My older sister is a villainous rich girl

"Miss Chris! Mr. Wayne! It is a great honor for you both to join our drama club!"

The head of the drama club was a boy with slicked-back hair and a face that smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

He was a third-year student, but he didn't act like a senior at all in front of me and Chris.

"Look, this is our activity room!" he explained. "Our club's advantage is that we have a very spacious lecture hall, which has been converted into a small stage. The backstage alone can accommodate a team of twenty people for preparation, which is more than enough for rehearsals of various daily programs."

"And over here is our performance costume display case."

Pointing to a row of neatly hung, gorgeous costumes, he proudly said, "Most of them are high-end custom-made. The quality is incomparable to those struggling folk theater troupes outside. For the more important performance costumes, we basically have them custom-made in advance."

“And over here! This is our prize display case.” He then led the two to the other side.

Inside the glass display case, there are all sorts of certificates and trophies.

"It seems pretty impressive." Wayne looked down at the words on it.

"Of course, we are an outstanding club that has performed at the Royal Theatre! There are very few clubs in the entire academy that have this qualification."

"Eh? So, if my script is good enough, I can also perform it in the palace theater for all the princes and nobles?" he said with great interest.

Wouldn't it be interesting to have my father and mother sit in the audience and watch Chris's epic stage play together?

"Uh—you have to win the internal vote first, and then win the competition in the school council."

"What? This is a piece of cake!" Chris waved her hand arrogantly. "The championship of the new school competition is mine, Chris!"

"...That...that's probably not that easy." The senior wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

There are so many powerful clubs in the academy that even the well-trained members dare not say they are guaranteed to win.

Wayne smiled and gestured, "The person in front of you is the very person who once sent an obscure club like the Handicrafts Club to the Royal Palace Ceremony, isn't he?"

Chris proudly raised her chin.

"Ah—" The head of the drama club's eyes lit up, and he immediately said eagerly, "I see, I understand! The future of the drama club is in your hands!"

...What do you understand?

It seems like this senior's understanding is slightly flawed.

Judging from his look of sudden realization, he probably doesn't think we won by using connections...

In any case, after Chris paid a considerable sponsorship fee, the drama club showered them with attention.

The text didn't even mention the cleaning and prop-making tasks that new members would typically face.

The minister even hinted that if they wanted to perform any plays, they could let him know first, and he would arrange it immediately.

Whether you choose a main character or a supporting role, you can pick any role you like.

After leaving the drama department, Wayne remarked, "This minister is a bit too pragmatic."

"It's not surprising. Apart from the drama club, most other clubs are pretty much the same," Chris said nonchalantly.

"Because the school allocates limited funds each year, and the amount varies according to the club's ranking in the previous year, some clubs even have to seek sponsorship from outside in order to hold events smoothly."

"If we can have newcomers who bring their own funds and can help with some operational conveniences, I, as the minister, would absolutely welcome them with both hands and feet."

"Furthermore, since each student can join more than one club, they sometimes compete for the same activity time. The more prestigious the club, the higher the attendance rate. There are quite a few intricacies involved!"

Wayne nodded thoughtfully. "It seems you did learn a thing or two during your time as head of the crafts department!"

“Wayne—”

Chris stopped and looked at him with suspicion.

What image do I have in your heart?

Wayne fell into deep thought.

...Perhaps he's the leader among the salted fish?

Author's Note on the Launch of Chapter 109

This book will be available on April 1st. Thank you all so much for your support!

Thank you to my editor, Penglai. I always bother him with some weird questions. I wonder if he'll find me annoying, haha.

Before I even started writing, I wondered if the "bad girl heiress" theme was too niche and that not many people would read it...

Some people say that if it's about following the trend of anime, it's too late, or it's not suitable for Qidian (a popular online learning platform).

However, at the time, I didn't really dwell on it that much. I just thought, "Hey? This seems really interesting! And the worldview is very malleable, so it should be able to express what I want."

And so, this book began.

A year ago at this time, I would never have imagined that I would be writing a novel now.

So for me, this is a very rare and important time in my life. Even in the future, I may not have the opportunity to write this type of story again. So I am truly grateful for everyone's response during the creative process, including collections, comments, recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, rewards, and even liking my comments.

Some people might have thought it was strange that I had to leave a thank-you message for even the recommendation votes, as it seemed a bit too pathetic, haha.

Actually, it's because my previous book, which was a short story contest on a specific theme, was much less popular than this one—it was a complete flop.

Even when my writing was very clumsy and I felt like I was about to give up, there was still a reader who would give me a recommendation vote after each update, telling me that he was still reading.

So, in the later stages, I basically relied on the recommendation votes from that reader to persevere until the book was finished, and then I won the third prize.

Although it wasn't a very good ranking, I am truly, truly grateful.

Even now, whenever I feel a bit lazy and don't want to write, I urge myself: Have you forgotten that there are people reading your book and waiting for your updates?! Get up and start writing!

I hope that long after it's finished, I'll occasionally come back to read it again and still find it to be a very interesting novel.

At that time, I will be able to see everyone who supported this book again in the comments.

