My older sister is a villainous rich girl

She spoke in a very calm tone, as if she were simply stating a fact.

"Tasia is beautiful, gentle and kind, has top grades, powerful magic, and a strong personality..."

Chris listed a whole host of Tasia's good qualities and asked confidently, "It's hard not to like a girl who's that outstanding, isn't it?"

Then, her expression gradually turned melancholy: "Unlike me..."

Her words were subtle and ethereal, making it impossible to grasp the true emotions within them.

"Sometimes I even think that people like me are just outwardly glamorous."

"But once you understand the essence—"

"There's absolutely no way anyone could like it."

Her voice was so resolute.

Upon hearing this, Wayne fell silent for a moment.

no.

He braced himself against the table and chair with both hands, bent down, and pressed his forehead against hers.

"—I will like it."

Their breaths were almost touching.

He could feel that her breathing was erratic.

Wayne said again, "Even if no one else in the world likes Chris, I will still like her."

Chris smiled faintly.

"The real me... is much more wicked than the 'Chris' you knew before, isn't she?"

"It's ok."

She blinked, then suddenly asked, "You'd even be okay with me wearing women's clothes?"

As the tips of her eyelashes gently brushed against him, Wayne felt as if a few feathers were lightly brushing against his heart.

"As long as you're willing to do as I ask... it's fine," he said in a resigned whisper.

Remembering Wayne's strange and unusual requests, Chris couldn't hold back any longer and quickly ended the increasingly dangerous conversation.

She cleared her throat twice and said with a very serious expression, "Since you've said it so many times, I'll believe you."

"Shouldn't you show your determination with your actions?" Wayne teased.

Their eyes met.

Chris's eyes were clear as water.

Looking into his still smiling eyes, she slowly raised her head and pecked him on the lips.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, they kissed and ran away.

Wayne was slightly taken aback.

"That's it?"

He frowned and said with displeasure, "Chris, your determination is far from enough!"

"What...what more do you want?!" she said, blushing.

Wayne slipped his hand through the hair behind her ear and held the back of her head.

"Don't move," he said.

"I'll show you what unwavering determination really means."

Then--

He kissed her forcefully once more.

For a long, long time.

In the end, after Chris gave in, Wayne reluctantly let her go.

After all, we were in a classroom, and someone could come in and interrupt us at any time.

After tidying up their somewhat disheveled uniforms and calming their emotions, the two took a short break before returning to their original topic.

Chris thought it was worth a try regarding Wayne's previous suggestion.

"I also think it might be better to move Tasia to our class."

She pondered for a moment and said, "If I can help, I might be able to help her integrate into the class more effectively..."

Often, excluding someone relies on a tacit understanding.

Given this tacit understanding, if someone stands up to speak for the person involved, they will most likely be ignored along with her.

However, this seemingly unbreakable "collective" does not necessarily represent everyone's true thoughts.

Often, it is just a few "opinion leaders" who use their power to coerce and represent the rest of the group, making others wary and think that contacting the person in question is a provocation against the authority within the group.

Therefore, in an environment where such a stable structure has been formed, it is difficult for those who are ostracized to seek support from those around them.

Humans are naturally inclined to weigh pros and cons. If forced to choose between two extremes, they will naturally choose the one that is more advantageous to them.

But what if this extreme choice is broken?

What if there is more than one voice representing the collective?

If a group of people are willing to accept it, the original barriers to exclusion will naturally be eliminated.

"I'll find a chance to ask Richard what's going on in his class."

That's what Wayne said.

Chapter 220 The Diligent School Chairman

The next day, Wayne met Prince Richard at the Lily Club.

Always busy, in addition to receiving extra individual lessons, he also frequently needs to represent the royal family at various events.

Therefore, this friend doesn't always have the opportunity to live a leisurely life like others.

Incidentally, the school's rule that "no students are allowed to leave during class time" did not apply to Prince Richard.

As the crown prince, he can leave whenever he wants, as long as he makes up an excuse that he has other important business to attend to.

Such special treatments, accumulated over time, become enviable privileges.

“Richard, Tasia has joined my and Chris’s group for this extracurricular survey.” He mentioned the topic casually.

Richard, who was sitting next to him, paused for a moment, then silently took a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah."

He said softly, "That's fine too."

I couldn't detect any emotional fluctuation in his voice.

"Even with Richard around, can't he stop others from ostracizing her?" Wayne asked.

He also thought that, even out of his honest nature and compassion, Richard should have tried to offer Tasia some help.

But I've never heard him mention it.

Richard looked troubled.

"I asked her before if she wanted to join my group."

Wayne stopped stirring his coffee with the spoon in his hand.

"Well, then what?"

“Then, she rejected him,” Richard sighed. “And when word got out, her situation seemed to get even worse.”

"..."

Is that how it is?

Wayne didn't know what to say.

"Richard, you should be more aware of how popular you are with girls."

Although it sounds enviable, the thought of the unpleasant consequences makes it seem less appealing.

Hearing his statement, Richard smiled wryly and said, "I would rather exchange everyone else's welcome for the person I like to like me too."

--hiss.

Wayne felt goosebumps all over his body.

We shouldn't linger here; let's finish what we need to say quickly.

"Actually, Chris and I have an idea that might alleviate Tasia's current situation."

Wayne put down his coffee cup, looked at Richard, and said seriously, "But I need your help with this."

Prince Richard, who holds the highest priority privileges within the academy, has crucial support.

"What is it?"

Seeing how serious his expression was, Richard also became serious.

“Transfer Tasia to our class, and let the [group] led by Chris accept Tasia.”

With a group of loyal girlfriends, Chris already has enough to make her voice heard.

Although there is a possibility of clashing head-on with some noble ladies who dislike Tasia, this pressure is nothing to the Wincher family.

On the other hand...

Because Chris has always been known for her "free-spirited" nature and her tendency to act solely on her whims, she is able to make others accept her unconventional behavior quite easily.

This is undoubtedly an advantage that those well-behaved aristocratic ladies do not possess.

Richard fell silent.

After a long pause, he spoke again.

“There is an obstacle here that cannot be resolved for the time being,” he said with some difficulty.

Richard understood perfectly well that being in the same class as Tasia was an arrangement made by His Majesty the King.

The father hoped that he could choose a suitable one from the academy—the future queen.

She was neither a princess from another country nor a noblewoman from within the country.

Instead, she was a commoner girl with exceptional magical talent and close ties to the church.

He couldn't believe that Wayne and Chris could reverse this fact; he simply couldn't see any possibility of it happening.

Upon hearing this, Wayne discreetly glanced around, but found no one paying attention to his conversation with Richard.

He stopped being coy and said directly, "I know that His Majesty the King has his intentions involved."

Richard looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected that even he knew the inside story.

“But Richard isn’t willing, is he?” Wayne asked softly.

He wouldn't have made the suggestion rashly if he wasn't confident he could make it happen.

Richard smiled forlornly.

"Yes, I'm not willing."

"—Then resist!"

Wayne spoke expressionlessly, in a matter-of-fact tone.

……

The school's chairman's office.

This place is the highest point on the campus of Seokye Academy.

Even the scenery in the elementary and junior high schools can be seen.

In this magnificent and enormous campus, countless stories of youth unfold every minute and every second.

He watched others' glorious years day after day, feeling himself growing old year after year in their youth.