My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Chris lightly punched him.

"It's all your fault for suddenly saying those... strange things, it kept me up all night!" Chris complained.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's my fault."

He gave a perfunctory and casual reply.

However, after a brief pause, Wayne suddenly suggested again, "How about we try... sleeping together tonight?"

"Maybe it can improve sleep quality?"

Chapter 262 Are you a sore loser?

Meeting agenda: Group arrangements for travel.

Six people, gathered together for the same research report, sat around a small, empty meeting room.

These support facilities provided to students can be accessed simply by submitting an application.

...Of course, it has to be done during free time when there are no conflicts with other people.

Finally, this moment has arrived.

Wayne raised his head alertly, his gaze subtly sweeping back and forth between Lawrence and Gavin's faces.

Gavin's side is fine.

On Lawrence's side, the problem seems to be quite big.

Things didn't go quite as I expected.

"Shouldn't I be better off teaming up with Wayne?!" This voice sparked a brawl.

Lawrence, in a very incomprehensible way, insisted on being in the same group as Wayne.

"I want to be in a group with Lady Chris!" Molly shouted.

Despite Wayne's declaration of sovereignty, she still doesn't seem discouraged.

“Since there are three people on each side, I should have a place next to Lady Chris no matter what,” Molly said.

“I…I also want to be in a group with Chris.” Tasia’s voice wasn’t loud, but her tone became inexplicably firm.

It's as if those words made a firm decision.

"Huh? Does this mean we're an all-male team?!" Gavin exclaimed incredulously. "No way! Without all these beautiful ladies around, I don't even have the energy to do any work!"

Upon hearing this, Molly immediately showed a look of disgust and added, "And also, I don't want to be in a group with Gavin."

"...Have you forgotten that I said from the beginning that I was going to be in a group with Chris?" Wayne slapped his forehead.

The scene was chaotic.

Chris looked somewhat helpless as she was being pursued by three people at the same time.

“It’s unrealistic to try to satisfy everyone’s wishes at the same time,” she said. “So, let’s draw lots.”

As she finished speaking, Chris pulled a stack of papers out of her bag—

Playing cards.

This thing was "invented" by Chris out of boredom, and now some rudimentary ways of playing cards have become popular among a small group of people outside the community.

Everyone present, except for Wayne, looked surprised.

They seemed not to understand how this involved drawing lots.

“Let’s use playing cards to group them,” Chris said calmly.

She placed the deck of cards in her palm and showed it to everyone present, as if this would demonstrate her fairness and impartiality.

“Now, starting from my left, we’ll draw the cards one by one,” she explained.

"The group that draws the red card is Group 1, and the group that draws the black card is Group 2. This continues until one side has three people, and the rest are automatically assigned to the other group."

Chris first placed the deck of cards under the table, shuffling them out of sight; a moment later, she put them back on the table and shuffled them in a dazzling display in front of everyone.

"The order is now completely messed up."

She held up her hands, unfolded the deck of cards, and first drew one and placed it on the edge of her table.

It has a black face.

Ignoring the card that had been drawn, she reshuffled the remaining cards, roughly circled them once, and then casually handed one to the person sitting to her left.

In front of Wayne.

Looking at the decks of cards with identical backs, Wayne observed them for a long time with a blank expression before hesitantly extending a hand.

With his thumb on top and his index finger and the others below, his hand moved slowly across the unfolded cards.

As the first example of someone to take the plunge, the others at the table watched Wayne's actions with bated breath.

As his thumb moved to a particular sheet, he suddenly felt...

Chris gently touched the finger that was placed under the card.

He pondered for a moment, then pulled out the playing card he was currently holding.

The movements were neither hurried nor slow, but completely natural.

He unfolded the cards, which were also black.

After their demonstration, the others followed suit and drew a card in the same manner.

Gavin, red.

Lawrence, red.

When it was Tasia's turn, she paused slightly as she drew her card. But the next second, she flipped the card over, just like the others had done.

black.

As the results came in, after going around in circles, the black group now had three members.

So, Molly, who was sitting to Chris's right, was forced to be assigned to Lawrence and Gavin's group before she even had a chance to draw a number herself.

