My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Ge Li's gaze lingered for a moment, then he awkwardly looked away.

“You are indeed very experienced,” she said.

Wayne flashed a seasoned smile: "Did you get a shock? That's the charm of a straight shot!"

Ge Li's expression was slightly cold.

"Don't talk to me, just pass me a note."

Upon hearing this, Wayne's lips twitched.

Didn't you speak to me first?!

Oh well, it's hard to fathom a girl's mind. As long as she gives me the money, that's fine.

Wayne forgave her rudeness, took out a piece of scrap paper, and wrote on it:

Make the most of that feeling you just had; it will only be effective in crucial moments!

[Furthermore, the higher the other person's level of affection for you, the more effective this tactic will be, so you must never say it lightly.]

But the note he threw out seemed to disappear into the sea. After Ge Li put it away, he acted as if nothing had happened, neither replying to him nor mentioning the reward.

Wayne waited anxiously for most of the day, finally catching her in an empty stairwell after a class.

"What do you mean?! You want to... take advantage of me for nothing?"

He felt that he would be doing a disservice to his identity as a time traveler if he didn't accept a reward of several hundred pounds.

Considering it can foster a relationship, this is already a very reasonable price. In those fictional novels, wouldn't this make hundreds of millions?

"This one is not subtle enough."

She said it insincerely.

"Didn't you say that you should never confess your feelings directly, but instead find common ground that the other person is interested in?"

"My God, isn't that subtle enough?!" Wayne didn't know what to say.

This was the most subtle love letter he had ever managed to come up with, and even if Richard received it, it would probably take him several years to decipher its meaning.

If you first lock away the feelings of affection hidden deep in your heart, and then let the person involved unlock the mystery after the emotions have fermented to the point where they can easily generate a sense of sudden realization.

This instantly doubles the unforgettable nature of the experience.

If Your Highness were to figure it out yourself, it would be quite a different story. How could you bear to betray the love of a beautiful woman?

Such a great strategy, why won't she use it?!

Even if His Highness immediately understands the meaning, you can cover it up by saying: "This is a little poem I recently came across in a book. I found it very interesting and wanted to share it with you."

"If he pretends not to know, then you should just keep it a secret from him."

"Such a strategy, which allows for both offense and defense, may not be available again if we miss it!"

However, Ge Li remained completely unmoved.

"In short, I don't want to use it. You write another one."

"—Double the reward."

Wayne scoffed, "Do you think I'd bow down for such a small amount of money?"

"three times."

Wayne looked disdainful and was about to speak.

"If you don't agree, that's fine. I'll get someone from the Playwrights Guild to help me, and the price will be much cheaper."

As he spoke, Goethe pulled a handful of Grand Pounds from his pocket.

"If you agree, this is a deposit."

Wayne immediately closed his open mouth and swallowed.

……

In the end, Wayne wrote a very plain letter himself.

The general content involves asking the other person if they are in a good mood, healthy, or if they have encountered any difficulties recently...

It really resembles those standardized official documents, which look sincere but are actually just a bunch of nonsense.

However, Ge Li was very satisfied with the offer, settled the payment on the spot, and said that he would like to collaborate with him again in the future.

Well... all Wayne can say about this is:

as long as you are happy.

With money in his pocket, Wayne began to live a comfortable life.

However, Chris still seemed to think that he had not yet mastered the knowledge in class, so she spent most of her time in the craft department helping him with his studies.

"I will continue to work hard today!"

In the activity room, Chris continued to take out her red headband with the word "Invincible" written on it and tied it on her forehead.

“In the next test, my ranking will definitely not fall behind Gothic Edgeworth,” she said.

The craft club's activities have somehow turned into study sessions.

After class, everyone brings their homework and then sits together in the activity room to finish it, which greatly improves learning efficiency.

“Yes, that’s right! Lady Chris’s exam results will definitely improve even more next time!” Molly chimed in.

Her unwavering tone made Wayne suspect that Chris would agree with anything she said without a second thought.

In this midterm exam, both Chris and Gothic received an A grade, with their overall scores differing by only one point.

The names of two people are prominently displayed on the honor roll, one after the other.

Of course, the number one spot at the very top remains unchanged: Prince Richard Maysfield.

"Sigh..." Wayne sighed deeply as he thought of this.

"Why are you sighing?"

Chris's face, filled with a sense of justice, seemed to radiate boundless light.

She drew out her words, her voice rough, "Wien! No matter what difficulties you encounter, don't be afraid, face them bravely!"

Well, you've got the chance to get your revenge.

Wayne rested his chin on his hand: "It's not that I find it scary, but rather that I find it a pity."

Unfortunately, even though I knew exactly how to do the questions, I didn't get a single point.

