I Became a Rich Second-Generation Villain

At the School Gate, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan pulled to a stop, and the driver respectfully opened the door.

Immediately after, a young man stepped out of the car.

The youth appeared to be about eighteen years old, with a tall, upright figure and handsome features.

Many girls rushing to school nearby caught sight of him, and almost every one of them was thrilled, unable to resist the urge to get closer.

However, the youth's expression was gloomy, giving off a "keep away" vibe.

The youth was named Wang Haoran.

Right now, he was in a terrible mood.

After all, if this kind of thing happened to anyone, no one would be in a good mood.

He was a transmigrator.

Before transmigrating, he was an orphan struggling in a big city, nearly thirty years old and still achieving nothing; he couldn't even manage to woo a single girl, a complete and utter loser.

Almost every miserable experience in life had happened to him.

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

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

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

He had more pocket money than he could ever spend.

Normally, encountering such a situation would make anyone wake up from their dreams laughing.

In fact, for the first few days after transmigrating, he had indeed felt quite satisfied, laughing even in his sleep.

After all, his previous life had been so miserable.

Having such excellent living conditions after transmigrating.

Anyone would feel satisfied.

But he soon discovered that things were not that simple.

The bottom-ranked student in his class had recently seen his grades skyrocket, and he even had occasional interactions with the Class Representative, who was the School Belle.

One had to know that in everyone's eyes, Wang Haoran and the School Belle were a match made in heaven.

Although the School Belle did not acknowledge this.

With the bottom-ranked student getting closer to the School Belle, those lackeys couldn't help but want to curry favor.

And so, yesterday, they called the bottom-ranked student into a corner to give him a "profound education."

Three people against one; no matter how you looked at it, it should have been a stomp.

But the result was that the three lackeys were beaten up! Having read countless web novels in his past life, Wang Haoran felt the plot was all too familiar.

Wasn't this just the urban novel trope of a bottom-ranked student turning his life around to woo the School Belle?

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

After this thought popped up, Wang Haoran couldn't help but laugh, thinking he was probably overthinking things.

But just then, the standard system for transmigrators appeared.

The name of the system was the Super Villain System.

Through the system, he learned that he had transmigrated into a parallel world constructed from an urban power-fantasy novel.

His identity was beyond doubt: he was a proper villainous rich second-generation heir, a Tool Man destined to be slapped in the face by the protagonist.

In the main plot, he would constantly clash with the protagonist, only to fail step by step, and after living for less than 100 chapters, he would be ruined by the protagonist, losing his family and home.

His family fortune would be seized by the protagonist, and the School Belle he liked would also belong to the protagonist.

Damn it, why couldn't I transmigrate into something else? Why did you have to make me a villain who doesn't even live past 100 chapters? Are you messing with me?!

Wang Haoran vented in his heart.

However, since it was already an established fact, he knew he was powerless to change it.

Of course, this did not mean he would just resign himself to his fate.

Judging from the events of the past few days, the novel's plot had clearly just begun.

The protagonist had only just started to grow and could not yet face him head-on.

He possessed far more resources than the protagonist.

As long as he utilized these well, and remained on guard, it wasn't impossible for a villain like him to stage a comeback.

"Boss."

While he was deep in thought, a boy wearing a hat walked up from behind.

Under the hat, one could vaguely see some bruises on his face.

Clearly, he had been beaten.

This was one of the three main lackeys by Wang Haoran's side, named Fan Jian.

The other two were named Fan Tong and Qin Shousheng.

Listen, just listen to those names!

What kind of names are these?

Fan Jian, Fan Jian? Fan Tong, Rice Bucket?

Qin Shousheng, Beast Born? These three are clearly cut from the same cloth as the villains.

Obviously, this was a deliberate design by the Silly Author with their twisted sense of humor.

Fan Jian looked awkward, terrified of meeting Wang Haoran's scrutinizing gaze.

Indeed, it was embarrassing.

Three against one, and they still lost.

After being stared at for a while, Fan Jian finally couldn't take it anymore and took the initiative to admit his fault.

"Boss, you can beat me or scold me as you please; we've brought shame upon you."

"Why are you the only one here? Where are the other two?" Wang Haoran didn't rebuke him, merely asking the question.

He knew that scolding was useless; the target was protected by the Protagonist Halo, so how could he be beaten up by three pieces of trash like them?

Seeing that Wang Haoran wasn't blaming him, Fan Jian breathed a sigh of relief, trotted closer, and said with a grin, "Reporting to Boss, I run a bit faster, so I took fewer hits. They were a bit weaker and ran slower, so they got beaten up pretty badly. Half their faces are almost swollen out of shape; it'll probably take several days for the swelling to go down!"

Seeing the look on the guy's face, Wang Haoran couldn't help but be speechless.

What kind of brain-dead lackey did this Silly Author pair him with?

He was actually acting proud and showing off just because he ran fast and took fewer hits.

What, did he want me to praise him?! "If you keep smiling, I'm going to slap you across the face."

Wang Haoran really couldn't stand this brain-dead lackey's silly grin and reprimanded him.

"Boss, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll stop smiling." Fan Jian hurriedly admitted his mistake and added:

"Boss, don't worry, I'll definitely get our revenge. I don't believe that kid has three heads and six arms. Today, I'll call ten brothers!"

"Save it, it's useless." Wang Haoran shook his head.

They had already alerted the enemy, and the protagonist was now on guard. Plus, with the effect of the Protagonist Halo, sending more people over would just be sending punching bags to the protagonist.

To take a step back, even if the protagonist couldn't win, he would certainly escape with ease.

This was a complete waste of effort.

"Useless? Then Boss, should I call twenty?"

"Why do you have so much nonsense to say? I told you it's useless."

"How can that be? Then I'll call thirty."

"Why don't you just call your mom!" Wang Haoran couldn't help but blurt out a curse.

"Call my mom? Boss, that... that won't work. My mom has such a weak constitution, how could she fight?" Fan Jian said with a bitter face.

Wang Haoran rubbed his temples. What kind of brain-dead lackey was this?

After suppressing the urge to hit someone and calming his mood, he said:

"Don't ever do this kind of thing again."

"Ah, Boss, that kid is hitting on Sister-in-law. Who does he think he is? We really couldn't just stand by and watch," Fan Jian said.

"Let me ask you, am I more handsome, or is that kid more handsome?" Wang Haoran asked his lackey.

"Of course you are more handsome, Boss. That kid is nothing; at best, he just has regular features."

Fan Jian answered without hesitation. There was no flattery in this; it was simply a fact.

"Then, is my family background better, or is his?" Wang Haoran continued to ask.

"Boss, your family has tens of billions in assets, while that kid's family is average. There's absolutely no comparison."

"Then, are my grades better, or are his?"

"Boss, you're in the top ten of the school, a proper Top Student, while that kid is at the bottom, just a failure."

"So, isn't that it? With such great conditions, would I really lose to a bottom-feeding poor kid? Why do you need to meddle in other people's business?"

"Boss, I understand, I understand. It was our unnecessary meddling. Without your orders, we won't do anything extra."

"That kid isn't even worthy of being compared to you." Fan Jian finally saw the light.

Wang Haoran nodded, looking at this brain-dead lackey with an expression that suggested he was finally teachable.

Suddenly, a System Notification appeared in his mind.

Ding, guided lackey behavior, slightly altered the plot direction, gained 100 Villain Points.