Wayne, trying hard to suppress a laugh, concluded, "Alright! Me, Chris, and Tasia are in one group; Gavin, Lawrence, and Molly are in another. Let's stick to this grouping!"

Molly simply looked at Chris's face.

She looked dejected after confirming that Chris wouldn't be re-arranging.

"Why is this happening?! My luck is just too bad."

Tsk tsk tsk... This isn't just luck, Molly.

Wayne smiled.

"There's a saying that goes, when someone's luck hits rock bottom, good luck will follow," he comforted her. "Molly, why don't you take this opportunity to participate in some raffles or similar activities? You might get a pleasant surprise!"

"Huh? Is that so?" Molly asked, still somewhat skeptical.

On the other side, Chris folded her prop playing cards back together, preparing to put them back in her bag.

Just as this insignificant little episode was about to pass smoothly, Lawrence finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"and many more!"

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

“I want to check all the cards in your hand!” he yelled at Chris.

His shout caused Chris to pause in her tidying up.

But soon he resumed his previous slow and deliberate movements, ignoring Lawrence's requests.

Wayne dutifully jumped out.

"Hmm?" His voice was somewhat indifferent.

"Lawrence, what do you mean? Can't you take a joke?"

There's no way you'll be allowed to have an examination.

If you actually find out we're cheating, that would be terrible!

In fact, the playing cards Chris brought out this time were indeed tampered with.

There were only three black cards; the rest were all red cards.

Wayne and Tasia were both able to draw the cards precisely because of Chris's hints.

In fact, to ensure that the desired grouping was achieved, Chris hid the only risky black card after Wayne drew it, before it was Tasia's turn, for two rounds by using the shuffling action.

If they had more than one chance, Gavin and Lawrence would probably be surprised to find that no matter how many times they drew, they would always get a red card.

"It's not that I can't take a joke..."

Lawrence opened his mouth to defend himself, but didn't know what to say.

But in the end, he rejected all the reasons and insisted on checking that set of playing cards.

Chapter 263 Well done, Miss Chris!

Even the wisest person can make a mistake, and even the most foolish person can have a stroke of genius.

Although Lawrence may seem silly on the surface, he is actually quite intelligent at times.

However, his resistance was destined to be futile.

Because most of the heroes present at this moment are traitors who stand on Chris's side.

"Your Highness Prince Lawrence, are you doubting Lady Chris?" Molly slammed her hand on the table.

Compared to the regret of not being in the same group as Chris, what she found even more unbearable was that Chris's "prestige" was being challenged by others.

Just considering their roles as followers, Molly and Eve truly lived up to their positions as the left and right protectors.

"Cough cough..."

With Molly playing the bad cop and drawing attention away from the fire, Wayne naturally softened his attitude and started playing the bad cop.

After clearing his throat, he began to feign impartiality and take sides.

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet. Let's stick to this arrangement for now, and try again next time if we have the chance."

Who knows when the next time will be?

However, this did not prevent Wayne from reassuring him in a persuasive tone.

"Lawrence, since you accepted these rules before sitting down at the table, you should accept the final result with a smile, even if you're not satisfied with it."

He exclaimed, "Only in this way can one be considered a true nobleman!"

Gavin sat to the side, his gaze sweeping back and forth like a spectator watching a play, offering no opinion.

Tasia stared silently at her fingers on the table, seemingly lost in thought.

Lawrence, who was quite intelligent, found himself in an awkward and helpless situation.

"Hey, you really want to be in a group with Wayne?"

Seeing his resentful expression, Chris asked, speechless.

"I..." Lawrence hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

In the end, he swallowed back the words he hadn't been able to say. "Never mind, let's leave it at that."

Wayne: ? ? ?

Hey, can't you just say what you have to say?

Wouldn't this obviously lead to misunderstandings from others?

Seeing Lawrence's fluctuating attitude, Chris's expression indeed became somewhat peculiar.

I don't know if I'm thinking in some unspeakable direction.

"Lawrence, is there something you'd like to ask of me?" Wayne asked abruptly.

Lawrence looked up in surprise. "Huh? How did you know?"

Haha, you could have guessed it.