My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"Did you finish your homework properly yesterday?" Wayne asked again, still not entirely at ease.

"I'm done writing!" Chris looked listless, probably still half asleep.

"Don't just copy it verbatim, okay?"

"I know, I'm not stupid." She rolled her eyes at herself, annoyed.

Wayne couldn't help but think to himself, "Sometimes you seem no different from an idiot."

After a pleasant weekend, the thought of having to go back to the classroom can sometimes be quite disheartening.

He lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and looked out at the street receding into the distance.

"Chris, aren't you going to start the craft department again?" he asked.

There is no hope for this matter other than her.

After entering the main campus, the student hierarchy became more distinct. As a lower-class aristocrat, Senior Meimei no longer had the influence to start a club that only went through the motions every day.

Even Sophia, in order not to isolate herself from the group, had to hide her close friendship with Meimei and dared not spend too much time with her.

In this situation, even if Meimei's application to start a club is barely approved, it will probably only be a "mobile club" without even an activity department.

How sad!

"The Crafts Club..." Chris hesitated for a moment, then said, "Actually, thinking about what we've done, even if it weren't called the Crafts Club, it would be about the same name, right?"

"..."

It's amazing that you have such self-awareness.

"Has Wayne considered joining another club?"

Chris leaned against the window, watching the fleeting lights and shadows outside, and casually asked, "Always being in the craft club with me, you must get bored, right?"

"It's not boring, but speaking of joining other clubs... I once wanted to join the drama club."

Over the past few years, Wayne has maintained communication with Mr. Pokran.

The letters alone, asking for advice on theatrical creation, piled up in large numbers. Mr. Pokland even encouraged him to try his hand at it in a campus club first.

"Hmm, I vaguely remember," Chris suddenly laughed. "How about we join the drama club? It seems like you're always the one who accompanies me to do what I want to do. This time, it'll be my turn to accompany you."

Wayne hesitated. "But I just wanted to try writing scripts. If I join, I'll have to start as a background actor like the other freshmen. Wouldn't that be awful?"

He seemed to see himself standing outside the spotlight on stage, silently facing the lush green grass, foolishly holding up a green tree branch.

Chris sighed with the air of a wise elder, "Wayne, it seems you still haven't fully grasped the essence of this academy."

"That is—the strong can do whatever they want."

So Chris showed him the power of privilege.

……

"Miss Chris! Mr. Wayne! It's a great honor to have you both 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 area alone can accommodate a team of twenty people for preparation, which is more than enough for rehearsals of various daily activities."

"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."

"Huh? So, if my script is good enough, I can also perform it at 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 school council competition."

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

"...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 drama club president'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 that 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 doesn't even mention the cleaning and prop-making tasks that new members 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 club, 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 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 open arms."

"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 it's the leader among salted fish?