My older sister is a villainous rich girl

When the next class started, although Gavin called Wayne into the classroom, he was still not fully conscious.

—So he managed to sleep through two classes in a row.

Looking at his blank class notes, Wayne was completely petrified.

What to do? He had promised to lend Tasia his daily notes...

Is there anyone I can borrow to copy now?

As he was hesitating about who to ask, another notebook was slammed onto his desk.

“Take it,” Chris said generously.

Wayne: ? ? ?

"Yours?" He was taken aback.

“Yeah, if it’s not mine, is it yours?” Chris rolled her eyes at him dismissively.

"I can tell you weren't listening since you've been sleeping the whole time, so I'll have to reluctantly share my notes."

Chapter 439 A Visit to the Chairman's Office

To Wayne's surprise, Chris took very careful notes in those two classes.

That's true. As long as she can make up her mind, she can usually get things done very well.

After thanking her sincerely, Wayne quickly filled in his notes while chatting with Chris, who was sitting next to him.

"I have to meet with Chairman Harold before school ends. Do you want to come along?" he asked casually.

Chris hesitated for a moment.

"What I'm going to do is none of his business..."

Seeing that Chris seemed reluctant, Wayne didn't press the issue. "Then you and your friends play for a while. I'll be back soon after I submit the Lily Society's report."

Now that the position of acting president of the Lily Society has been handed over to Wayne, he has to handle some miscellaneous tasks according to regulations.

Fortunately, these matters were not difficult to handle overall, and the academy did not object to them seeking other help, so Wayne was able to manage.

"Speaking of which... Chris, do you have any ideas for holiday activities?" he asked again. "If you want to go anywhere, you can tell me in advance, and maybe we can organize the Lily Club students to go together."

Unlike usual, Chris didn't show any excitement at the mention of going out to play this time.

She just hugged her chest sullenly: "Although I usually have a lot of fun with my friends, it doesn't mean I want to be with them all the time."

Wayne stopped writing.

He couldn't help but glance sideways at Chris's expression.

"So... can I take that to mean you just want to be with me?"

Chris snorted and didn't respond.

Even though she doesn't want to be with him, she forcibly suppresses this natural feeling... From any perspective, Chris's personality is too conflicted.

But at the same time, Wayne also found that he could actually understand her feelings in this respect.

Just like the problems that had plagued me before.

It was simply because of the fear of not getting a satisfactory result that they avoided starting anything at all.

Then he chuckled softly, "Actually, I also really want to be with Chris, don't you think?"

Upon hearing his words, Chris's expression immediately became unnatural, and she deliberately looked away.

"Don't think that just by saying nice things, you can fool me into thinking you're all sweet-talking..." she whispered.

“Where?” Wayne said helplessly.

Moreover, the fact that you emphasize this point clearly proves that you are already quite confused.

He quickly finished his class notes, then took the notes and the materials from his drawer and strode towards the school's chairman's office.

Having gone through the process several times, he was already familiar with the route. The assistant didn't stop him when she saw him, and let him slip in directly.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard two familiar voices arguing.

"Your theory is completely wrong! It's fundamentally flawed from the very beginning, which leads to all subsequent conjectures being wrong, and of course, you can only arrive at an incorrect conclusion!" one person shouted excitedly.

“My theory itself must be correct! It can’t possibly be wrong!” another voice immediately retorted.

"Perhaps it's because we couldn't fully recreate the scene that the experiment failed. This is simply because a necessary condition is missing, which is why my deduction is invalid..."

The office door wasn't closed, so Wayne simply stopped by the door.

However, after waiting for a long time, neither of them showed any sign of stopping, so Wayne had no choice but to knock on the door frame and say, "Chairman, and teacher, I have something important to report!"

It was only then that the two arguing people realized someone had arrived.

Conley, his face flushed and neck red from arguing, glanced at Wayne, then stormed over to a sofa chair and sat down, burying his face in his tea.

Chairman Harold cleared his throat, stepped back into his chair, and resumed his usual gentle and refined demeanor.

He asked casually, as if nothing had happened, "What is it? Go ahead and say it."

"It's like this..."

Wayne submitted the Lily Society's report to him and explained the Lily Society's naming rights sponsorship plan.

Harold was immediately drawn to his proposal.

"You mean, granting certifications to certain groups or items in the name of the Lily Society? While it could certainly be profitable, wouldn't that negatively impact the Lily Society's reputation?"

“That requires internal review,” Wayne said. “The qualifications of the party being certified will be assessed at least once before a decision is made on whether or not to grant the qualification. In addition, the number of places issued each year is limited, and the results will be made public afterward.”

"Doing so will also help cultivate the ability of Lily Society members to handle affairs and their sense of collective honor."

After a period of organization, Wayne's plan is now quite complete.

