My older sister is a villainous rich girl

All the passersby who had previously praised the orchestra are now spreading the news, with excited expressions, that the orchestra has become a traveling club.

Overnight, the orchestra went from heaven to hell.

Even with the support of the Gerei counterattack force, a small number of members in the orchestra still applied to leave the club.

This is understandable – without an activity room, there's no way to talk about club activities for such a large group of orchestral members.

At this moment, in the Lily Society's private room.

Having gotten rid of the girls surrounding him, Prince Richard finally enjoyed a brief moment of peace.

He held a cup of coffee in his hand and sat down in the seat next to Wayne.

"You've really made quite a commotion," he remarked. "Even the royal palace knows about the feud between the two societies."

Wayne couldn't help but curl his lip: "I suppose this must be thanks to Prince Lawrence?"

Richard smiled noncommittally.

"It's obvious that he really likes the drama club."

Absolutely! Lawrence is arguably the most dedicated member of the drama department right now.

If there were an award for "Active Member of a Community Organization," he would definitely be a worthy contender.

Moreover, Lawrence was noticeably more cheerful when participating in club activities.

Indeed... without the suppression of this "perfect older brother," he thrived in the drama club and could chat and laugh with the other ordinary members.

Thinking of this, Wayne glanced at Richard with some suspicion.

Could it be that Richard rarely appears in the drama club because he wants to accommodate his younger brother who always dislikes him?

It seems Richard is being unusually considerate of Lawrence.

"Wayne... why are you smiling like that?" Richard couldn't help but ask, interrupting Wayne's train of thought.

"I feel like you're thinking something very rude."

Wow, you're quite perceptive.

"No." Wayne looked away and glanced towards the girl.

Richard glanced at him in the same direction.

"Have Wayne and Chris officially started dating?" he asked. "I keep hearing about you two lately."

Things like two people holding hands, hugging, laughing and joking...

These seemingly unremarkable events are always spread in great detail, arousing the gossip of many girls.

Richard even heard that some girls in the academy had secretly formed the "Wayne-Christine Love Protection Association," dedicated to protecting and promoting their sweet daily life so that more people could gain satisfaction from the universally admired romance of this handsome man and beautiful woman.

He felt it was necessary for him, as a friend, to remind Wayne of the existence of those people.

"correct."

Wayne readily admitted it.

“Your relationship has attracted a lot of attention,” Richard said carefully. “Recently, there have been many rumors circulating about you two in the grade.”

"...It's bound to happen this way, isn't it?" Wayne said, sounding somewhat helpless.

Before this, he and Chris were already at the center of attention, and now that they have confirmed their relationship, it will naturally attract a lot of attention.

—Once this wave of enthusiasm subsides, those people will lose interest.

That's what Wayne thought.

However, Richard said:

"I'm not referring to rumors or gossip that are spreading normally."

"Instead, it means that someone is... artificially pushing things along."

Chapter 190 Children Bathed in Love

In the afternoon, in an empty classroom.

The summer sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm, yellowish glow over the entire classroom.

This is the art department's activity room, which feels quite spacious given the large open space it has been cleared out. There aren't many tables and chairs, but they are all neatly arranged in one corner of the classroom.

Eve is painting a picture.

The clean lines depict the appearance of a young girl.

The girl on the canvas is smiling brightly, holding up the hem of her elaborate tulle skirt with one hand, stepping onto a patch of tender green grass.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, as if a breeze was blowing gently across her unforgettable beautiful face.

Amidst the vibrant colors, her presence evokes a sense of—

This must be a child who is being bathed in love.

In the picture, there is another boy standing behind the girl.

The boy was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in an equally expensive formal suit.

Judging from the direction he was facing, it's not hard to imagine what he was doing at that moment.

He should be gazing tenderly at the girl before him.

However, while the rest of the painting was already colored, the boy's face remained blank.

The boy's blank facial features are a huge flaw in this highly completed painting.

