My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

These children all had lush green leaves hanging from their heads and held several bunches of big red flowers in their hands.

"Bell, our first show needs to start soon, let's get there early!"

Seeing that her friends were all ready, Bell was a little anxious. She bit her lip and said to Wayne, "I have to go to the drama club first. I'll come find you guys after I'm done."

Seeing Wayne nod, she reluctantly followed her friends away, and before reaching the corner, she turned back and shouted, "Make sure Sister Chris waits for me!"

Wayne simply raised his right hand and waved it.

Sigh, why didn't I think of calling him "Brother Wayne" sweetly? What a pity.

This is probably what they mean by "children don't know how to hide their preferences."

He stood like a gatekeeper at a busy intersection, scanning the passing students.

When he sees a pretty girl, he'll go up to her, introduce himself, and then use Chris's drawing and the life-size poster next to her to win her over. Finally, he'll chat with her for a bit to find out her class and name.

Under the influence of Wayne's obviously gentle smile, this three-pronged approach was always successful, and in no time the thin flyers in his hand were gone.

"Hmm, it's time to go back to the exhibition hall."

He had only one flyer left in his hand. He glanced at it twice and, without any hesitation, took it for himself.

Upon arriving at the handicrafts section's exhibition area, one sees a huge gray tarpaulin completely enclosing a large area.

Meanwhile, Chris and the others were sitting idly at the tables and chairs that had been brought out in advance, putting on a little show with the small dolls that were meant to be distributed to everyone, entertaining themselves.

"I am Poppy Number One!"

Chris spoke in a muffled voice, her slender fingers pinching and waving the little Bobby's fist, automatically matching all sorts of strange tones.

"Ha! Take this punch!"

She held the doll in her hand and slowly flew towards Molly opposite her.

Molly also controlled another small Poppy in slow motion, dodging the attack with a quick movement.

"I, Poppy Number Two, will never fall here!"

Molly shouted loudly, fully immersed in the role.

Because Mr. Pokland secured a performance at the Royal Theatre, almost all the nobles and royalty, led by His Majesty the King, went to see Pokland's special performance, which naturally included this piece, "Superhero Poppy."

Among a host of realist works, it stands out with its unique style.

Fortunately, thanks to the king's support, many nobles no longer fear the existence of Pokran.

Previously, even those who admired Poklin dared not openly discuss his work, as if mentioning him would diminish their aristocratic status.

"Wayne's here?"

Eve got up and ushered him into the tent.

When Wayne went inside, he discovered that there were many wooden frames erected around the perimeter.

"You didn't set up these shelves, did you?" he asked, slightly surprised.

"Of course not, I asked the staff for help."

In fact, at least half of the credit for the successful broadcast of this program goes to the unofficial staff.

The good news is that it will be difficult for other organizations to replicate this scale.

"Then we can remove the canopy on top and lower the scaffolding on the sides, and this will become a raised platform," Eve said. "After that, it will be up to Wayne to do it."

She asked with some concern, "Can Wayne's magic sustain this?"

Although most nobles possess magic, they typically begin to awaken their magical abilities after the age of ten, and only become proficient in using it around fifteen. Even the rarest geniuses have very weak magical powers in the initial stages of acquiring them.

Wayne's lips curled slightly. "Ah, well... don't worry, leave it to me."

He gently placed his hand on Bobby's soft body; the soft, gentle fur had a very reassuring power.

I really want to sleep.

Wayne's head rested on Bobby's lap, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he gradually lost consciousness.

He had a dream.

A cold and desolate space, with moonlight quietly filtering down from the treetops, casting a veil over everything in sight.

It has a false sense of dislocation.

"here it is?"

Wayne's mind was foggy, and every step he took felt like walking through mud.

Even though it wasn't raining, he seemed to hear the pattering of rain.

There seems to be someone talking ahead.

"Mr. Uncle..."

What? I'm not some kind of old man.

I am now a cute little pink boy.

He was lost in thought, wanting to get closer to that voice.

"What is that...?"

Suddenly, a beam of extremely bright light pierced through the mist and shone on him.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands and his body.

I felt like an actor standing under a spotlight on a stage, enveloped in light.

The moment the beam of light came head-on, everything around seemed to be stripped away in an instant.

The moon, the mist, the forest... everything melted in the dazzling light, mingling into clusters of vibrant and distorted colors.

In this world, there is only light, endless light.

His eyes stung as if they were being burned, and amidst that pain, he heard the voice of a strange girl.

Clear, yet fragile.

"Do you also feel...pain?"

It sounded like deep concern, yet also like a forceful interrogation.

Wayne felt as if someone had slammed a door shut in his heart, causing a sharp, throbbing pain.

"Wayne? Wayne!"

Chris shook his body violently.

"We've made so many preparations and you're just sleeping in here!"

"Hmm..." Wayne rubbed his eyes sleepily and opened them.

What came into view was Chris, still indignant, and the other members of the craft department watching the show with smiles behind her.

It really feels like a dream...

Chris touched his forehead and said, "It's almost time, you absolutely can't mess up."

"Ah, this doll is so comfortable," he mumbled sleepily.

Before Chris's expression could change, he quickly added, "But as long as I don't touch it directly, it's not a big problem!"

He tidied up the small area he had crushed, stepped back a little, and activated his magic.

Bobby, who had been sitting blankly in the shed, seemed to come alive in an instant, shaking his head and standing up.

However, Bobby's height clearly exceeded the height of the tent, and the gray tent cover was pushed up, creating a large bulge.

"Oh my gosh, what's that?!" came the excited shouts of many children outside.

Wayne smiled and looked at the other members: "Ready?"

"certainly!"

Everyone wore bright smiles.