My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"I really need to study hard."

On the new weekend, Chris tied a red ribbon around her head, with the Chinese characters "Invincible" written in black ink in the center.

"Wayne, tie this on, and you'll receive a boost from another world!" She handed Wayne another ribbon with the word "Strive" written on it, speaking with great seriousness.

Wayne silently accepted it and put it aside.

Then he took out a stack of homework assigned by his tutor.

"Instead of spending time making these little gadgets, doing more practice problems might be more effective." He ruthlessly exposed Chris's slacking off.

"Ugh—"

Chris clutched her chest in anguish. "Hearing those words felt like being pierced through the heart by an arrow."

Wayne simply unscrewed the pen cap and smoothly filled in the answers to each question.

Q: Why can humans use magic?

"Answer: Because the great King of Kings, for the well-being of all mankind, went through countless hardships to reach an eternal pact with the elves."

Q: Who was the founding monarch of the Kingdom of Saint Loens?

Answer: Your Majesty, the wise Henry Maysfield.

"..."

These questions aren't very difficult. With just a little time, you can get a decent score even if you just memorize them.

The prerequisite is that you have to be willing to spend the time.

Chris held up the textbook, looked at it horizontally for a while, then vertically, and finally simply lay down on the table and doodled on the illustrations in the book.

"Chris, don't forget you promised your mother you would get good grades," Wayne reminded her.

"I know, I'm sure I'll do better than last semester," Chris replied confidently.

Wayne put down his pen. "May I ask what your grades were last semester?"

"Seventh from the bottom in the entire grade!"

Her expression even held a hint of pride.

"...Never mind, do as you please."

Wayne gave up on communicating with her. "Ge Li said that midterms are nothing to worry about, you know? She'll definitely do better than you."

"Impossible!" Upon hearing this, Chris sat up straight with a jolt.

"I am not the same person I used to be. The me now is very strong!"

She said it with a serious expression.

The red "Invincible" headband on her head seems to have become even more vibrant.

Wayne shook his head, sighed, and continued working on his coding problems.

He was confident that, based on the study habits of his classmates, he would do well in his ranking this time, and getting an A grade would probably be no problem.

In the school exams, only students who are rated A are eligible to be listed on the honor roll and posted on the bulletin board; students who do not achieve A, even if they are only one point short, will not be recorded.

This rule seems to be very considerate of children who don't do well academically, but the reality is harsh.

—If they only get the lowest grade, F, they will be forced to attend a temporary make-up exam class organized by the grade during the holidays, and continue to study until they pass the make-up exam.

Temporary make-up exam classes are usually led by the head of the teaching department.

That tutor's methods were extremely cruel, and he was privately known as the "Bald Demon King" among students at all levels.

His favorite thing to do was to silently peek out from a window, his bald head shining like a light bulb, and stare eerily at every prisoner in the classroom, exuding an aura of dread.

This information was gathered by Wayne from various sources.

"That's not right," Wayne suddenly asked. "Chris only ranked seventh from the bottom before, why didn't she attend any make-up classes during the holidays?"

"Because I'm a core member of the Lily Society, I can use my privileges to get tutoring at home," Chris said without any shame. "I just need to take a makeup exam when the new semester starts."

...Is it really that fun? Seriously, won't this cause resentment among other ordinary students?

In addition, Wayne finally understood why Chris always had so many homework assignments.

"Don't let my past academic struggles fool you; I got a perfect score on my makeup exams at the start of this semester!"

Wayne saw through her little trick immediately. "I bet she used the same question as before?"

Chris lowered her head in extreme resentment.

"Damn it! How does Wayne know so much about these things?!"

Wayne's lips curled slightly.

……

Exams are a way to assess an individual's learning progress.

However, for the vast majority of aristocratic families with privileged backgrounds, there was no need for their children to prove anything through exam results, so parents generally adopted a laissez-faire attitude towards this.

You don't need to do very well on the exam, as long as your grades aren't too bad and bring shame to your family.

Therefore, the more powerful and influential a noble family is, the fewer of them actually achieve outstanding results.

However, Prince Richard was one of the rare exceptions. He basically swept the top spot in every test, living up to his "perfect" persona.

Besides the prince, Gothic Edgeworth also had excellent grades, consistently achieving an A grade, though his ranking wasn't particularly high, usually hovering around twentieth place.

Even so, in the eyes of other noble families, Geli was worthy of the praise of "love of learning".

At this moment, Ge Li was sitting behind him, while His Highness the Prince was sitting in front of him.

Wayne was awkwardly caught in the middle.

To prevent cheating, students in each class are shuffled before major exams, and exam rooms and seat numbers are randomly assigned.

The seating arrangement this time was just too coincidental.

Behind him, someone gently poked his shoulder with their finger.

Wayne shifted uncomfortably.

A note was tossed over.

The exams haven't started yet, and everyone is making the most of the last bit of time to bury themselves in their textbooks, so this kind of activity won't attract anyone's attention.

Wayne opened it and saw familiar handwriting.

Action Plan:

1. Write a love letter full of affection to the person you are looking for.

2. Prepare delicious snacks by hand and feed them to the target.

3. Invite your target to go out for a trip, and then confess your feelings in person.

(Order of events? Any additions?)

Wayne hesitated for a moment, then ticked the first item.

Then he wrote a long, detailed reply:

Confessing your feelings is always a victory song, not a battle cry, so it should always be saved for last. Handmade treats or other gifts that require a lot of effort are wasted if the recipient doesn't appreciate the sentiment behind them. Therefore, choose the first option, but never directly say "I like you." Instead, find something that interests them and start with shared topics.

He threw the note behind him without turning his head.

After a while, I felt a tap on my back, and a new note appeared on the table.

Ge Li: [That makes a lot of sense. Well then, write it down.]

Wayne: [???]

Ge Li: [With your experience, it's definitely safer for you to write it down! I'll copy it neatly, don't worry!]

Is this the issue I care about?!

Wayne turned around angrily, about to argue with her, when Ge Li immediately mouthed to him silently:

Don't turn back, and don't talk to me.