After listening to his explanation, Harold pondered for a while.

“You are the president of the Lily Society, and in principle I cannot interfere with your work. However, this is a new thing after all, so let’s try it on a small scale first.”

His point was to control the quantity to prevent things from getting too messy and difficult to handle.

Wayne didn't seem disappointed and nodded to indicate that he understood.

"By the way... Chairman, are you going to the Royal Cathedral again today?"

Before leaving, Wayne asked one more question.

"what happened?"

For some reason, Harold seemed a little wary.

"What I was thinking was, if you happen to be going there, could you please take these two notebooks to Tasia for me? That way I won't have to make another trip."

Sigh, I wonder how much longer it will take before I can find a real solution to this problem...

Thinking about how much suffering Tasia must be going through right now, Wayne was momentarily distracted.

The white dog kept telling itself that the clues were right beside him. But what use was all he had—a potion and formula that could change appearance? Could simply changing Tasia's mother's identity really cure her illness?

If I told Tasia this, she might think I was deliberately mocking her.

“I see…” Harold’s expression softened, and he said softly, “Actually, I pass by the church every day on my way home. It’s okay, you can just leave it here. I’ll take it with me when I get home.”

Hmm? Your tone seems much more natural now.

'When we were talking about the church earlier, the chairman seemed a little worried that I would ask some other questions…'

Thinking of this, Wayne turned to look at Professor Conley sitting on the sofa next to him.

Chapter 440 Unrelated persons, please leave.

A tiny bit of doubt arose in Wayne's heart.

So he stopped in a hurry to leave and went over to Conley to start a conversation.

"Was the teacher arguing with the chairman just now?" he asked, revealing a hint of youthful curiosity.

Conley was about to reply when Harold immediately cut him off. "Uh...it's nothing, we were just exchanging academic questions."

Then he showed a hint of displeasure. "Alright, do you have any other questions? If not, you can go back now."

The eagerness to get rid of them was no longer concealed at all.

Wayne let out a long "Oh," and then glanced at Conley's face several more times.

Conley didn't understand at first, but after Wayne's repeated hints, he finally realized what was going on.

"I have other things to take care of, and I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

After saying that, he casually picked up his bag, turned around and left.

"Eh—"

Harold wanted to persuade him to stay, but with Wayne present, he couldn't resort to unconventional methods, and in the end, he could only angrily slam his fist on the table.

The office fell silent, and Wayne tactfully took his leave.

"Go ahead, go ahead..." Harold waved his hand dismissively, clearly bored.

"If you ever see your teacher again, please pass on this message for me: once an opportunity is missed, it will never come again."

After watching Wayne leave, Harold grabbed the magnifying glass from his desk and started tapping it irritably.

"Young people these days are all so cunning... humph."

His deep voice gradually faded into nothingness.

Outside the office building.

When Wayne came out, he immediately saw Professor Conley standing under the shade of a tree waiting for him.

He felt a little relieved, realizing that his teacher still cared about him as a student.

"Teacher," he greeted as he stepped forward.

"Hmm." Conley turned around and subconsciously tugged at the tie around his neck, which was tied a little too tightly.

"The water in the capital has been rather murky lately, so be careful," he said in a low voice.

Wayne was taken aback; this was the third person to tell him to be careful or cautious.

When everyone around you senses that a storm is brewing, perhaps in some corner, thunder has already quietly descended.

"Yes, I understand." He nodded.

"By the way, what were the teacher and the chairman arguing about just now? They seemed to be having a really heated argument." He mentioned it as if it were just a casual remark.

"Sigh..."

Conley was clearly full of resentment and was about to complain, but in the blink of an eye he seemed to regain his senses and was unwilling to make it clear because he was concerned about something.

He remained silent for a while.

"Regarding a certain research project. If it goes well in the end, you will know then; if it doesn't go well, there's no need to tell anyone."

This answer sounds very perfunctory and is hardly convincing.

To be fair, Conley has always been passionate about studying and analyzing the properties of matter, and using this knowledge to create all sorts of strange and wonderful things in combination with magic. Within the Kingdom of Lornes, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a great inventor.

Thinking of this, it was as if a bolt of lightning had swept through Wayne's mind, and all the fog suddenly cleared.

"--teacher."

He suddenly spoke with a strange expression, "Could I ask you for a favor?"

……

Wayne breathed a slight sigh of relief after entrusting the research on the active ingredient in this special medicine to Professor Conley.

In terms of professional expertise, even after studying for a long time, I am still far from Professor Conley's level.

I hope for a good result.

However, when he returned to the Lily Society, he was shocked by what he saw.

At the long conference table made of mahogany, the two opposing camps were clearly divided, like fire and water.

On one side is Chris, and on the other side is Geli.