My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"At least say something like, 'Buy me a drink next time!'"

Wayne muttered a speechless complaint.

By now, Wayne has done countless practice tests in tutoring classes, and he almost always gets full marks.

"I'll apply for a make-up exam at the beginning of next month," he decided.

For him, tutoring wasn't difficult, but it was still annoying that it took up too much of his free time.

But he didn't waste all the time he had to spend at the academy; instead, he filled sheets of draft paper day and night with "The Prince Richard Conquest Plan."

With this detailed plan and process, I believe Miss Ge Li will be able to turn His Highness back from the wrong path!

Wayne felt he was going to great lengths to help them get married.

If before it was to earn some pocket money, now...

He's really going to get serious now!

After arriving at the main campus, Wayne asked several staff members before finally finding the student council's location in a very secluded corner.

"No way……"

He was shocked by the student council's meager state.

What appeared before me was a dilapidated house with drafts coming from all sides. It looked like a frame hastily erected in one corner using a few pieces of tarpaulin, and it was not much better than the temporary school fair booth set up by the elementary school.

A dilapidated wooden board with the words "Student Union" written on it hung outside, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Is...is anyone there?

"Wayne shouted."

"Please come in."

Judging from the voice, it's the girl named Olive Hawke.

Wayne turned his back and backed away, parting the curtains as he went inside.

"Who are you?" Olive was a little confused when she saw a primary school student looking for her, but she understood when she saw the test paper in his hand. "Oh, you're here to deliver the test paper. Come in."

"Yes, Mr. Tommy had to leave work early because of an emergency."

Stepping into the student council building, I discovered that the space was quite large, but it looked rather empty because there weren't many decorations.

Besides Olive, there were two boys and two girls sitting around the conference table, grading papers at a very fast pace.

"Ugh... more are coming!" a girl wailed, clutching her head. "Three grades in the elementary school section, six grades in the primary school section, we can't finish grading them every day!"

Olive pursed her lips and reassured them, "It'll be fine in a while, once they've all passed their official make-up exams."

Putting the test paper in his hand next to a pile of ungraded questions, Wayne finally understood why the school's tutoring methods were so bizarre.

The reason why they don't explain the test questions to students in individual subjects, but instead keep making them do test papers, is because they are exploiting free labor.

Truly, behind every exam paper lies an innocent student council member sacrificed for the cause.

He even couldn't help but suspect that someone in the upper echelons of the school council was deliberately sabotaging him.

The girl who had just complained stood up, walked up to Wayne, and gently bent down.

"Little friend, tell me, how long does it usually take for all the students in your tutoring class to pass their make-up exams?"

Olive chuckled and said, "How would he know such a thing?"

“I know,” Wayne said.

The girl in front of him brightened up, looking at him expectantly, waiting for what was to come.

"If they rely solely on their own abilities, they might keep having to retake exams until they're put into the winter break cram school for the final exams again, right?" he said with a bright smile.

"Huh—!" The girl exclaimed in surprise, "How could that be? Don't your tutors explain each question to you one by one? There's only so many questions in the question bank, so you'll always encounter the same questions."

"Explanation? There's no such thing."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and added, "Oh, some students who have private tutors and are quite diligent might find someone else to explain things to them at home."

Olive's expression changed slightly.

The atmosphere in the student council office, which already exuded an air of poverty, froze for a moment, and the temperature seemed to drop even further.

Just then, another commotion broke out outside.

Olive, are you there?

Before anyone could answer, a figure lifted the curtain and strode in.

"Professor Conley!" All the student council members present stopped what they were doing and greeted him respectfully.

Olive stood up. "Teacher."

The man who barged in was wearing a white coat and looked like a medical worker from a past life. He also had a short braid tied at the back of his head with a rubber band.

Seeing the large pile of test papers on the table, he frowned deeply.

"I told you not to do this pointless thing! Throw it away! Throw it all away!"

He angrily rebuked, "Do you think doing all this will change anything? Those guys! Not only will they not appreciate your kindness, they'll take advantage of you and become even more aggressive."

"This is a waste of your own time!"

Olive lowered her gaze and remained silent.

Seeing that his prized disciple was unmoved, Conley knew that she probably hadn't listened to him again, and her stubborn temper was just like his own.

He turned his gaze helplessly and then noticed an incongruous figure standing nearby.

"Which family do you belong to?" he asked, his tone displeased.

“Uh… I’m Wayne Wincher.”

Upon hearing this name, Olive's ears twitched slightly, and she turned her head to glance at him.