In the empty activity room, Eve quietly gazed at the unfinished painting.

However, she hesitated to put her paintbrush to the ground.

After his wrist hung in the air for a moment, a long, somewhat desolate sigh echoed in the classroom.

...Even the best painting can no longer be considered perfect once it has a flaw.

She put down her paintbrush.

Just then, there was a light knock on the classroom door from the outside.

Eve didn't turn around, but simply raised her voice and said, "Please come in."

The door, which was only slightly ajar, was pushed open with a creak.

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

Then, the boy's voice rang out beside him.

"Why do you do such a thing?"

His tone was questioning, yet full of reproach.

……

There have always been some strange organizations in this academy.

Wayne accepted it as if it were part of the established order.

However, he did not expect that the source of many of the rumors that had plagued him for years was his close classmate.

By investigating those who deliberately spread rumors, Wayne meticulously uncovered the culprit.

He had figured out where the "Handsome Boys' Love Protection Association," the "Wayne-Christine Love Protection Association," and all those strange ranking lists came from.

There was also an element of luck involved. If he hadn't happened to catch a timid girl in the act of committing a crime and then intimidated and threatened her, directly exposing their rendezvous method, given Eve's stealthiness, he probably would have had to go through much more trouble to find out.

"Why do this?"

In the art department's activity room, Wayne asked her, puzzled.

Eve smiled faintly.

“Wayne.” Her soft voice was as gentle as ever.

"You know, right? Most people in this world are ordinary and imperfect."

Wayne frowned as he looked at her, quietly waiting for what she would say next.

Eve stood up, walked to the window on the side, and looked up at the clouds in the distance that were glowing with the light of dawn.

"A romance that begins on your own is boring because it's an ordinary, real-life relationship."

She spoke as if sighing, or perhaps complaining.

“But,” she added, changing the subject.

"In this boring world, there are always some people who are destined to be extraordinary."

Upon hearing this, Wayne's expression hardened.

For a moment, he almost mistook Eve's mention of "extraordinary people" for the main characters in the animation.

Fortunately, her next words quickly dispelled Wayne's doubts.

"Bringing extraordinary people together, finding and witnessing the close connections between them... that's fulfilling for me."

Eve wore an enigmatic smile. "That was my original intention."

The orange light slanted across his feet, casting a long shadow.

Wayne walked over and saw her painting.

His gaze swept briefly over the girl in the painting before settling on the boy's blank face, where he remained silent.

"How is it?" Eve asked.

"It's not finished yet, so it's hard to give a proper evaluation," Wayne said honestly.

Before a painting is truly finished, any mistake can ruin a painting with great potential.

After saying that, he added, "However, this girl is very pretty."

Of course it has to be beautiful!

He wasn't blind; he could tell that the girl was drawn based on Chris's likeness.

"Yes, she is very beautiful."

Eve affirmed his assessment.

After a long silence between them, Eve brought up the topic again.

“Her beauty makes you feel from the bottom of your heart… she deserves what she wants,” Eve said softly.

Whether it's love or anything else.

Just looking at this person, a thought involuntarily arises:

People like her deserve happiness.

“She has it,” Wayne said.

Miss Chris, the protagonist, is surrounded by love and lacks nothing.

With the protagonist's halo, she could be almost omnipotent if she wanted to.

“No.” Eve shook her head.

"She may have thought she got it. But what she got... was just a fake."

It's like a cheap doll cobbled together from inferior materials.

Everything seems normal, but you never know when it might fall apart.

Or perhaps it's like a counterfeit emergency medication, which a dying patient, clinging to hope, swallows.

In the end, they still have to watch helplessly as their lives come to an end.

So-called counterfeit goods are—

Something fake.

Wayne gazed at Miss Eve, who was leaning against the window.

"It's not a fake."

Seeing Eve turn around and look at him, Wayne emphasized again, "My feelings for her are not fake."