My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Seeing that he had finally shut up, Ge Li said with disdain, "I wasted a lot of my time on your boring guides. I should never have believed your boasts. You still have the nerve to call yourself a professional. Humph."

Wayne couldn't ignore being questioned about his ability to make a living.

"Although I don't know why it didn't work on His Highness, my strategies are definitely correct," he said proudly, puffing out his chest.

"Forget it," she said without turning her head. "I'll never trust you again."

Wayne clicked his tongue, moved closer to her seat, and whispered, "It's okay if you don't believe me, but... do you want to know why the orchestra lost to the crafts club at the last school meet?"

Ge Li raised an eyebrow and looked over.

"why?"

Wayne smiled without saying a word.

……

After barely regaining Miss Gothic's trust, Wayne went to Professor Conley's place in the afternoon to finish the work he hadn't completed the day before.

However, something unexpected happened.

"Cleanliness and sanitation can be left to the staff."

After class, Chris also brought a group of people to Professor Conley's study room.

"Yes! I will obey Miss Chris's orders!"

A group of staff members dressed in school uniforms picked up mops, brooms, buckets, and rags, ready to rush in at any moment.

"Get out!" With the lab door slammed shut, Conley stood by the second-floor window and shouted angrily at the people below, "I don't need these clumsy guys' help! They'll ruin my precious stuff!"

Downstairs, Chris was completely confused.

She frowned and replied, "In any case, these people are much more professional at cleaning than Wayne! The school's daily environmental maintenance all depends on their help."

"Besides, I've already paid."

As Wayne walked along the tree-lined path, this was the scene of stalemate before him.

A group of people surrounded Chris, holding various tools, as if they were about to force their way in.

"What...what's going on?"

When Chris saw Wayne arrive, she said speechlessly, "I specifically hired someone to help with the cleaning, but that middle-aged man absolutely refused to open the door."

"Who's an old man?! Huh? I'm so young, I'm definitely not an old man!"

Professor Conley's angry voice came from upstairs.

"Wayne, get them all out of here! I told you that cleaning is the first lesson in learning magic. These people, who have absolutely no magical talent, dare to interfere with my magic lessons!"

Upon hearing this, the staff members immediately showed signs of backing down.

Indeed, the arrangements made by magicians are not something ordinary people like them can criticize at will.

Chris was immediately stung. "So what if you have magical talent! Can you use magic to clean?"

They have the nerve to call it the first lesson in learning magic? That's just a made-up excuse!

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, so she rolled up her sleeves and rushed over to bang on the door.

"Open the door!"

"Don't open it!"

"If you're so capable, then don't come out! Just wait, I'll make you beg me to come in!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, several vines stretched out from the gap under the door.

With a soft "click," the scene inside the research room was revealed.

Chapter 89 Magic is insignificant under the protagonist's halo!

"So you're quite pragmatic after all?" Chris murmured.

Hearing the commotion below, Conley's expression changed, and he shouted, "Get out!"

With a "bang!", the door slammed shut again in front of everyone.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Interesting."

She slowed her speech and slowly repeated, word by word, what she had just said.

"...Please...me...come...in..."

When she uttered "take me..." there was no response from inside the door, but as soon as she said "please come in," the door was opened again by the outstretched vines.

"Alas!" she exclaimed joyfully, "Please leave!"

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

"Please come in!"

"Click." The door opened.

Professor Conley's Code—

It's been cracked.

With everyone's gaze frozen in place, Chris kept saying "Please come in" and "Please leave," the laboratory door opening and closing repeatedly.

"You...you brat!"

In a moment of panic, Professor Conley jumped from the second floor.

In an instant, countless branches sprouted from the ground, lifting everyone present up and throwing them away.

"Ouch—" "Hiss—" "My butt hurts so much!"

Everyone carrying cleaning tools tripped and fell on their backsides, scattering mops and brooms all over the floor.

however--

Chris remained standing in the same spot, perfectly fine.

