My older sister is a villainous rich girl

After pondering for a moment, he said, too lazy to dwell on it, "Forget it, since he didn't say, I don't want to know."

Tsk, Lawrence, you're quite the master of playing dumb too.

Having said that, Wayne stopped there and moved on to discuss today's lesson content.

"It's so painful! Many things in the practical classes are designed specifically to make things difficult for students..." Gavin came over a moment later, complaining bitterly.

"What, did you find out about the course schedule?" Wayne asked with a smile.

Gavin was always well-informed, and any test or exam would always be leaked from him first.

"Sigh, what else could it be? I could guess even without asking. It's just a group competition, isn't it?" He looked utterly annoyed.

"Damn it! Those teachers take pleasure in tormenting us all day long, while they just stand by and watch."

As he spoke, Gavin suddenly had a brilliant idea: "If only we could gather all the teachers in the grade together for a competition, and then have us students be the audience and the referees."

Before Wayne could say anything, the idea received great praise from Lawrence.

"That's a brilliant idea!"

He got excited and urged Wayne, "Wayne, why don't you ask the academy to set up such a festival in the name of the Lily Society! Or you can hold a public vote to solicit opinions; you're sure to get the support of the vast majority of students!"

"As long as we promote it in the name of the Lily Society, the chances of success are very high!"

Ah this...

"That's not a good idea. Teachers work very hard too." Wayne reluctantly refused, but his mind started to wander uncontrollably, imagining the specific project setup.

Is it better to hold a sports meet or an arts festival?

Hmm~ I'm a little tempted!

Seeing that Lawrence also supported his idea, Gavin suddenly felt that there was hope.

"It's precisely because they work so hard that they need other forms of entertainment to relax!" He spoke with righteous indignation, as if he were very concerned about the physical and mental well-being of his teachers. "Otherwise, wouldn't it be too boring for teachers to come to the academy every day just to teach?"

"How about this, let me go and discuss it with the chairman first." Wayne stroked his chin.

……

"What about organizing a gala where all the teachers in the school can perform on stage?"

When Chairman Harold understood Wayne's purpose, he nearly popped his eyes out. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Shouldn't it be a gala where students perform on stage?

“Of course not.” Wayne cleared his throat and sat down in the chair directly opposite his desk.

“I recently compiled a list of all the school’s holidays for the year and found that all the holidays are concentrated in the second half of the year, while the holidays in the first half of the year are very short.” In order to persuade the chairman to agree, he made a series of preparations in advance.

“This inevitably leads to an imbalance in the schedule between the first and second semesters,” he said. “So I was thinking, shouldn’t we add a few more festivals with Qingxi Academy characteristics in the first half of the year? This would not only enhance students’ sense of belonging and pride in the academy, but also motivate teachers…”

He spoke logically and with evidence, but Harold remained unmoved.

"Why don't you suggest shortening the holidays in the second half of the year?" Sitting in a soft, custom-made leather swivel chair, the chairman squinted at the table. "Wouldn't that achieve the same balance?"

Wayne smiled faintly, full of confidence.

"How about we hold a public vote across the school? Let's see if everyone prefers more holidays or fewer vacation days."

Harold was speechless.

After a long pause, he said noncommittally, "You really are a cunning little fox."

"Can I take that as Chairman, you're secretly thinking that Father is an old fox?" Wayne couldn't pretend he hadn't heard that.

Chapter 589 A Shady Deal

Harold was rendered speechless by his argument.

"Alright, alright, if you want to establish it, submit the proposal first, and I'll get it to the council for a vote. But I'll make it clear beforehand that I'll abstain from voting."

Although his attitude was clear, Wayne didn't come to him specifically to abstain from voting.

"...Mr. Chairman, don't you think what I just said makes a lot of sense?" Wayne asked sincerely.

“Even if I feel that way, I’m going to abstain.” Harold started to cheat.

From some perspectives, his way of giving up is exactly the same as Professor Conley's.

But if he's determined not to support him, it seems Wayne can't do anything about it for the time being. He can't exactly beat him up here, can he?

"By the way, were the chairman and the teacher researching something special a while ago?"

Wayne had encountered these two people meeting secretly in the academy several times, but they would stop talking as soon as he approached.

The chairman casually replied, "Yes, isn't it that super-large magic intensity detection chamber?"

"Just that?" Wayne countered.

"What else is there?" Harold asked with an innocent and bewildered expression.

“Isn’t it—” Wayne deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

He keenly observed that Harold had begun nervously rubbing the magnifying glass in his hand.

It seems like there's something fishy going on.

"Never mind, I don't actually know anything." He stopped talking. "If you two leak any information later, it will definitely have nothing to do with me."

Wayne deliberately blackmailed Harold because he knew Harold was unwilling to reveal the "secret".

Harold's eyebrows twitched at the sound of his threat.

"What did you learn from your teacher?" he asked in a deep voice.

Wayne, in a deliberately mysterious manner, shook his head and said, "God said: It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."

Harold couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and looked at the closed office door.

"That bastard actually told you!"

The usually relaxed chairman was now quite exasperated, pacing back and forth anxiously several times. "Fine, since you already know, there's nothing more I can hide from you."

Wayne was shocked.

Good grief, I actually managed to trick myself into revealing it.

"—That's right, I was secretly replicating the secret chamber in the Royal Cathedral." He spoke these remarkable words with extreme frankness.

