My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Huh? I wasn't thinking anything." Wayne's smile was a little forced.

It’s over.

In that instant, he suddenly felt that his future fate of being hacked to death by a woodcutter might not be too far off.

You couldn't tell anything from his face, but Chris casually reminded him, "Don't let me find out you're hiding something important from me."

"How could that be! Aren't we together every day?"

Wayne felt both guilty and distressed.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Chris suddenly lowered her voice.

"Have you and Richard made a plan?"

Wayne paused for a moment before realizing that she was referring to the plan to reconcile the two brothers.

“The general route is determined, but the specific plan is not yet.” He said with some frustration, “Richard said he can find a better time, but we just have to wait.”

"Don't let the opportunity slip away while you're waiting."

Chris didn't seem very optimistic. "If he could seize the opportunity, he wouldn't have been in a cold war with Lawrence for so many years... You should have given him a push at this time."

"It should be sometime soon, right?" Wayne wasn't sure either.

"Judging from his tone, he is indeed very confident. — Of course, I will also keep a close eye on the progress."

After learning a little about the two people's situation, Chris relaxed and let out a long sigh.

"Constantly worrying about these things really ages you mentally." She felt slightly annoyed.

...Please don't talk like you're seventy or eighty years old, okay?

"It seems like I've always been the one worrying more. Even if we're going to get old, I'll be the one getting old faster than you," he remarked unconsciously.

Actually, I really want to thank you.

Chris suddenly thanked her sincerely.

"Huh?" Wayne looked at her in surprise.

“I’m not good at handling interpersonal relationships,” she said, resting her chin on her hand. “In the past, when I heard others complaining to me, I would just think that I was also having a hard time, so why should I understand another person’s hardship?”

Oh, this.

Wayne was at a loss for words.

Judging solely from her interactions with herself, Wayne didn't think she was that cold-hearted.

She has many friends, often cares about those around her, and even proactively shares what she does every day with me. Although she might occasionally throw a little tantrum, she doesn't refuse to communicate with me because of it.

Apart from the fact that she traveled through time, she had no secrets from herself.

However, the image she described seemed to be completely different from the person she knew.

"Looking back now, I realize that many things... if you hadn't been there for me, my life might not have been so easy." She said with a touch of emotion.

Wayne was a little lost.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" He offered a weak attempt to comfort her, "Don't let yourself be convinced of a certain stereotype. Maybe it's just because you're in a bad mood right now."

Chris winked at him. "Oh? Is that what you think?"

Wayne nodded vigorously.

"So, what kind of person am I in your heart?" she asked curiously.

"Uh……"

Wayne got stuck.

It's hard to describe.

The word "gentle" seems incompatible with her, and "cute" seems too weak to describe her.

Chris didn't urge him, and just waited for him to continue.

"Yes—someone who would do something foolish because of sincerity."

Wayne regretted saying those words as soon as they left his mouth.

Her expression suddenly became indescribable: "What kind of strange expression is this?"

She quickly gave up on this pointless attempt.

"Never mind... I don't expect you to say anything nice."

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief.

This is much harder than writing a few cheesy love letters that make your hands and feet tremble.

……

Tasia has been having some troubles lately.

It wasn't that there were any setbacks in my studies or friendships. Rather, my school life has been incredibly smooth sailing since I transferred classes.

However, what you gain in one area may come at the cost of losing something in another.

It's like every time you finally manage to overcome some difficulties, a bunch of new difficulties always pop up in life.

This time, the difficulties encountered make it hard to seek help from others.

In fact, it's difficult to mention it to others.

She didn't know when it started, but she found that she could no longer wholeheartedly listen to her teacher's earnest teachings.

Ever since she read the story of "Mr. Mask," she has been unconsciously imagining what the teacher looks like under the mask.

Is that face handsome?

Or is it ugly and old?

She had many wild guesses about why this person would go to such lengths to help her, but she eventually refuted them one by one.

There is no answer.

My teacher is a complete mystery.

But the teacher was very resistant to her trying to find out his true nature, so Tasia could only bury all her doubts in her heart.

However, she overlooked the magic inherent in the word "secret."

The more unanswered the question, the more curious I become.