A creature slightly larger than the door protected her, remaining rooted to the spot even as it was pulled by vines.

Conley let out a soft "Huh?"

“Your magic is more skillful than I imagined,” he said.

“Yes, because I practice every day,” Wayne said helplessly.

He just summoned the magic completely subconsciously.

"Hmm... In that case, let's settle this with the magicians' methods!" Conley raised his fist.

"Wait! Don't just casually say things like 'bullying the weak'!"

However, Conley didn't listen to his complaints at all. "Enough nonsense!"

He shouted in a tone that sounded like a hot-blooded idiot: "If you're a man, settle things with your fists."

Thick branches grew out from behind him, heading straight for Wayne's position.

Gan!

A cloud of dust filled the air as Wayne awkwardly used his earth shield to deflect the probing attacks of the branches.

"You used your fists!" he shouted angrily.

This is like a magical girl's cute skirt hiding a male body—blatant fraud!

"Wherever my magic extends, that is the territory of my fist!"

More vines surrounded Wayne, trying to bind him.

'This person's hair can't be grown!'

With that thought in mind, Wayne suddenly unleashed all his magic power, replacing defense with offense, hoping to win in one fell swoop.

However, even though he was definitely one of the top students in the elementary school, he was still no match for Conley, a professor whose combat strength ranked among the top in the kingdom.

Then a loud "boom" was heard.

Conley deftly dodged Wayne's attack, bound his body with vines, and hoisted him up.

"game over!"

Conley said in a smug tone, "This is the second lesson I'm going to teach you: Don't provoke the strong!"

"You... what kind of strong person are you to bully a child!"

Chris snapped out of her daze and said indignantly, "If we don't use magic and just compete in intelligence, you have absolutely no chance of beating me."

"Hahaha." Conley seemed to have heard a very funny joke.

"Within the Kingdom of Saint Loens, no one's intelligence can match mine," he said with extreme arrogance.

“Then let’s have a contest,” she said. “Each of us will present a problem without using magic, and whoever can solve it will lose.”

"Let's compete then."

Conley didn't take Chris seriously.

Chris immediately began asking questions: "A carriage accident happened, and everyone was injured, so why was Xiaoming unharmed?"

Conley's confident expression paused slightly.

He hesitated and said, "Because Xiaoming is a magician."

"wrong!"

Chris replied, "Because Xiaoming isn't in the carriage."

“You…you cheated.” Conley tried to deny it.

"How did I cheat?"

"It's also possible that Xiaoming isn't human but a cricket, which is why everyone else was injured but he wasn't..."

Chris looked at him with disdain.

Under the little girl's disdainful gaze, Conley could no longer deny it.

"Alright, alright, you win this round. Now it's my turn!"

He thought for a very long time before finally asking:

"You can do it, I can do it, everyone can do it, one person can do it, but two people can't do it together, what's the answer?"

Chris smiled when she heard the question.

"Wait!" Conley sensed something was wrong and immediately regretted his words, saying, "I want to change the topic."

“The answer is: dreaming,” Chris said.

"Uncle, your question is too simplistic."

Conley was a little embarrassed and tried to save face. "I said I wanted to change the question, you wait."

He dashed into the research room and then dashed out again.

He is holding a square object made of wood.

"This is the Rubik's Cube that I painstakingly researched!"

He boasted, "Its appeal is like magic, ever-changing."

Chris burst out laughing as soon as she saw what he was holding.

"What if I solve it?"

Hey, Professor Conley, don't go along with the protagonist's halo like that!

Wayne could already foresee the ending.

As expected, seeing Chris's attitude, Professor Conley wavered a little, but still proceeded according to procedure.

"If you can solve it, I will make an exception and accept you as my disciple."

Okay, Wayne nodded.

I'm familiar with this script.

Next, Chris will finally become the student of one of the kingdom's most powerful magicians and gain a... no, plus Olive, making a total of two loyal henchmen.