"But this is also for the academic advancement of our Qingxi Academy, and even the entire Kingdom of Lornes!"

Once things were out in the open, he became much more assertive.

“In the Royal Cathedral of Lornes, there are several secret rooms with different purposes, which were specially built by a team sent by the Vatican. You have been inside one of them before. It can increase the activity of magic in the environment, thereby indirectly enhancing a person's magical strength.” He did not return to his seat, but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window behind the desk with a great view.

"This is a closely guarded secret of the Vatican, said to have originated from a divine revelation received by a certain pope, and its working principle is strictly kept confidential." He paused here.

"But I want to know."

Wayne wanted to applaud him, but the reality was that if the church found out about this, it would be tantamount to theft.

Moreover, it was the kind of thing that was extremely malicious.

"Can't we have an official collaboration? We can authorize each other to use the research results of our Qingxi Academy, and then we can use the church's resources directly."

This cooperative, win-win, and mutually beneficial approach became very common in later generations.

Hearing him say that, Harold could only shake his head helplessly.

“You underestimate the Church’s sense of boundaries,” he sighed. “For thousands of years, the Church has recorded and concealed countless secrets. They have special agencies at all levels of the Church responsible for keeping secrets. The Church’s rules explicitly prohibit outsiders from prying into internal materials. All materials that reach a certain level of confidentiality are eventually sealed on the perpetually cold summit of Papal Mountain.”

"It is said that there is a path there that leads to the heavenly kingdom of gods."

The chairman's tone was so gentle and detailed that it was impossible to tell whether he was longing or doubtful.

"The Heavenly Kingdom..." Wayne couldn't help but ask, "Chairman, you wouldn't be thinking of going to the Pope's Mountain to steal secrets, would you?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Harold choked half to death by him. "What nonsense are you talking about, child? Can what we magicians do be considered stealing?"

Under Wayne's utterly disbelieving gaze, Harold forced an explanation: "I did this for knowledge, for scholarship!"

After saying that, he added very quietly—

"Besides, I probably can't even get up to the Papal Mountains, let alone steal anything from the top."

It seems you're actually somewhat interested.

Wayne felt as if he were getting to know this lazy person in front of him all over again.

He used to never have believed that Chairman Harold, who only abstained from voting, could have such lofty ambitions.

"In short, your teacher and I are trying to replicate the construction principles of those secret rooms one by one, and we've figured it out. That 'magic strength detection chamber' is one of the byproducts of this research."

Harold said with great certainty, "I believe that as long as we continue our research, we will definitely be able to drive progress in a series of academic fields, inspire all the magicians in the kingdom, and thus encourage everyone to publish even more groundbreaking papers!"

"If there really is a God in that heavenly kingdom... I think He would also prefer to see a more creative and prosperous human world, wouldn't He?"

Inspired by Harold's seemingly boundless idealism, Wayne felt his own fighting spirit ignite.

"Yes, I think so too."

“Then!” Harold turned to look at him from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Behind him, a brilliant sunset was about to fade. "Come join us! Given your current abilities, I'll tentatively approve."

"Uh...join?" Wayne asked, somewhat surprised.

“Join our great team! Provide us with financial and human resources assistance!” Harold was unusually enthusiastic.

"..."

Wayne was dumbfounded.

Excuse me, may I refuse?

He finally realized that things seemed to be going wrong.

I just wanted to give everyone an extra day of holiday as a benefit, so why did it suddenly turn into me being recruited by an unknown theft gang?

……

After a while.

Wayne left the chairman's office with a blank document that Harold had already signed, looking doubtful of himself.

After some discussion, Harold readily agreed to his request to start the festival and generously said that he could arrange the time however he wanted.

However, at the same time, the two sides also finalized another shady cooperation plan.

Chapter 590 Two Different Worlds

Standing beneath the office building, Wayne seriously doubted whether he had been outmaneuvered by Harold, that real old fox.

Honestly, is a holiday really that important to me?

...Sorry, it seems it is indeed a little important.

However, since the die was cast, Wayne could only put aside his financial losses for the time being and go back to focus on drafting the "Teachers' Day" proposal.

Although Harold spoke casually, it wasn't enough for such a document, which was ultimately to be published, to simply have the date written on it.

In any case, we should add "[decided jointly by the Qingxi Academy Board of Directors and the Lily Association]" at the beginning.

Chris quickly noticed his scribbling and drawing, and curiously came over while eating snacks.

"Wu En, is Lee Jae-gan some kind of demon?"

Without turning his head, Wayne said, "Of course it's to benefit all the teachers and students in the school."

Let's set the date for Friday. All daytime classes will be cancelled, and teachers and students will enter the academy with invitations that have been issued in advance.

Individual performances can be staged at the venue chosen by the participants, while group performances will be staged in the school's auditorium in the evening.

After the event, all students voted for the best individual and group performances, and the school council provided a bonus equivalent to one to two months' salary. Perfect!

When inspiration strikes, his writing flows freely and gracefully.

Chris stood to the side and watched for a while, then suddenly realized something and asked in surprise, "Wait, is this a new event?"

“Yes, right~” Wayne introduced with a bit of pride: “To express our gratitude for the teachers’ hard work, I think it’s necessary for the academy to add a holiday at the beginning of next month as ‘Teachers’ Day’ to celebrate together.”

He didn't think there was anything wrong with having teachers perform on stage for "Teachers' Day".