My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Sometimes, things don't go as planned.

It's like seeing a toy you like but not having any money in your hand.

When you have money in your hands, you no longer like those children's toys.

Wayne, an ordinary elementary school student, was lying on his seat with his eyes closed, contemplating life, as if his entire figure had turned gray and white.

At this moment, only the bleak autumn wind blowing in from outside the window could bring him solace.

A note was thrown at his face.

He opened his eyes.

Ge Li folded another note and threw it at her.

"Can't you just say what's on your mind?"

Wayne reached out and caught it steadily, speechless.

It's not class time now, why act like it's a clandestine meeting, all sneaky and secretive?

"It's inconvenient," she said.

"Also, don't talk to me in front of other people."

...You have quite a lot of demands.

Wayne slowly opened the note.

If your love letter satisfies me, I might reluctantly agree to tutor you; passing will definitely be no problem.

Wayne felt as if his heart had been stabbed again.

He clutched his chest and collapsed onto the table in agony.

Wayne: [I don't need such worldly rewards.]

Ge Li: [Want something unworldly? — Money?]

Wayne sat up abruptly.

He sat upright and replied, word by word, carefully and neatly:

Yes, I'm sure you'll be satisfied!

……

The results of the school exams have been posted.

Richard, Golly, and Chris all received an A grade.

Therefore, those who seem very pessimistic before exams are often not actually bad students.

On the honor roll, the other names were all familiar figures, but Chris's appearance this time truly shocked everyone, with countless onlookers expressing disbelief.

However, that is the truth.

As a result, Chris's image of being ignorant and incompetent in everyone's eyes began to waver.

"That lady is probably working just as hard as we are, striving for her studies! How can we presume to know anything about her life just because she comes from a noble family?"

Wayne heard a girl say that.

In response, he could only say that the classmate was overthinking it.

Chris didn't study very seriously even at home.

"Waaah... Wayne, it's my fault! I always dragged you along to play, and you only got an F."

In the crafts department, Chris grabbed Wayne's sleeve in regret.

Although the results other than the A grade were not released, the fact that he needed to attend a make-up exam class could not be hidden.

"No, it was just a small mistake."

Wayne didn't think it was a big deal. If he wanted to attend tutoring classes, he could just do it. Anyway, there were plenty of private tutoring courses available at home.

As long as I can pass the makeup exam, it's okay to end the tutoring early. Just treat it as experiencing the life of a slacker and relaxing.

"How about we also apply to the council through the Lily Society for the right to retake the exams together at the start of the next semester?" Chris said.

"No, I'll pass the retake soon."

Several classmates shared the same problem as him, such as Prince's best friend Gavin.

Since there are acquaintances accompanying them, it's barely acceptable.

"It seems like Wayne was just as confident before this test started," Eve said, resting her chin on her hand on the table and blinking at him.

"I told you it was really a mistake." Wayne was tired of explaining.

However, he really couldn't find a suitable reason for his blank paper.

Am I supposed to tell everyone that all the words I wrote have disappeared?

Because of this unusual behavior, the homeroom teacher, Tommy, even thought that he had encountered some major setback in his life and had handed in a blank paper because he couldn't think straight. So he grabbed him in the office and gave him a full hour of psychological counseling.

At first, Tommy wanted to get to know Wayne better, so he asked a lot of trivial questions.

Later, the conversation naturally turned into the middle-aged man recounting his personal hardships.

"What are those little difficulties?!"

The middle-aged man, with snot and tears streaming down his face, said, "This is my seventh breakup, but I'm still living my life just fine, sob sob sob..."

Wayne could only pat him on the back with a complicated expression, listening to him ramble on about his past failed relationships, while pulling out a few tissues from the box on his desk and handing them to him.

If the homeroom teacher had been a beautiful young woman in her early twenties, Wayne might have been more touched by her words of comfort.

"By the way, do you guys have any gossip about why Tommy always seems to get dumped?"

Among girls, the speed at which certain messages are passed on can be quite flexible.

Wayne had never been interested in these things before, but today, after Tommy's endless complaints, he became unusually curious.

Eve's eyes lit up, and she raised her hand, saying, "I know! I know!"

Wayne leaned his ear over.

"Because Mr. Tommy has a huge secret: every single one of his relationships ends in failure because of this secret, without exception!"

"What is it?"

"Yes..." Eve gently whispered in his ear, her warm breath making Wayne slightly uncomfortable.

"—Because he's bald," she said in a low voice.

Wayne, looking surprised, stepped back slightly and turned to look at her. "Really? I couldn't tell at all."

Eve tried hard to suppress her laughter: "Really! He's even worse than the Bald Demon King, completely bald. But he wears a wig every day and never takes it off, so naturally, not many people know."

"So where did you get this information from?" Wayne asked.

"Of course, it came from his newly ex-girlfriend; this secret won't stay hidden for long."

Wayne felt a little sorry for him.

"By the way, the prince mentioned in a casual conversation earlier that the headmaster wants to develop a new hair transplant technique." He asked, "Have you heard about this?"

"Yes, I have."

Eve's excellent information network certainly did not disappoint him.

"Furthermore, I also know that he has hit a bottleneck. According to the magic formula he has developed so far, he can only make a single hair that was originally there grow a little longer."

The image of the headmaster's Mediterranean Sea immediately flashed into Wayne's mind, and his solitary figure standing out on the smooth surface of the sea.

"The Bald Demon King is now trying to collaborate with Professor Conley, a guest professor at the main campus, but Conley doesn't even consider his magic power worthwhile," Eve said.

"Conley?" That name sounds familiar.

"Wayne..." a shy voice rang out.

Wayne looked over and saw his classmate named Camille.

She also passed Chris's selection and became one of the twenty or so new members added to the craft department.

"What's wrong?" Wayne asked.

"I...I'm the class monitor of this make-up exam class. If Wayne encounters any problems...you can...you can come to me."

He spoke the sentence, which was not long, but he stammered.

"Oh, no need," Wayne smiled politely. "I can handle it."