My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Keep it up, Mr. Richard!

They are currently in the Lily Society's private activity room.

This must be the most prestigious place in the academy. No one, whether teacher or student, is allowed to enter. The furnishings are even more luxurious than the office building I visited last time.

The president will regularly convene members to hold salons, afternoon teas, and other events, and may also provide them with some special support.

With their connections, the Lily Society can always find out a lot of inside information in advance. All plans or notices that the academy hasn't had time to send out are often already known to everyone in the Lily Society.

Not long ago, Prince Richard submitted an internal letter of recommendation for Wayne. Thanks to the background of the Wincher family and the prince's personal guarantee, he became a member of the Lily Society with almost no decent tests.

However, Chris doesn't come to this place often; she prefers the more private handicraft department.

Sofia Patrick, a sixth-grade girl with beautiful long hair and a youthful and lively appearance, is the current president of the Lily Society.

She brought over a plate of handmade desserts and placed it in front of Wayne and the others.

"Give it a try? My creation from this morning's baking class."

Gavin exclaimed excitedly, "Hey! I was just feeling a bit hungry, long live Sophia!"

Sophia sighed, "It's all the fault of that idiot I was assigned to. He kept saying he was the head of the handicraft department and had superb skills, and then he made a bunch of weird and wonderful things."

"I've already done everything I can to get rid of all that extra junk."

Ah, the poor pride of the head of the handicraft department...

"By the way," Sophia suddenly looked at Wayne and asked, "Why did Chris suddenly join the craft club this semester?"

“I remember that the child used to be completely uninterested in club activities, but he would always call out ‘Sister Sophia, Sister Sophia,’ and would run to the Lily Club as soon as get out of class was over.”

When the past was mentioned, she became lost in memories.

"...But lately, it feels like I haven't seen her in a long time."

After saying that, the president showed a faint look of disappointment.

"She's been busy preparing for the school club lately. She says she has a plan to crush the orchestra in one fell swoop."

“I think I’ve heard something about it…” Sophia asked curiously. “The epic bet between the Handicrafts Department and the Orchestral Department?”

"No, it can't be called a 'century' at all, it's just kids competing with each other."

Hearing him say that, Sophia smiled gently, "How come Wayne's speech has become so mature?"

After taking a bite of the perfectly baked cookie, Wayne felt healed by that smile.

My senior is so gentle. I wish Chris could speak to me so softly and gently.

……

In the orchestral section.

Ge Li sat to one side, his posture upright as he flipped through the scores accumulated by the orchestra over the years.

Excellent sheet music is an extremely scarce resource, and in the Kingdom of Saint Loens, no other school has a richer collection than Qingxi Academy. Many of the sheet music here were even acquired and donated by wealthy individuals who had graduated from Qingxi Academy, who had used various means to find them elsewhere.

From the moment Gothic Edgeworth entered the academy as a first-year student, he was deeply attracted by the dashing figures of the seniors who were participating in the school's anniversary performance.

Under the bright indoor magic lights, the beautiful musical instruments on the stage seemed to radiate a dazzling light.

From then on, I worked hard to get into the orchestra.

He studied cello and flute diligently, passed the string section's rigorous audition, and became the vice president of the string section in the second semester of his fourth year.

If nothing unexpected happens, I will naturally take over the position of the next minister once the current minister graduates.

Driven by her love for the club, and also by a sense of duty and responsibility, she devoted herself to maintaining the club.

The orchestra is undoubtedly her pride and joy.

However, that monkey Chris arrogantly spouted nonsense about "lacking ability but blindly following trends," belittling the orchestral section as insignificant.

She admitted that children's abilities are indeed limited compared to adults. But in the academy, isn't the orchestral club better than the crafts club?

Every member here has received years of music education and has worked closely together and rehearsed in the club to present beautiful melodies on stage.

While they were putting in their hard work, what was the handicraft department doing?

Every day, they either knit sweaters, scarves, or just laze around aimlessly, constantly teetering on the edge of becoming a dead society.

How can a craft department like this have the right to say that it represents "heartfelt sentiments"?

Do not make jokes.

The school tournament championship will once again belong to the orchestra!

As Ge Li gazed at the dancing notes and melodies in the sheet music, he unconsciously drifted off into a daze.

"Karei-sama! Karei-sama!"

Some members rushed to the orchestral section in a panic.

"What is it?" she asked without looking up.

The visitor immediately straightened his appearance and reported with a serious expression, "Vice Minister! I have obtained intelligence from the Handicraft Department! The information comes from the Lily Society and is highly reliable!"

“Hmm.” Ge Li looked up at her.

It's Yuna.

Ever since she embarrassed me in front of the prince, I've kept my distance from her for a while.

Knowing she had committed an unforgivable sin, Yuna had been trying her best to please him lately.

"What news?" she asked coldly.

"It's about the craft club's work that they'll be showcasing at the school fair. The evaluation is only four words—"

At this point, Yuna paused for a moment, anxiously observing Ge Li's expression.