Conley also looked slightly surprised.

"That one, the elementary school's magic genius?"

Wayne laughed awkwardly: "If you're referring to the one who gave a magic performance at the school fair, then you must be talking about me."

"Heh." Conley scoffed dismissively. "Possessing extraordinary magical talent, yet using it for puppet shows that only children enjoy. The nobles these days have really improved."

Seeing Wayne staring at him with a speechless expression, Conley suddenly realized that the person in front of him was just a child.

That's enough...

Conley said somewhat listlessly, "Your Duke hasn't even reimbursed Olive's attendance fees from the past few days yet. Remember to urge him to settle it when you get back..."

Ok?

Attendance fee

money?

He stroked his chin, thoughtfully circling Wayne twice.

"Young man, I see you have extraordinary potential. Would you be interested in learning magic from me?"

Chapter 85 Only magic can defeat magic

Wayne had heard of Professor Conley's name a few times.

Known as: a pioneer dedicated to democratizing the use of magic, and the great savior on whom the bald demon king placed his hopes.

Looking into the eyes of that strange uncle who seemed to be trying to abduct a child, Wayne felt extremely uncomfortable.

"This...isn't this inappropriate?"

“That’s good,” Conley said. “If it were any other student, I wouldn’t accept them even if they begged me. But I’m giving you a chance because your father and I have a tiny bit of a relationship.”

He had an expression that said, "You should feel honored."

Wayne tried his best to maintain a normal expression.

Please, don't be a lazy, slouching old man! It's not cute at all!

"Actually, I want to study magic systematically with my classmates after we move up to the main campus..."

“Fool,” he said coldly. “Even with an advantage, you have to learn how to make full use of it to make it effective.”

Professor Conley posed a thought-provoking question: "Do you want to lose at the starting line?"

While you're lounging around campus doing nothing, your classmates are secretly working incredibly hard!

While you're idly wandering around the playground, your classmates are working hard in the classroom!

While you're slacking off and joking around in your room on the weekend, your classmates are—

"Enough! Stop talking!" Wayne reached out to stop Professor Conley's magical attack. "I'll get back to you after I consult my father."

Conley grinned triumphantly: "Without further ado, let's set off now."

The Duke of Winchester's House.

"So, Mr. Conley recognized Wayne's talent at first sight?"

In the reception room, Elliott was looking back and forth with a strange expression at Conley, who had just arrived, and Wayne, who was sitting to the side with a bitter look on his face.

"Yes. To be able to freely control and unleash powerful magic at such a young age is an exceptional talent, you must understand that, right?"

Conley sat comfortably in a soft, high-end custom-made sofa chair, casually lowering his right leg, then switching sides and raising his left leg.

"In fact, I'm more puzzled that you haven't thought of finding him a real teacher to guide him through the process over such a long period of time."

Duke Elliott raised his cup, lowered his eyes, and took a sip of the black tea that the maid had brought in.

"We had previously considered that Wayne would need time to adapt to the unfamiliar environment of the academy, so we did not assign him any other tasks for the time being."

He looked at Wayne. "Wayne, what's your own opinion?"

When Elliott asked him, Wayne immediately snapped out of his reverie and back to reality.

Undoubtedly, one should not easily let go of any opportunity that allows them to further enhance their abilities.

“Professor Conley is a very powerful magician, isn’t he?” he asked.

Conley sat up straight instinctively. "Of course."

"Throughout the entire kingdom, there are no more than five people with higher magic power than me. But even so, magic is the skill I'm least proficient in!"

"Then, if I become your disciple, can I become the strongest magician in the world in the future?" Wayne asked earnestly.

Conley looked momentarily taken aback when he heard his question.

Then, a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"As long as you have enough perseverance."

Wayne glanced at his father, who was sitting in the main seat.

Duke Elliott nodded slowly.

"Okay, I want to join."

Conley's smile widened even further.

Moved by that infectious smile, Wayne couldn't help but smile back at him.

Under the bright indoor lights, the two smiled and gazed at each other.

"Now that the decision has been made, let's start with the most important question."

Conley said gently.

"--tuition fee."

……

Ultimately, His Highness the Duke decided to fund Professor Conley's personal research and donated a room to the student council of Seiki Academy free of charge.

"Look! When dealing with the great nobles, you have to use methods they can understand to get the best results."

As he left the Duke's mansion, Conley felt quite pleased with himself.

"Teacher, isn't that extortion?"

Olive witnessed his actions throughout and felt she could no longer look at her once kind and gentle teacher the same way.