My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Wayne looked slightly taken aback and turned his face away.

He was about to ask her if she had finished her homework yesterday, but what first caught his eye was her two long golden hairs, carefully tied up with pink ribbons.

It was so dazzling... it was as if it were shining on its own.

Her hair, which was clearly styled and had the ends curled up in small buns, swayed slightly with her steps.

It looks very, very—

cute.

Chris seemed surprised to run into Wayne as soon as she came out, and paused for a moment.

As Wayne's unwavering gaze locked onto her, her face gradually flushed red.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

His tone was inexplicably guilty.

Wayne suddenly remembered an idiom.

Delicious food.

Without saying a word, he took a few steps forward and walked up to her.

As if startled by his abrupt action, Chris took a half-step back in a fluster, then forced herself to stop.

Wayne's eyes darkened slightly as he extended his hand to her.

The boy's long, large hand drew closer and closer, and Chris nervously closed her eyes.

All I saw was—

Wayne grabbed a strand of her hair.

"Excuse me, may I touch it?" he suddenly asked.

Her thick eyelashes trembled at first, then slowly opened, revealing a pair of eyes that shone like stars beneath them.

Seeing his excited expression, Chris was speechless.

You...aren't you already touching me?

result.

On this ordinary morning, Wayne's dream came true halfway.

Even after they got into the carriage and were on their way to the academy, he couldn't help but stick close to Chris, lovingly playing with her exquisitely soft golden twin ponytails.

"Hey, you better stop now!"

Chris became shy from being constantly manipulated by him.

"Just how much do you like it! It's almost like..." Her voice gradually faded.

"Like a pervert."

As if he had received confirmation, Wayne let out a suspicious chuckle.

Chapter 229 More and more people are breaking the rules.

Although he had been harassing Chris the whole way, Wayne restrained his increasingly outrageous behavior after entering the academy.

Because I'm afraid of being seen by...someone else.

"By the way, have you written your self-criticism?"

Chris suddenly remembered something.

“I finished writing it a long time ago,” Wayne teased. “Do you think everyone is like you, always procrastinating until the last second?”

Chris showed a very dissatisfied expression at his seemingly superior tone.

"I'm just worried about you!"

Hearing her tone turn cold, Wayne immediately straightened his posture and apologized solemnly:

"sorry!"

"Miss Chris's minor flaw is a balancing shackle that God deliberately placed on you because He doesn't allow such a perfect being to exist in this world!"

"Therefore, please do not be influenced by my short-sighted views!"

Chris felt incredibly embarrassed after being hit head-on by his exaggerated and even nauseating flattery.

……but.

Even though I knew it was fake, a fleeting joy still lingered in my heart, something I couldn't quite grasp myself.

She didn't want to talk to Wayne anymore.

"Go and give it to the chairman yourself. I don't want to get criticized along with you."

After saying that, Chris quickly ran up to the teaching building with small, quick steps.

Watching her run faster than a rabbit, Wayne couldn't help but chuckle.

Only after her skirt disappeared completely around the corner of the stairs did he turn around and walk towards the office building in another direction.

The self-criticism I wrote last night has already been put in Wayne's pocket.

This was no problem for him at all. After all, the templates were readily available.

Begin by sincerely reflecting on your mistakes.

In the middle, he explains why things have developed to this point, while subtly absolving himself of responsibility.

In conclusion, suggestions for improvement are proposed, and it is guaranteed that the same mistake will never be made again.

This is all the same old trick.

Thanks to my experience of writing a lot of these things back in the day, it only took me about half an hour to complete this apology letter of more than a thousand words.

Moreover, the writing is very sincere, with a lot of personal insights interspersed throughout, making this self-criticism seem completely genuine.

If the chairman of the board were to see such an excellent self-criticism, he would surely understand the small mistake these outstanding students made due to their youthful passion and momentary impulse.

In addition, to maintain consistency in their statements, he also included information about the engine in the apology letter sent to Asclepius.

It roughly adopted Eve's explanation for fooling Chris:

—It was because he had spoken disrespectfully to the Edgeworth family, which was overheard by Goth. This escalated the conflict, and it erupted on the spot.

That makes sense.

It's much more reasonable than the actual situation.

Upon reaching the top floor of the office building, Wayne intended to ask his assistant to pass on the message.

But just as he was about to leave, his assistant called him back.

"Wayne, don't rush off!"

She said in an exceptionally sweet voice, "The chairman said that if you come anytime, please meet with him."

Upon hearing this, Wayne was somewhat surprised.

Something is wrong!

He became alert.

Could it be that you want to...

While we were handing in our apologies one by one, they were separately questioning us about what exactly happened that day, hoping to take us down one by one?

The school's chairman is so insidious!

But then he thought again that it might not be that bad.

Richard had said that the chairman was very unmotivated and shouldn't have had the time or energy to execute such a complex plan.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and time did not allow him much time to let his wandering thoughts linger.

Soon, after receiving permission, he entered the chairman's office.

The furnishings here remain the same as always.

Two rows of mahogany bookshelves stand on either side of the wall, while a huge desk occupies the center.

Even the ceiling height seems to be higher than in other parts of the academy.

In comparison, this rather large office seems a bit too empty.

The only difference was that the telescope by the window was now positioned differently.

...What should I do? I'm starting to suspect he might be a voyeur.

Behind Wayne, the assistant gently closed the office door.

"Actually, I've heard of your name for a long time and really wanted to meet you alone, but unfortunately I never had the chance."

Harold officially started the conversation with a line that was clearly just a polite remark.

—I come to school on time every week, how could we not have had a chance to meet for so many years?

It's simply that they don't want to see each other, or that it hasn't reached the point where they absolutely have to meet.

He chuckled inwardly, but Wayne remained outwardly calm, listening quietly to what he had to say.

Seeing that he did not accept his greetings as usual, Harold also gave up on those pointless and tedious social niceties.

“I have to admit, you surprised me a bit,” he said.

"Transferring Tasia Louis to another class is not as easy as it seems."

Perhaps it was because of his weak voice and those dead fish eyes, but even his words of praise sounded unsettling.

Wayne declined, saying, "No, no, no, that was all Richard's doing."

No, that's not it.

Harold's veto was firm.

There was a moment of silence in the office before the sound of him tapping the table with a magnifying glass could be heard again.

"Tap—tap—"

Wayne noticed that this seemed to be a habitual action of his.

"Anyone who knows Prince Richard will know very well... this was not a decision he made himself."

After thinking for a moment, he changed his wording:

"Or rather, without someone else pushing him, it would be difficult for him to really make up his mind and to do things so decisively."

"so--"

"You, as the 'pusher,' will inevitably come into the sights of certain people."

Wayne frowned.

The chairman's words had a hidden meaning.

“I’m only reminding you of this because of Conley,” Harold said. “Watch your words.”

After spouting some vague and incoherent words, Harold dismissed Wayne.

……

Outside the office, the assistant watched Wayne leave, then pushed open the door and returned.

"By the way, Mr. Chairman, this is the letter of self-criticism submitted by Wayne." Beatrice handed over a letter. "Please take a look."

Harold perked up, picked up the letter, and glanced at it.

His face fell instantly when he saw the neat and tidy handwriting.

With a bitter face, he stuffed the letter of self-criticism back into his hands and impatiently pushed it back to Beatrice.

"Take it, take it. I've already seen it. Just post it on the bulletin board."

Those overly energetic young people really don't understand how to be considerate of their own difficulties.

He slumped back in his chair and turned his face back to the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

—It seems that there are more and more people who don't follow the rules.