Students who receive an F grade in the school exams will be assigned to temporary make-up classes organized by the head of teaching, according to their grade level, and will undergo inhumane and intensive tutoring.

At that time, there will likely be no weekend holidays for quite some time, and students will have to stay on campus.

Every month, students in the make-up exam class have the opportunity to apply for make-up exam eligibility. As long as they can get a passing grade or above, they can escape their misery.

Wayne had mentally prepared himself for the challenges ahead.

Fortunately, it was just this one test. He was determined to be fully prepared for the next test and make a name for himself.

Why isn't Chapter 74 a maid cafe?

"It's really surprising that someone would attend a make-up exam class..."

"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't it be better to just apply for a make-up exam when school starts?"

Wayne heard many people whispering.

The temporary make-up exam class will use an empty large classroom and will include all students in the entire grade who received an F grade. Therefore, this class will not only include Wayne's original classmates from Class B, but also many children from other classes.

"Wayne, sit here, sit here!"

Gavin's eyes lit up when he saw him walk into the classroom, and he quickly greeted him.

Seeing how enthusiastic he was, Wayne readily agreed and sat down in the seat behind him.

It would be quite incredible to see members of the Lily Society here, as could be clearly sensed from the people who were subtly observing him.

"By the way, why didn't Gavin apply for a make-up exam when school starts?"

He already knew that Gavin would attend tutoring classes like him, but he still didn't quite understand why Gavin didn't use the privileges he had, since Gavin was also a member of the Lily Society.

Gavin said with a bitter expression, "Privileges aren't given to us; they're just for the benefit of the big shots behind the scenes."

"If my father had already given prior notice that I had to attend tutoring, how could the school board members have objected to his decision?"

Gavin's father was the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Saint Loens, and was known for his sharp diplomatic style in various foreign affairs.

So that's why he has a strict father. Wayne nodded in understanding.

Although they were assigned to the same class, the subjects in which each of them failed were not exactly the same.

Therefore, the main task in this classroom is to do exercises.

"Each of you is a pillar of the kingdom! You occupy the best portion of the nation's educational resources!"

On the podium, the bald devil was spitting out saliva.

"I don't expect you to be outstanding in the future, or as perfect as His Highness Prince Richard..."

As he spoke, he saw Wayne sitting in the middle back seat, listening intently to his long speech.

He paused slightly, then immediately continued, "Even someone like Miss Chris Wincher, who surpasses herself, is a good role model worthy of everyone's emulation!"

For a fleeting moment, Wayne wondered if he had said those words intentionally to him.

After a string of compliments, he finally got back to the point.

"Now, distribute the test papers! You have two hours. You will not be allowed to leave get out of class until you have finished!"

Camille, who was acting as the temporary class monitor, stood up, took the test papers from the podium, and then distributed them to the corresponding students one by one according to their names.

The bald demon king surveyed the crowd with a dignified expression.

"I won't be proctoring," he said. "But anyone who wants to cheat, be prepared to be punished!"

He chuckled twice in a sinister tone.

"In short, I personally welcome you to do something special."

After saying that, he strode out the door with his head held high, seemingly not caring whether the people in the classroom would obediently do the problems as he had instructed.

Gavin sat upright in his seat without turning around, but lowered his voice and whispered, "That bald pervert is a spy, be careful."

Wayne twirled his pen and hummed in agreement.

He hadn't originally intended to do anything underhanded, so he treated it as a review of the knowledge points, wrote his name on the paper, and then proceeded to do the questions one by one.

However, there were still occasional rustling sounds coming from the classroom.

After a while, Wayne had finished all the questions.

He checked again to make sure he hadn't missed anything, then got up and handed in his paper.

"No way, you finished writing so quickly!"

Gavin looked up in astonishment at his retreating figure as he walked up to the podium and then left the classroom.

He cried out in a sob, "Oh... I've only written a little over half!"

After leaving the classroom, Wayne stretched his arms in a relaxed manner.

Today is Saturday, and the sun is shining brightly outside the window. Looking at the bright light, he suddenly felt like taking a stroll around other areas of the academy.

He turned his head and was about to take a step when he stopped.

Outside the last window near the corridor, a figure crouched down beside the classroom, half a bald head peeking out as he gazed intently at the people inside.

The figure was holding a pen and paper, occasionally jotting something down.

Noticing Wayne's gaze, the headmaster turned his head and put his finger to his lips to shush him, signaling him not to speak.

Then they went back to register the students who were exchanging glances.

...That's really perverted.

Wayne casually looked away and left the corridor.

Walking along the path that stretches from the teaching building to the public service area, the lush foliage blocks out the sun, casting dappled sunlight through the gaps.