My older sister is a villainous rich girl

In the drama club, the rest of the audience applauded, deeply moved.

"We must be number one!" Upon seeing the finished product, the minister wiped away a tear of bitterness.

Chapter 138 School Meeting, is Wayne going to crash and burn?

The school festival has begun.

Wearing a prince's uniform custom-made by the drama department, with gold trim around the cuffs and collar, Wayne looked handsome and dashing.

Since it's a performance costume, it naturally can't be exactly the same as a real formal dress; instead, it has undergone a rather exaggerated stage-style treatment.

Chris, dressed in a gorgeous robe, sat in the preparation room backstage of the Academy Theater.

A female makeup artist in her thirties was applying makeup to her otherwise flawless face.

Stage makeup needs to withstand the test of lighting, so the style will be more intense and vibrant than usual.

As a result, Miss Chris, who was already dazzlingly beautiful, became even more unbearable to look at.

Seeing that the makeup artist had finished, Wayne casually picked up the crown from the prop shelf next to him, walked behind her, and solemnly placed it on her head.

Chris suddenly opened her eyes in the makeup mirror facing the two of them.

Wayne met her gaze tenderly through the mirror.

"Your Majesty, you look beautiful today."

Chris smiled slightly. "Repeat it again."

In the mirror, Wayne held onto the sides of the chair, making it look as if he were holding her in his arms.

He lowered his head and whispered in Chris's ear, "Chris, you're beautiful."

Do you like it?

"like."

Tell me, who is the most beautiful person in the world?

...In that instant, Wayne felt as if he had become the Queen's magic mirror in a fairy tale.

“It’s me,” he said.

Then, I got a tap on the head.

The drama club's performance went very smoothly, and Prince Lawrence gave an exceptional performance.

Actually, Wayne really admires him; he can deliver those incredibly embarrassing lines without batting an eye.

No...maybe it's precisely because I don't understand where the shame lies that I can say it without any burden.

The drama club's performance came to a successful close, receiving enthusiastic applause from the audience.

"How about that?" Lawrence boasted to Wayne smugly. "I'm the best lead actor! This applause is proof!"

...Have you forgotten that the applause from the audience isn't just for you?

Wayne gave a perfunctory compliment: "Yes, yes, if there were an award for Best Actor, it would definitely be yours."

Hearing what he said, Lawrence said thoughtfully, "Hmm...maybe we can really ask the academy's higher-ups to increase the number of awards like this."

The backstage area of ​​the drama club was filled with a joyous atmosphere, as if first place was already in everyone's grasp.

They were practically saying they'd go out for a victory dinner later.

"Oh no!"

Suddenly, a member of the drama department who was out on publicity rushed in in a panic.

"What's wrong?" The minister's expression changed.

"Orchestra! Orchestra..."

Upon hearing the club's name, Wayne tensed up in his lower back and instinctively straightened his back.

"The orchestra has used extremely despicable tactics! They've now surpassed us in the vote!"

Everyone in the drama club looked on in astonishment.

Please be sure to vote for our orchestra!

A very pretty girl was handing out flyers for the orchestral section, offering a sweet smile.

The boys passing by were all captivated by her innocent smile and couldn't help but accept the flyers she handed them.

Looking down, it read: "[A beautiful girl band composed entirely of girls, performing the music that best responds to everyone's requests!]"

Wayne looked at the beautifully produced flyer and couldn't help but glance at Chris next to him.

She had changed out of the overly elaborate and ornate robe, but was still wearing a very beautiful long dress.

Her long, golden hair was styled into an updo, revealing a slender, fair neck, with a few strands falling beside her face.

Even without a crown, her noble bearing remains undiminished.

However, at this moment, she was looking at those words and sentences, frowning and deep in thought.

"Shall we go check out the orchestra?"

Behind him, the minister who had come out with him asked.

The time between the start of the drama club's next performance is flexible and can be arranged at your own pace.

“Let’s go take a look,” Chris agreed to his suggestion.

……

The concert hall was almost full.

On stage was an entire orchestra composed entirely of women.