"explain."

"...a decisive victory."

Ge Li's eyes narrowed.

Immediately, a deep sense of doubt arose in my mind.

Where does her confidence come from?

The orchestra was the champion in the last competition and has won the championship for five consecutive years. If they win again this time, it will be their sixth consecutive victory.

"Something's strange," she muttered to herself.

Chapter 38 Turning the Tables

Chris was working hard towards her grand plan, while Wayne began to focus on dealing with the troublesome dog at home.

Everything else at school can be put aside for now, but this dog is the only thing that can instantly destroy my life.

Perhaps it's because of its irresistible cuteness, but Mr. Pokran is now completely enamored with it.

When Wayne returned that day, he saw Mr. Pokran, whose expression could be described as devout.

The white puppy sat on the long bench, looking straight ahead with an arrogant expression.

The playwright was hunched over his desk, sketching something, glancing up at it every now and then.

"Mr. Pokran."

Wayne spoke up.

"Shh!" Pokran put his index finger to his lips, signaling him not to disrupt the creative atmosphere.

Wayne approached silently, stood beside Pokran's desk, and glanced at the papers on the table.

It has very rough lines, two dead fish eyes like big light bulbs, but it is posing in an unusually seductive pose. Only its long muzzle and tail can barely be identified as a dog.

Wayne remained silent, quietly waiting for him to finish this masterpiece.

Pokran put down his pen and let out a long sigh.

"...Sir, your painting skills are truly abstract," Wayne commented.

Perhaps in later generations, he could be considered a pioneering master who set a precedent.

"The only painting-related knowledge I have is from drawing patterns for tapestries my family made when I was young." Pokran didn't mind the little boy's reserved words and held up the masterpiece to show him.

"Do you think this kind of image will really be liked by the public?" he asked.

Wien thought for a moment and said, "Popular tastes change constantly in every era and period. Works that people don't like now may be sought after by everyone hundreds of years later."

“You’re right.” Pokran put down his painting. “Indeed, many artists only become appreciated long after they’ve passed away.”

“However, in any case, I think Miss Chris’s idea about the hero dog is a bit… too far-fetched.” He shook his head. “That’s not something that can be called drama, just like this painting of mine.”

Xiao Bai jumped down from the bar stool, then used other chairs to leap onto the desk, its agility resembling that of a cat.

It looked at its own portrait with a disgusted expression and let out a "woof".

“What is the meaning of the performance?” Wayne laughed.

"—It's for entertaining the masses."

Upon hearing this, Pokran looked surprised.

"How could you think that? Acting is an art of self-expression."

This is a definition he has come up with himself over the years: all his works and his theater performances are born from the ideas he wants to express.

Unlike the classical school, which used performance as a tool to please the gods, praise heroes, and incidentally seek personal gain.

He thought his ideas were already considered outrageous in this world, but he never expected that the young master of the Duke's mansion would be even more radical than him.

"Perhaps some people, as you said, uphold the idea of ​​self-expression. But in the end, the works that survive will be the ones that are loved by the public."

Wayne said, "Mr. Pokland, you are no exception."

He walked over, held the white dog down, and tucked it into his arms.

"You became famous because your works are loved and enjoyed by the people!"

"Commoners hate nobles, so they cheer for the ugliness of the nobles you depict; commoners hate the church, so they cheer for the greed of the church you depict. And what is the living space for superhero dogs? It is the injustices, big and small, in life."

"It punishes evil and promotes good, it is indomitable, it comes from a star in the sky, and it came specifically to save the world—doesn't this seemingly absurd story clearly contain the expectations of the people?"

Wayne's words grew more and more forceful, and Pokran found them surprisingly reasonable.

But doesn't something seem a little off?

After fooling Pokran, and taking advantage of his thoughtful expression, Wayne quickly picked up the little white dog and left. The dog had been with Pokran for so long; it was about time it went back to its kennel.

Little White didn't resist and was silently carried back to his room by Wayne.

Yes, its room is Wayne's room, and the flower basket quietly placed in the corner is its warm doghouse.

"Give me a bigger room," Xiaobai suddenly said.

“What exactly are you planning?” Wayne asked seriously, ignoring its request.

"It's hard for people to believe you if you're not honest."

It was silent for a moment. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

"That Witch's Night? Do you think I look like someone who's easy to fool?"

Wayne threw it on the ground and sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at it.

No sooner had he sat down than the little white paw hopped onto the bed.

"Damn it, your paws are filthy from running around all day, don't step on my bed!" Wayne yelled in frustration.

"Didn't you just hug me? And you don't even shower before bed?!"

"..."

Shrimp and pork heart.

“People in this world take showers in the morning,” Wayne felt he needed to explain.

"Hmph." The white dog remained noncommittal.

It paused for a moment, as if organizing its thoughts.

"The Witch's Night I mentioned earlier was just to make it easier for you to understand. Basically, it's something like that. If it's not stopped, the disasters in this world will only increase... until the story completely collapses."