After finishing his words, Qin Cheng left the school without so much as a backward glance.
Cheng Yu An remained alone where she stood, head bowed, lost in silent thought.
He hadn’t pressed his advantage then—giving up the chance to further sway her.
Not out of pity, though. Push too hard, and the game loses its fun.
Slow and steady was better. Besides, he still had an ace up his sleeve.
And he hadn’t even met the real deal yet—the guy with two shimmering golden characters hovering above his head.
【Protagonist】.
That golden-bordered label never left Yu Zhe’s head.
Meanwhile, the 【Failed Villain】 above his own head flickered in and out, mostly invisible.
Qin Cheng still couldn’t figure out what this system was. He decided to head back to school to check the so-called “protagonist,” see if Yu Zhe’s 【Protagonist】 tag held any clues.
“Hiss… Ouch, ouch, ouch…”
Qin Cheng, the Demon Sovereign, who’d been strolling leisurely down the street, suddenly clutched his stomach with a look of utter despair. A sharp cramp bent him double against the wall.
“This body’s still too weak… Sigh…”
Muttering in exasperation, he pulled out his phone and dialed smoothly.
“Hello? What’s up, Young Master Qin?” A sweet, childish voice chirped through the speaker.
“My stomach’s killing me. Send cars—now. I’ll text the address.”
“Young Master Qin… is this a… kidney thing?”
“You want me to pin you down and have my way with you when I get back?”
“But Young Master, you’re already so frail! How are you even walking? Shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”
“Too much nonsense. Just move!”
He hung up, irritation prickling. Every chat with his little maid tested his patience—his eyelid twitched nonstop.
*Did I lose my mind hiring her?*
*Like hell she’s pleasing to the eye.*
Grumbling, he sent his location, then shuffled forward: one hand pressed to his aching gut, the other braced against the wall.
All imposing aura gone. Just a weakened, pitiful guy waiting hopefully for the ride.
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【Dad… were you lying to me…?】
After leaving the principal’s office, Cheng Yu An sank into uneasy silence.
She refused to believe Qin Cheng. *A spoiled rich kid’s words aren’t worth trusting!*
Yet his words had struck deep.
She had two elder sisters—Cheng Yufei and Cheng Musan—beautiful, fiercely close since childhood. Now, cold silence.
The eldest was free-spirited; the second, sharp and calculating—a business-world powerhouse.
Both forced by their father into marriages they hated. The eldest fared okay. The second? Betrayed despite a promise. Married off to climb social ladders.
She later severed ties with their father—and while he celebrated the connection, she struck back silently, shattering his schemes.
After that, young Cheng Yu An saw only servants at home. Rare glimpses of her father. A mother always gone.
Witnessing her sisters’ fates, she’d resolved to claim her own path. Then her father suddenly “discovered” affection—doting on her for over a year.
She believed her future was hers to shape. She wouldn’t end up like them.
But Qin Cheng’s words today stirred that long-dormant trace of rebellion and unease.
Head low, she walked quietly toward her classroom.
Unseen, shadowy figures shifted around her, “chatting” suspiciously.
“Ugh… damn it. Even if we wanted to mess with Yu Zhe, no way…”
“But… seriously weird…”
The hushed voices pulled her from thought. She glanced around—the sound came from the corner.
【Yu Zhe?】
Hesitating, she tiptoed closer, ears perking up.
“Damn, why’s this transfer student Yu Zhe so freakin’ odd…?”
“Weird? How?”
“He got three heads or six arms?”
Three male voices. Cheng Yu An’s ears twitched; focus sharpened.
“Damn, I got beaten by him before—*narrowly lost*. So I checked his background, planned to get back… and the intel left me dizzy.”
“What happened? What happened?” (×2)
“Records? Only university stuff exists. Like a wild man who just waltzed in! Family intel says the principal brought him in personally. I ain’t touching that. Nope. Not me.”
