely discussing competition strategies, it seemed more like he was just stirring up trouble for fun.

That's true... after all, he doesn't need to participate, nor does he need to act as a maid.

Chris rejected the proposal with a single sentence.

"I'm not confident in my ability to hold my breath."

After a long silence, Tasia asked softly, "What if we changed the content to something like painting on a shaky little boat?"

She was probably thinking about her last boating experience.

"While I might not necessarily lose in this aspect, the location is Edgeworth's private pool, and I don't know if the external conditions are adequate."

Art courses are offered at the academy, but I've never heard of any talent that Gore has for it.

Based on her usual performance, Chris should have a significant advantage in drawing.

“Creating waves in a swimming pool can be done using wind magic. However, if the other party makes it a condition that they must be in the water, then this plan won’t work,” the head of the drama club offered his opinion.

Wayne looked at the others, then at Chris.

“We can take our time to consider this,” he said.

"Now, shouldn't we first celebrate this victory?"

—The real reason they wanted to celebrate was to prevent them from brainstorming.

Even the least intelligent person can have a flash of inspiration.

He didn't want his predetermined failure to fall apart due to uncontrollable unexpected circumstances.

If you're going to sell, you should sell it completely.

Anyway, it's just being a maid... He wouldn't say that he wanted to see Chris in a maid outfit.

Wayne placed his hands on Chris's shoulders and pushed her toward the door.

"Let's go out for a meal! I'll treat."

Today, Wayne has more money at his disposal than ever before.

Of the money that Goth had taken from Norman Laird last time, Goth had left him some.

Adding to his savings accumulated over the years, he could probably escape abroad and live there for the rest of his life.

"Oh! That's great!" Lawrence exclaimed happily.

Everyone else also smiled.

A complete performance involves more than just the main actors on stage.

Everyone involved in the competition, both on and off stage, was invited by Wayne to join in the fun.

That night, Wayne spent the biggest expense of his life.

Although he had decided to treat everyone, when it came time to pay the bill, Wayne still felt strongly that something important in his life had drifted away from him.

It hurts a little... but never mind.

Consider it an apology for the dishonorable methods used by himself and Gothic.

After seeing everyone off, Wayne and Chris returned home.

"Ahhh—" Chris stretched and lay down on the sofa in a very practiced posture.

"Going out to play is really tiring," she sighed weakly.

Wayne skillfully sat down next to her and pushed her to the side.

“I remember you used to tell me that ‘an excellent soldier must have a strong physique’? How come you’ve changed like this?” he mocked.

At that time, my body was extremely weak.

Even a brief swing of the wooden sword would leave him breathless with exhaustion.

However, through years of relentless training and the rapid growth of his body, he has become strong and powerful.

—Those well-defined abdominal muscles are proof of that.

Unlike him, Chris transformed from someone who was barely lively into a complete "weakling".

It's true that times change.

Chapter 189 The person you rely on is a traitor.

"That was so long ago, it's long expired and invalid," Chris said nonchalantly.

"Besides, I'm not some kind of soldier..." She turned around and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "I'm a lady~"

Wayne felt goosebumps rise on his arms and couldn't help but touch them.

"Hey!" Chris's expression changed instantly, and she glared at him angrily.

"What kind of reaction is that? How could you behave so rudely towards a lady!"

"Okay, okay, you're a lady," Wayne replied dismissively.

He then feigned a heartbroken expression and sighed, "I never imagined that the lady's words would all have an expiration date..."

"Does your previous declaration of liking me also have an expiration date?"

Hearing Wayne's dejected tone, she chuckled and sat up, clinging to him from behind.

"Of course there is!"

All he heard was Chris whispering in his ear, "The expiration date is...until the very second the life ends."

Even though he knew she was most likely just trying to comfort him, Wayne still couldn't help but smile.

However, his words still expressed dissatisfaction: "Is it only this life? What about the next life?"

Although you can't see Chris's expression, you can feel that she tightens her grip on you slightly.

"Maybe in the next life... maybe we can meet again in the next life, then we can talk about other things," she said with a hint of melancholy.

Wayne was slightly taken aback.

He turned around and stared into Chris's amber eyes.

"If I could meet you, would you agree to be with me?"

—Once you get something beautiful, you don't want to lose it.

He didn't want to lose what he cherished, even if it was just a hypothetical next life.

"You really want to be with me that much?" Chris asked.

“Hmm.” Wayne nodded.

Chris thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Then I'll reserve the position of your number one prospective boyfriend. As for whether you can become the official boyfriend, that depends on your performance."

Understanding her meaning, Wayne remained silent for a moment.

"Oh, I know."

He should have been pleased with this already advantageous position.

only……

Upon hearing the words "it depends on your performance," for some reason, he suddenly thought of Ge Li's appearance.

Even considering my own behavior throughout my life, I probably wouldn't qualify as a good boyfriend.

Can a person truly treat two different people with the same love?

Even if it really could be split in half...

—Can you like me the most?

The image of Ge Li's tearful eyes flashed through his mind.

What should I do? I just can't feel happy.

The idea of ​​the next life is far too distant. Chris's biggest worry right now is figuring out how to win her upcoming duel with Ge Li.

"Wayne~ Tell me quickly!"

On the sofa, Chris clung to him, refusing to let go.

Perhaps because she couldn't think of any match where she had a better chance of winning, she pinned all her hopes on Wayne.

After all, based on past experience, Wayne is generally quite reliable.

Normally, when the parents aren't around, Wayne would have already taken the opportunity to kiss and touch them, doing whatever he wanted.

But all he wanted now was to get rid of Chris's entanglement and get back to his room as soon as possible.

Chris...

Do you know that the person you're relying on right now is a traitor?

Expecting me to help you win is simply an impossible wish.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

……

the next day.

Because the drama club's performance was a resounding success, the orchestra's previous triumph seemed to have served as a stepping stone for the drama club.