By the time he returned to the Duke's Palace, it was already dark.
The night sky seemed to have been washed away, without a trace of cloud or mist. The stars in the sky were densely covered in the high and far sky, shining brightly and permanently.
And under the darkness of the night, among the dotted lights in thousands of households, there was one that belonged to me.
"Why did you come back?"
As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Chris lying on the sofa bored, reading a new work by the famous playwright Poquelin.
"I went to the library to borrow some materials." Wayne said.
However, that information was not the real gain from the trip.
The real bonus - Tasia's completed homework.
Oh, the teachers in the grade really underestimated the abilities of their students, and even dared to assign the same homework content to different classes on different dates.
Isn't this an obvious way for them to take advantage of the loophole?
I originally thought that my unkind invitation might make Tasia a little embarrassed, but she didn't expect that he just asked tentatively, and she agreed immediately.
"I believe that Mr. Wayne, I just want to learn from different ideas." She said.
Wow, you surprisingly trust my character.
So Wayne happily obtained Tasia's homework book.
Looks like we can have some fun this weekend.
Thinking of this, Wayne asked: "Chris, what time should we pick up Tasia tomorrow?"
Chris paused, turned her head, and looked at him warily.
"Are you looking forward to it?"
Looking at Chris's expression that seemed to contain a different meaning, Wayne suddenly remembered the rumors that Song Li had mentioned before.
Could it be! Chris heard about it too?
Under Chris' gaze, Wayne said naturally: "Because I already knew who had done the prank that day, so I poured all the ink on Tasia."
Chrissy:! ! !
Her attention was diverted in an instant, and she got up from the sofa and asked, "Who is it?"
"What are you going to do if you find out the real murderer?" Wayne asked her.
"Of course I want him to apologize to Tasia immediately!" Chris said matter-of-factly, "No matter what, bullying Tasia like this is too much!"
Wayne walked over and sat next to her.
"I think it's going to be hard for him to apologize."
After hearing his words, Chrissy's expression changed. "who is it?"
"It's His Royal Highness the Second Prince, Lawrence."
Chrissy fell into silence.
As a prince, others cannot force Lawrence, who has such an identity and status, to bow to Tasia unless he wants to.
She didn't know what to say.
After a while, she sighed helplessly: "This status difference is really annoying."
Wayne felt the same way.
No matter where you are, the higher the status of the nobles, the more privileges they can enjoy. In a sense, Song Li is right.
Moreover, this is already a natural principle that everyone in this world is accustomed to.
Nobles are born to be nobler than commoners.
"However, we may be able to use other methods to attack from the side."
Chris thought for a while and said, "For example, make a bet with him or something, and let him either apologize to Tasia or lose his credibility and dignity."
Wayne disagreed: "But if you do this, it will inevitably make other girls more hostile to Tasia, right?"
She was already ostracized by girls because of Prince Richard, and if she was once again fueled by Prince Lawrence, it would not be a good outcome.
"Ahhh...why do you exclude people for such weird reasons!"
Chris was so distressed that he rolled around on the sofa holding his head.
Even she couldn't make those aristocratic ladies give up their barriers. Instead, the girls said with surprise: "No way? Miss Chris actually spoke for that inferior commoner?"
Then they looked at me with strange eyes.
...I feel like my position has been challenged.
Before this, I thought it was quite interesting that these guys were discussing who had nice jewelry and who had a new hairstyle every day.
However, it’s not like there aren’t people who can defend themselves.
Often a small group of fans who are deeply influenced by them will stand up and confront those girls tit for tat.
"How dare you, how dare you speak to Lady Chris like this!"
"Even if your father, Mr. Earl, was present in person, he would not dare to be so presumptuous towards the daughter of the Wenche family!"
Although I was quite touched to have someone speak up for me, I couldn't be happier to hear such typical villain-only remarks.
"We'd better meet Tasia tomorrow and ask for her opinion in person."
Finally, Wayne said.
…
The next day, Chris made an exception and got up early and cleaned her room very seriously, trying to leave a good impression on Tasia.
Previously, with Wayne's guarantee, Mrs. Ashwell no longer prohibited Chris's activities. Today, she even took Duke Elliot out for fun, leaving the entire Duke's Palace to the child. them.
"Good, everything is ready now!"
Kristi specially changed into a pair of relatively simple clothes, stood by the window of the study room, and looked at the scene at the street with a monocular telescope.
By the way, this telescope was also invented "accidentally" by Professor Conley.
Wayne sat unceremoniously on her sofa chair and put his feet up on the edge of the table.
"Chris, have you recovered the milk tea recipe?"
Yes, Chris still used the perfunctory excuse of "having seen the original recipe in a book" as an excuse to make bold promises to restore and improve milk tea that could be called "golden quality".
Perhaps it was because she liked to read a lot of miscellaneous books, but now everyone in the Duke's Palace was no longer surprised by such comments.
"Of course, it's just a simple stocking milk tea."
"Stockings?"
Wayne sat up straight and put his feet off the table.
"Ah, of course it's not really made of stockings, but a special white cloth bag. It's just because it's stained with the color of milk tea, it looks like..."
"No, what I'm talking about is stockings!" Wayne interrupted her science talk.
In his previous life, there were various milk tea shops everywhere, so of course he also knew something about Hong Kong-style milk tea.
However, in this magical world, there is no such thing as real stockings so far. The closest thing to it should be the white tights that have suddenly become popular among upper-class aristocratic men a few days ago. Most of them are hand-woven from wool.
I don’t know where this fashion trend came from, but suddenly from a certain day, the male nobles in the royal capital began to show off their thighs wearing tight pantyhose.
Moreover, they sometimes compare each other and think it is a symbol of beauty.
All Wayne could say about this was that luckily everyone in the academy had to wear uniforms and boots.
However, since Chris herself has taken the initiative, if she can't see the girls' moist black stocking legs again and wash her eyes, what will her life be?
"Chrissy! Stockings...what are they?"
He stared at Chrissy's face with bright eyes.
