At the school gate, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan came to a stop, and the driver respectfully opened the car door.

A young man stepped out of the car.

He appeared to be around eighteen, with a tall and handsome appearance.

Many of the girls arriving for school couldn’t help but be captivated, eager to get closer.

However, the young man’s expression was gloomy, giving off a vibe that warned others to keep their distance.

His name was Wang Haoran.

Right now, he was in a terrible mood.

After all, if such a thing happened to anyone, they wouldn’t be in a good mood either.

He was a transmigrator.

Before transmigrating, he was an orphan struggling in a big city, nearing thirty, still unsuccessful, and unable to win over a single girl—a complete failure.

Almost every bad experience in life had happened to him.

After transmigrating, he became a rich second-generation heir.

He had a good family background, was handsome, and excelled in his studies.

Every day, he was chauffeured to and from school in a Cullinan.

He had more pocket money than he could spend.

Normally, encountering such a situation would make anyone laugh in their dreams.

In fact, for the first few days after transmigrating, he did feel quite pleased, laughing even in his dreams.

After all, his previous life had been so miserable.

To have such excellent living conditions after transmigrating.

Anyone would feel delighted.

But he soon realized things weren’t that simple.

A bottom-ranked student in his class had recently made rapid progress in his studies and occasionally interacted with the class beauty, who was also the study committee member.

In everyone’s eyes, Wang Haoran and the class beauty were a perfect match.

Although the class beauty didn’t acknowledge this.

As the bottom-ranked student got closer to the class beauty, some lackeys couldn’t help but try to curry favor.

Just yesterday, they called the bottom-ranked student to a corner to give him a “profound education.”

Three against one, it seemed like a sure win.

But the result was that the three lackeys got beaten up!

Having read countless web novels in his previous life, Wang Haoran felt the plot was eerily familiar.

Wasn’t this the typical urban novel plot where the underdog turns the tables and wins over the class beauty?

And his own background and conditions were exactly like a villainous rich second-generation template.

After this thought crossed his mind, Wang Haoran couldn’t help but laugh, thinking he might be overthinking it.

But just then, the standard system for transmigrators appeared.

The system was called the Super Villain System.

Through the system, he learned that he had transmigrated into a parallel world constructed by an urban feel-good novel.

His identity was undoubtedly that of a bona fide villainous rich second-generation, a tool for the protagonist to humiliate.

In the main storyline, he constantly opposed the protagonist but failed step by step, living for less than 100 chapters before being ruined by the protagonist.

His family fortune was taken by the protagonist, and the class beauty he liked also ended up with the protagonist.

“Damn, of all things to transmigrate into, why did I have to become a villain who can’t even survive 100 chapters? Are you kidding me?!”

Wang Haoran vented his frustration internally.

However, he knew it was a fait accompli and that he was powerless to change it.

Of course, this didn’t mean he would resign himself to fate.

From recent events, it was clear that the novel’s plot had just begun.

The protagonist was just starting to grow and couldn’t confront him head-on yet.

He had far more resources than the protagonist.

As long as he used them well and stayed vigilant, he, as a villain, might still have a chance to turn the tables.

“Boss.”

While he was pondering, a boy wearing a cap approached from behind.

Under the cap, his face was visibly bruised.

Clearly, he had been beaten.

This was one of Wang Haoran’s three lackeys, named Fan Jian.

The other two were named Fan Tong and Qin Shousheng.

Listen to those names!

What kind of names are these?

Fan Jian, which sounds like “cheap”?

Fan Tong, which sounds like “useless”?

Qin Shousheng, which sounds like “beastly”?

These three were clearly part of the villain’s entourage.

Obviously, this was the work of a mischievous author with a penchant for humor.

Fan Jian looked embarrassed, afraid to meet Wang Haoran’s scrutinizing gaze.

Indeed, it was shameful.

Three against one, and they lost.

Fan Jian couldn’t hold back any longer and took the initiative to admit his mistake.

“Boss, you can hit or scold me as you please. We embarrassed you.”

“Why are you the only one here? Where are the other two?” Wang Haoran didn’t blame him, just asked.

Because he knew blaming them was useless. The protagonist had plot armor; it wasn’t easy for these three lackeys to beat him up.

Fan Jian was relieved that Wang Haoran didn’t blame him and approached with a silly grin, saying:

“Boss, I ran a bit faster, so I got beaten up less. The other two were weaker and slower, so they got beaten badly. Their faces are swollen and might take days to heal!”

Seeing his expression, Wang Haoran was speechless.

What kind of brainless lackey did this silly author give him?

Running fast and getting beaten less, and he seemed proud of it, as if he wanted to show off.

What, did he expect praise from me?!

“If you keep smiling, I’m going to slap you.”

Wang Haoran couldn’t stand his lackey’s silly grin and reprimanded him.

“Boss, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong, I won’t smile anymore,” Fan Jian quickly admitted his mistake and said:

“Boss, don’t worry, I’ll get back at him. I don’t believe that guy has three heads and six arms. Today, I’ll bring ten brothers!”

“Save it, it’s useless,” Wang Haoran shook his head.

They had already alerted the protagonist, who was now on guard. With the protagonist’s plot armor, sending more people would just be giving him more targets to beat up.

Even if the protagonist couldn’t win, he would easily escape.

It was a futile effort.

“Useless? Then, boss, I’ll bring twenty?”

“Why are you talking so much nonsense? I said it’s useless.”

“How is that possible? Then I’ll bring thirty.”

“Why don’t you just call your mom?!” Wang Haoran couldn’t help but curse.

“Call my mom? Boss, that’s… that’s not possible. My mom’s too frail to fight,” Fan Jian said with a bitter face.

Wang Haoran rubbed his temples. What kind of brainless lackey was this?

Suppressing the urge to hit him and calming himself down.

“Don’t do such things in the future.”

“But, boss, that guy is hitting on the sister-in-law. Who does he think he is? We can’t stand it,” Fan Jian said.

“Let me ask you, am I more handsome or is that guy more handsome?” Wang Haoran asked his lackey.

“Of course, you’re more handsome, boss. That guy is nothing, just has regular features.”

Fan Jian answered without hesitation, with no intention of flattering, because it was the truth.

“Is my family background better, or is that guy’s family background better?” Wang Haoran continued to ask.

“Boss, your family has assets worth billions, while that guy’s family is ordinary. There’s no comparison.”

“Am I better at studies, or is that guy better?”

“Boss, you’re in the top ten in the school, a top student. That guy is at the bottom, just a slacker.”

“Then that’s it, isn’t it? With such good conditions, do I need you to meddle in such matters?”

“Boss, I understand now. We were being redundant. Without your orders, we won’t interfere anymore. That guy isn’t even worthy of being compared to you,” Fan Jian finally understood.

Wang Haoran nodded, looking at his brainless lackey with a gaze that said, “You can be taught.”

Suddenly, a system notification appeared in his mind.

[Ding, by guiding your lackey’s behavior and slightly altering the plot direction, you have gained 100 villain points.]