Of course, I won't leave a special thank-you note for the votes after it's released. (laughs)

So if you think it's well-written, please leave comments and feedback!

...Also, I hope everyone won't leave the book unfinished; I'll try my best to update! (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Finally, let's address a question that readers are likely interested in: single female lead or multiple female leads?

Well... all I can say is that I hope their romantic relationships develop naturally and spontaneously.

Whether they are together or not, it's a choice they would naturally make based on their personalities, so there's no need to force anything.

Furthermore, as the plot unfolds, each character's personality will not be limited to just one aspect.

However, as the author, I assure you: in my heart, I love each and every one of them equally; they are all my wings!

There's only one thing I want to solemnly declare here! I will absolutely not accept NTR! Even if it means sending death threats, I won't (mouth covered) &#@*&! ...Wayne: This author is insane! Drag him away!

I originally had so much more to say, but then I thought I'd wait until the end credits to say it all.

Doesn't this look like setting a flag?

Pull the flag!

If there are still people willing to listen to my ramblings, I'll tell you the story behind the creation of this book.

Lastly, please subscribe! Thank you everyone!

Let's discuss Chapter 110.

A drowsy "Introduction to Magic" class.

Wayne stared intently at Prince Lawrence, who was sitting two seats to his left and right, without blinking.

Locked on by his wolf-like gaze, Lawrence initially managed to remain calm, but soon became extremely uneasy.

He fidgeted, picking up a pen and flipping through a book.

But because of his noble status, even though he looked a little abnormal, the teacher on the podium did not dare to say anything to him.

But her gaze unconsciously drifted towards him, again and again.

As soon as the bell rang, Lawrence stood up angrily and walked over to Wayne.

"Wayne, is there something you want to say to me?"

As a prince with good aristocratic manners, he tried his best to maintain basic etiquette on the surface.

"Ah, actually I was trying to say that, Lawrence, your hair color and hairstyle are exactly the same as Richard's! From behind, I thought it was Richard sitting here, so I couldn't help but take a second look."

Wien seemed oblivious to his displeasure, grinning and revealing eight snow-white teeth.

"You..." Lawrence felt he was about to lose control of his emotions.

Wayne's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Prince Lawrence, do you like the piano very much?" he asked.

Upon hearing from his most trusted partner, Lawrence immediately calmed down.

"Of course, I am a young pianist who can hold concerts on my own."

He seemed to regain his confidence in an instant, and even reached out to straighten his bow tie and dust off non-existent dust from his sleeves.

At this moment, the girls who had overheard their conversation were also drawn to their topic.

"Your Highness Lawrence is a genius who is known as the 'Piano Prince' even among people in foreign lands!" A girl cautiously came over to join the conversation.

The girl with freckles looked at the two handsome guys in front of her with stars in her eyes.

"So that's why you play the piano in the music room every day?" Wayne deliberately raised his voice and exclaimed, "No wonder he's Prince Lawrence!"

In the classroom, many girls couldn't help but prick up their ears.

Lawrence frowned subconsciously.

But soon, he was misled by the flattery of the ignorant girls around him.

The afternoon was free time, and Wayne and Chris whiled away the hours at the Lily Club.

When it was almost time, Wayne invited Chris to go see a play together.

"Watch a play? What play?"

“Of course it’s the scene outside the music room.” Wayne smiled maliciously.

Prince Lawrence, having not previously studied in the country, clearly did not have a clear understanding of the behavior of the girls in this academy.

Thinking of this, he truly shed a tear of bitterness.

God knows how he managed to grow up to where he is today!

From the first year I entered the academy, I was constantly being selected for all sorts of strange lists.

If it were just a ranking of "the guy I most want to date", "the guy I most want to go on a date with", or "the guy I most want to kiss", that would be acceptable, barely considered normal.

Even more outrageous are the incomprehensible things that are listed every year, such as "the cutest and most adorable boy", "the boy who looks like a bottom but is actually a top", and "the most exciting boy to see when he takes off his shirt".

These kinds of selections are completely unknown, with no clear source of information about who initiated them or what organization selected the winners. They even provide each winner with a variety of carefully crafted explanations.

Often one day, the selection results will suddenly spread throughout the entire grade.

Even if you overhear them and go over to ask the girls who are talking about it, they just laugh it off and change the subject.

"Who...did you hear that from...?"

"I think I just happened to pass by when I heard girls from other classes talking about it..."

No results can be found at all.

But he knew that the contributions of those idle noble ladies were indispensable behind the scenes.

At the same time, there will be all sorts of gossip and all sorts of creative revelations about his whereabouts.

For example, he talked to so-and-so yesterday, and went to the toilet with so-and-so today.

All of these factors made him almost afraid to talk to anyone in public.

I always feel that in some dark corner, there is one, or even more, pairs of eyes watching me intently.

But why did he deliberately lure Lawrence to his door during break time?

That's for this very moment, of course!

Outside the music classroom, a group of girls from different grades and classes were gathered.

The only thing they had in common was that they were both staring at Prince Lawrence, who was playing the piano inside, with a look of utter fascination.