As a result, one can only be tormented by this curiosity more and more.

For several nights in a row, she dreamed that the mysterious teacher would sneak into her room in the middle of the night and perform the indescribable scenes from the story of "Mr. Mask".

Awakening from what felt like a nightmare, she felt both ashamed and angry.

My teacher is always so kind to me, how could I slander him like that in my sleep?

But at the same time, questions that I had never thought about in detail before began to emerge one by one.

In theory, he could choose to meet with himself at any time, but in all this time, he has never encountered an awkward situation.

He avoided every possible pitfall with extreme precision, from bathing and cleaning to changing clothes.

Is it possible to achieve this level of success through luck alone?

When Tasia thought of this, her expression was quite interesting.

Chapter 534 This is not liking

When the moon was high in the sky, Wayne quietly slipped into the night.

He is now much more cautious in his actions than before, and has even taken time out of his busy schedule to publicly participate in the city guard's activities under the identity of Echo.

As Aikos became more widely known, it also served to divert attention to some extent.

It is undeniable that concealing one's identity is becoming increasingly troublesome.

Feeling somewhat resentful about this fact, Wayne tightened his mask and jumped through the window into Tasia's house.

The room was as clean and tidy as ever, with a table and two chairs placed by the window, shimmering with a cool glow under the tranquil moonlight.

She wasn't here.

Wayne was slightly taken aback. In the past, unless there was an emergency, Tasia would always be sitting at the table waiting for him on time.

So he subconsciously used his senses to explore and, unsurprisingly, found her preparing something in the kitchen.

Wayne understood.

It seems they were so busy preparing food that they forgot the time.

For Tasia, who runs a bakery, it wouldn't be surprising for Wayne to see her at the counter at any time.

Not wanting to disturb her, Wayne simply pulled out a chair and sat down at the table by himself.

There were no lights in the room, but the bright moonlight shone brightly on the table.

—Tasia sits at the table like this every day.

This strange feeling made people feel a little odd.

Suddenly, an ugly teddy bear came into view.

Wayne reached out and took it off.

The face, made of scraps of fabric sewn together in various colors, actually has a rather terrifying and eerie atmosphere at first glance. Generally speaking, girls wouldn't like such a grotesque thing.

But I don't know what got into Tasia, she just picked it up and kept it on the bedside table every day, as if she was afraid she wouldn't see it.

She probably really likes dolls.

Wayne always thought so.

From the very beginning, this was the type of magic she wanted to learn. Unfortunately, even now, Tasia hasn't been able to control the puppets remotely like she can.

But this doll is really ugly, and it's quite old...

Even though I had given her other dolls as a classmate and friend, none of them could replace this one.

Forget it, I'll just give her a new one in my current capacity.

With that thought in mind, he tossed the doll into a storage box on the corner of the table.

After waiting for a while, soft footsteps approached from afar.

Tasia pushed the door open and came in.

"I'm sorry, teacher... I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I was preparing the desserts I'm taking to school tomorrow, and I didn't realize I'd been up for so long."

“It’s alright,” Wayne said gently. “I’ve only been here a short time myself.”

Tasia pursed her lips and approached, carrying a tray with two different kinds of pastries.

"I just made two flavors, one sweet and one slightly salty. Which one do you prefer, teacher?" she said, naturally handing the food to Wayne.

Sweet lovers! So cute!

Wayne reached out to take it, but his fingers froze on the spot after only twitching.

Wait—I need to take off my mask first if I want to eat!

How could this be!

Human hearts are truly wicked!

He forcefully suppressed his itching hand. "Ahem... I won't eat. It's getting late, let's start class."

Damn it~ Tasia, you've gone astray.

Tasia was somewhat shocked to find that the strategy she had subtly learned from Chris had not worked.

Isn't it supposed to be that simply changing the question from a yes or no choice to a choice between wanting one or the other more, will make the other party make a decision according to your desired intention?

Chris had given her absolute assurance, confidently stating that this "tactic" would definitely succeed...

Tasia, who was questioning her life, couldn't find an excuse to refuse the other party's suggestion, so she could only reluctantly put down the carefully prepared dessert.

……

the next day.