My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

"It's really surprising that someone would attend a make-up exam class..."

"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't it be better to just apply for make-up exams when school starts?"

Wayne heard many people whispering.

The temporary make-up exam class will use an empty large classroom and will include all students in the entire grade who received an F grade. Therefore, this class will not only include Wayne's original classmates from Class B, but also many children from other classes.

"Wayne, sit here, sit here!"

Gavin's eyes lit up when he saw him walk into the classroom, and he quickly greeted him.

Seeing how enthusiastic he was, Wayne readily agreed and sat down in the seat behind him.

It would be quite incredible to see members of the Lily Society here, as could be clearly sensed from the people who were subtly observing him.

"Why didn't Gavin apply for a make-up exam when school starts?"

He already knew that Gavin would attend tutoring classes like him, but he still didn't quite understand why he didn't use the privileges he had, since Gavin was also a member of the Lily Society.

Gavin said with a bitter expression, "Privileges aren't given to us; they're just for the benefit of the powerful figures behind the scenes."

"If my father had already given prior notice that I had to attend tutoring, how could the school board members have objected to his decision?"

Gavin's father was the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Saint Loens, and was known for his sharp diplomatic style in various foreign affairs.

So that's why he has a strict father. Wayne nodded in understanding.

Although they were assigned to the same class, the subjects in which each of them failed were not exactly the same.

Therefore, the main task in this classroom is to do exercises.

"Each of you is a pillar of the kingdom! You occupy a portion of the nation's finest educational resources!"

On the podium, the bald devil was spitting out saliva.

"I don't expect you to be outstanding in the future, or as perfect as Prince Richard..."

As he spoke, he saw Wayne sitting in the middle back seat, listening intently to his long speech.

He paused slightly, then immediately continued, "Even someone like Miss Chris Winchester, who surpasses herself, is a worthy role model for everyone to learn from!"

For a fleeting moment, Wayne wondered if he had said those words intentionally to him.

After a string of compliments, he finally got back to the point.

"Now, the test papers will be distributed! You have two hours; you will not be allowed to leave get out of class until you have finished!"

Camille, who was acting as the temporary class monitor, stood up, took the test papers from the podium, and then distributed them to the corresponding students one by one according to their names.

The bald demon king surveyed the crowd with a dignified expression.

"I won't be proctoring," he said. "But anyone who wants to cheat, be prepared to be punished!"

He chuckled twice in a sinister tone.

"In short, I personally welcome you to do something special~".

After saying that, he strode out the door with his head held high, seemingly not caring whether the people in the classroom would obediently do the problems as he had instructed.

Gavin sat upright in his seat, without turning around, but whispered in a low voice, "That bald pervert is a spy, be careful."

Wayne twirled his pen and hummed in agreement.

He hadn't originally intended to do anything sneaky, so he treated it as a review of the knowledge points, wrote his name on the paper, and then proceeded to do the questions one by one.

However, there were still occasional rustling sounds coming from the classroom.

After a while, Wayne had finished all the questions.

He checked again to make sure he hadn't missed anything, then got up and handed in his paper.

"No way, you finished writing so quickly!"

Gavin looked up in astonishment at his retreating figure as he walked up to the podium and then left the classroom.

He cried out in a sob, "Oh... I've only written a little over half!"

After leaving the classroom, Wayne stretched his arms in relief.

Today is Saturday, and the sun is shining brightly outside the window. Looking at the bright light, he suddenly felt like taking a stroll around other areas of the academy.

He turned his head and was about to take a step when he stopped.

Outside the last window near the corridor, a figure crouched down beside the classroom, half a bald head peeking out as he gazed intently at the people inside.

The figure was holding a pen and paper, occasionally jotting something down.

Noticing Wayne's gaze, the headmaster turned his head and put his finger to his lips to gently shush him, signaling him not to speak.

Then they went back to register the students who were exchanging glances.

...That's really perverted.

Wayne casually looked away and left the corridor.

Walking along the path that stretches from the teaching building to the public service area, the lush foliage blocks out the sun, casting dappled sunlight through the gaps.

On weekends, the school is even less crowded.

After two hours of practice questions, there is a twenty-minute break.

But he finished the test in less than half an hour, which means he now has almost two hours of rest time.

So it seems like attending tutoring classes isn't so bad after all.

The only slight disappointment is that Chris only wants to sleep in on weekends and doesn't want to come to school, otherwise it would be even more fun.

Before he knew it, Wayne had arrived at the public service area, where a small cabin surrounded by trees came into view.

He touched the considerable amount of money in his pocket, revealed a confident smile, and walked over to push open the glass door of the tea restaurant.

The wind chimes hanging by the door jingled crisply.

He is now going to use Miss Gosling's money to enjoy the services provided by the Edgeworth family.

Rounding down to the nearest whole number is equivalent to getting something for free.

perfect!

Welcome!

A tall waiter with a short beard greeted, "What would you like to order, sir?"

Wayne leaned against the bar, only his head showing because of his height.

"Is there a menu with pictures here?"

"...No, sir. We only have a text-based catalog," the waiter said.

"You could improve on this aspect in the future. If there are corresponding pictures, customers can see what the finished product looks like, making it easier for them to make a purchase," Wayne suggested enthusiastically.

Upon hearing his strange request, the waiter showed a hint of confusion.

"Okay, I will relay your opinion to my superiors," he said humbly.

What he really wanted to say was that there probably wasn't any restaurant in the capital with pictures on its menu, since hiring a decent realist painter would be quite expensive.

Moreover, the reason this shop is located in the academy is not to attract more customers to make money. Most of the customers are regulars who know their preferences very well.

However, one cannot be so rude to a customer in front of that lady.

"Also, your business would definitely be even better if cute maid-style waitresses served your tea and water!"

Wayne said meaningfully.

The short-bearded waiter, who had initially appeared sincere, suddenly changed his expression, raised his finger in alarm, and pointed at himself in disbelief, saying:

"Me, dressed as a maid?"

Don't listen to his nonsense.

A familiar voice sounded from behind, its tone full of mockery.