They wore youthful and beautiful dresses, their faces beaming with enjoyment as they were completely immersed in the music. They were not playing the usual highbrow but somewhat dull pieces, but rather lively and dynamic arrangements.

Just listening to that melody, you can almost feel the beauty of a young girl.

At some point, Lawrence also appeared in the audience.

"The arranger is really talented," he said.

Wayne nodded and said, "Yeah, he's only a little bit worse than me."

Clearly, the orchestra's strategy this time is to use pretty girls as a gimmick to attract people who may not usually appreciate music.

Furthermore, the excellent arrangement caters to both those with high musical standards and less discerning listeners.

At least most of the boys in the audience were completely engrossed in the performance.

There is no doubt that this performance has received a special boost in their ears.

I wonder who came up with such a sophisticated plan.

She has the same style as Chris back in the day.

Thinking of this, Wayne's expression changed slightly.

What's going on... I have a very bad feeling.

When the orchestra's performance ended, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

"Oh, my stomach hurts a little, I need to go to the bathroom first." Wayne wanted to leave first.

“Let’s go out together.” Chris took his hand and stood up with him.

Seeing the two of them get up, the minister and Lawrence followed behind them with different expressions.

However, just as Wayne was about to leave, he was blocked at the exit.

Miss Ge Li, whom I haven't had much of a chance to see lately, was leisurely waiting at the door.

Ge Li's gaze first fell on Wayne, then on the hands he and Chris were holding.

Finally, it moved to Chris's face.

“Miss Chris, how have you been?” Ge Li smiled meaningfully.

She was accompanied by several followers, making quite a show of force.

Dangerous!

Wayne's heart skipped a beat.

He was struggling with how to get through this safely, but Chris fearlessly stood in front of Wayne, facing Miss Gothic's provocation head-on.

"Long time no see. I wonder if Miss Ge Li has something to say to me while she waits here?"

The smile on Ge Li's face faded.

"Ah, I just wanted to let you know... This time, you lost." She said seemingly nonchalantly, "The winner of this school fair is our orchestra."

Chris raised an eyebrow and asked, "So, you also devised the orchestra's plans?"

"of course."

Miss Ge Li confirmed her guess.

Standing behind Chris, Wayne's ominous premonition grew stronger.

What should I do if the car crashes? Urgent, waiting for help online!

Chapter 139: There's a mole; the deal is terminated.

Let's rewind to a day five years ago.

In a classroom of an elementary school class.

Although easily deceived, the young Ge Li, who at least had some intelligence, said to Wayne in disappointment, "I will never believe 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's curiosity was piqued by his serious words.

"why?"

A mysterious smile played on Wayne's face.

"The most popular forms of expression are never profound art with deep meaning, but rather—"

"The so-called 'popular culture' has a relatively low threshold for appreciation."

His voice was soft, but the views he expressed were so resounding and refreshing.

In pursuit of profound artistic achievement, the seemingly sophisticated works created are often less appealing than those that appear superficially lacking in substance.

This is because they target different audiences, and the latter's audience is much larger than the former's.

The key to Chris's success as "Superhero Poppy" lies in attracting a large enough audience... or rather, "fans".

During the performance, even ordinary people can feel themselves participating and feel excited and thrilled.

Only in this way can a work be alive, without a sense of distance, and full of vitality.

This is truly a crooked and heretical approach.

When Ge Li first encountered this theory, which could be described as "rebellious," he felt that his worldview had been completely refreshed by Wayne's eloquent explanation.

In the past, she believed that in any field, works that could achieve better results must be those with stronger artistry and higher ideological level.

To win in such a despicable way... that's utterly despicable.

However, he might be right.

"—At least it's very useful."

……

At the entrance of the concert hall, Ge Li looked at his arch-rival.

"Do you really think many people enjoy watching you princes and princesses play house?" she mocked mercilessly.

These handsome men and beautiful women are always hanging out in the drama club; they're just too enviable.

Furthermore, the head of the drama club went around proclaiming that they were certain to win first place in this school competition, which caused a great deal of dissatisfaction.

Even some small clubs that had no chance of competing for votes collectively cast their votes for the orchestra.