My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

In the end, Wayne managed to separate the two.

Sitting in the workshop of the handicraft department, Wayne slammed his head on the table, looking utterly dejected.

As a family member, Chris has undoubtedly won the battle for Wayne.

But this was not the end. The two of them set out for a battle atop the royal city, which was—

They will compete for the title at the annual school fair.

That's it.

Chris stood at the head of the table, her hands resting on the oval conference table in the activity room, looking down at the members of the handicraft department.

"Let's do it! This is a battle for honor!"

The sixth-grade student and head of the craft club, sitting in the first seat below, responded enthusiastically, "Oh, oh!"

Putting aside the completely reversed superior-subordinate relationship, it's already unimaginable how the handicraft club and the orchestral club, two completely unrelated clubs, could possibly be compared in terms of superiority.

If you don't understand, ask. So, in the most inconspicuous spot at the bottom, Wayne quietly raised his hand.

"Lady Chris, what are the criteria for judgment?"

"Good question."

Chris pulled out a whiteboard from somewhere and wrote the words "school, academy, association" on it with a black pen, then drew several vertical lines below it.

"When the school assembly arrives, all students will no longer be scheduled for classes, but will instead devote themselves entirely to club activities. At that time, everyone will receive a nomination vote issued by the executive committee, and the club with the most votes will win the opportunity to perform at the royal palace and receive a trophy awarded by the school council."

"And last year's number one was the orchestra."

She wrote down the orchestral section and added an exclamation mark after it.

"But! That doesn't mean they're really that good," she said. "Elementary school students are limited by their age and don't have much skill in playing. Other students' appreciation is also very limited. Most people just voted for the orchestra because of herd mentality."

"So our chances of winning lie in: high investment, extensive publicity, and... more popular works."

Chris's followers reacted extremely enthusiastically to her speech.

"right!"

"Lady Chris is right!"

"This time, we will definitely crush the orchestra under our feet!"

Chris clenched her fist and stretched it towards the sky:

"Victory and glory belong to the Handcraft Department!"

...Well, I should say it's definitely worthy of being an animated work.

As long as there is a school setting, the plot will always revolve around things like school meetings and school festivals.

Wayne clapped his hands unconsciously, cheering for Chris.

Even though the number of people in the craft club has increased significantly, there are still only about ten members at most, and some of them are ghost members who only filled out the application form and never showed up again.

Incidentally, apart from Wayne, who was forcibly conscripted, all the other members are girls.

Boys tend to prefer clubs with a stronger competitive element, such as the Kendo Club, Magic Research Club, History and Strategy Club, or the Diplomacy Simulation Club. Alternatively, they might join the Literature Club or the Drama Club. Those who are willing to join the Craft Club are mostly simple and honest girls with a strong sense of girlishness.

Therefore, when Chris joined the Handicraft Club with unstoppable momentum, the decision-making power of the entire club instantly fell into Chris's hands.

"As for what kind of work we'll be creating, that's a secret for now."

Chris said so.

Back home, Chris suddenly felt all her strength drain away and collapsed onto the sofa in distress.

She grabbed Little White and started frantically squeezing its head, yelling, "Aaaaah... what are you trying to do?!"

Wayne sat down behind her and freed Little White from her grasp.

Out of affection, Chris made many clothes for the little white dog of unknown breed, giving it various colorful dresses to wear. However, the little white dog didn't appreciate it and often broke free from its restraints when they weren't looking.

Ignoring the puppy's struggles, Wayne picked up its little red dress from the ground and tried to put it back on.

Seeing that it couldn't get rid of it, Xiaobai resigned itself to its fate and curled up into a ball.

"Wayne, what kind of handmade products do you think can make a striking first impression and leave a lasting impression?"

Wayne thought for a moment and said, "Bigger is justice."

Chris turned around, looked at the bewildered little white dog in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

……

Pokran's real name was Pokran Baptiste, and he was born into a merchant family on the outskirts of the royal capital of St. Loons.

His father was a shrewd businessman who started from scratch as a tapestry merchant and, through years of hard work, even rose to become one of the kingdom's court interior decorators.

For ordinary people, this is already a remarkable achievement.

Having accumulated considerable wealth, the father intended for Pokran to inherit the family business and property, but Pokran refused.

He loved theater from a young age and did not want to continue being a money-grubbing businessman.

At the time, young Poklin was determined to organize a youth theater troupe, which led to several arguments with his father. He was determined to pursue his ideals, but unfortunately, the troupe went into debt due to failed performances, and Poklin himself was imprisoned as a result.

He was eventually released only after his father paid a large bail.

After this incident, his father was extremely disappointed in him, thinking him unreasonable and expelling him from the family.

"Since you like theater, go pursue what you want."

So, with those words in mind, Pokran resolutely joined another theater troupe that was touring the provinces. He left the capital and wandered for fourteen years.

Along the way, he witnessed many beautiful sights he had never seen before and learned many stories he had never known before.

Poklin himself rose from a humble apprentice to become the head of a theater company, and then to a renowned writer who penned his own plays.

Fourteen years later... he finally returned to the capital, though the city was so unfamiliar that he could hardly recognize it.

Everywhere you look, there are spectators cheering and applauding.

He went from a vibrant young man to a middle-aged man with prematurely gray hair; from an unknown nobody to a guest of honor of the Duke.

Time truly flies, and years are merciless.

Pokran sat quietly in his guest room at the Duke’s mansion, looking out at the meticulously maintained and pleasing courtyard.

Perhaps, in the near future, I will be able to buy a house with a large courtyard?

He stared blankly for an unknown amount of time when a bright red color suddenly caught his eye, and his gaze froze.

Chris led Wayne, who was holding a dog in a red dress, into the side courtyard.