Grandmaster-Level Calligraphy and Painting Replication Skill

"Excuse me, interrupting for a second." Wang Haoran turned to Xin Liangcai with a smirk.

"Teacher Xin, it's obvious Teacher Song isn't interested in you. Why embarrass yourself like this?"

"Wang Haoran, this is a matter between teachers. It has nothing to do with you, does it?" Xin Liangcai was annoyed at having his advances interrupted but didn't dare lash out.

"Guess talking nicely won't work with you, huh?"

Without hesitation, Wang Haoran strode forward, snatched the bouquet from Xin Liangcai's hands, and tossed it straight into the trash.

"If you dare harass Teacher Song again, I won't just make sure you're kicked out of this school—I'll have your legs broken too."

"Now **get lost**."

His words were cold, domineering, and left no room for argument.

As a teacher, being threatened by a student should have infuriated Xin Liangcai. Yet, he didn't dare utter a single word in defiance. Instead, he slunk away like a beaten dog.

He was just a P.E. teacher with no connections.

Wang Haoran's family had wealth and influence. Crushing a nobody like Xin Liangcai would be laughably easy.

How could Xin Liangcai possibly dare to retaliate?

**[Ding! Host has dealt with a minor tool character meant to facilitate the protagonist's romance plot, altering the original storyline. Reward: 100 Villain Points.]**

Hearing the system notification, Wang Haoran wasn't impressed.

*Only 100 Villain Points?*

*Are minor characters really that worthless?*

*And why didn't Song Zhenyu's favorability increase after I helped her get rid of that nuisance?*

*Is she just hard to win over, or is the teacher-student dynamic a barrier?*

*Or maybe… my threats scared her too?*

*Did she mistake me for a real villain?*

For now, Wang Haoran couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, so he shelved the thought.

One thing was certain, though—Xin Liangcai wouldn't dare pursue Song Zhenyu anymore.

Wang Haoran couldn't help but smirk.

*Being the villain has its perks. A few harsh words, and the guy folded instantly.*

*If this were the protagonist's doing, Xin Liangcai would've just backed off temporarily before doubling down later.*

*But when **I** handle things? It's a permanent solution.*

Song Zhenyu stood frozen for a long moment before snapping back to reality.

Xin Liangcai had been harassing her for ages. She'd made it clear she wasn't interested, but he kept pestering her after work. Today, he'd even had the audacity to corner her in the office.

But after Wang Haoran's little "performance," Xin Liangcai would probably never dare approach her again.

"Wang Haoran… thank you so much," Song Zhenyu said gratefully.

"No need. I'm a man—protecting women is just what I do," Wang Haoran replied with a grin.

"What 'man'? You're just a kid," Song Zhenyu chuckled, covering her mouth with a playful, almost motherly tone.

"I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen," Wang Haoran countered, raising an eyebrow.

Song Zhenyu paused, her gaze lingering on him.

The boy in front of her was undeniably handsome—especially his eyes.

There was a depth to them, a maturity that didn't match his age.

*Hypnotic, even.*

She stared for a few seconds too long before catching herself and quickly looking away.

*What am I doing? I'm his teacher!*

Clearing her throat to mask her embarrassment, she forced a light tone.

"Alright, alright. You're not a kid—you're a 'man.' Happy now?"

She studied him curiously. "But seriously, the way you spoke to Teacher Xin earlier… even **I** was startled."

Wang Haoran had always struck her as the model student.

"Teacher Song, I'm just a student. Do you really think I'd hire thugs to break someone's legs? I was just bluffing," Wang Haoran said innocently.

Song Zhenyu relaxed. "Good."

She preferred her students to stay well-behaved.

"Still, Teacher Xin looked at you like he wasn't ready to give up. He'll probably keep bothering you—maybe even ambush you on your way home one night. And if he gets desperate…" Wang Haoran let the implication hang.

Song Zhenyu paled.

Xin Liangcai **had** harassed her on her way home before.

Wang Haoran's warning wasn't unfounded.

"Don't worry, Teacher Song. I'll walk you home after evening classes from now on!" Wang Haoran declared, thumping his chest.

"Ah… alright."

Letting a student escort her wasn't proper, but the thought of facing Xin Liangcai alone terrified her.

Song Zhenyu had a reputation for being strict—slamming desks, raising her voice—but it was all an act to keep her students in line.

In truth? She was gentle to the core.

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### **Later, in the Classroom**

Wang Haoran strolled back to his seat, flipping open a textbook lazily.

Outwardly, he looked like he was studying.

In reality? He was browsing the **System Shop**.

With **900 Villain Points** saved up, it was time for a spin on the **lottery wheel**.

As the virtual wheel spun, he held his breath.

A few seconds later—

**[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You've hit the jackpot, obtaining the **Grandmaster-Level Calligraphy and Painting Replication Skill** (valued at 1000 Villain Points). Use immediately?]**

"Grandmaster-Level… what?"

Wang Haoran blinked, then mentally confirmed, **"Use."**

A jolt of electricity surged through him, vanishing as quickly as it came.

New knowledge flooded his mind—along with muscle memory in his hands.

*This must be the skill's effect.*

Now, he could replicate **any** calligraphy or painting with **99% accuracy**.

*Selling forged masterpieces for cash?*

The idea flashed through his mind.

Antique artworks were worth fortunes. With this skill, he could make millions overnight.

But then again… he **already** had money.

Besides, a 99% match was still a fake. There'd always be a risk.

*Is this skill… useless?*

*I need something to counter the protagonist!*

Just as he was about to dismiss it, another thought struck him.

This skill wasn't limited to famous artworks.

*He could forge **handwriting** too.*

At **99% accuracy**, it'd be indistinguishable from the real thing.

*Now **that** could come in handy…*

As he pondered the possibilities, he checked his updated stats:

**[Host: Wang Haoran]**

**[Combat Power: 89]**

**[Charm: 268]**

**[Villain Aura: 179]**

**[Villain Points: 400]**

**[Skills: Grandmaster-Level Calligraphy and Painting Replication Skill]**

Finally, the **"Skills"** column wasn't empty anymore.

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### **Meanwhile, with Chu Bai…**

After repaying Chen Zishi's 1,000 yuan with his contest winnings, Chu Bai's relationship with his chubby deskmate had thawed—slightly.

"Hey, fatso, we cool now?" Chu Bai nudged Chen Zishi.

Chen Zishi gave him a sidelong glance but stayed silent.

Their earlier argument had ended with Chu Bai shoving him into a wall—his shoulder still ached.

If not for Chu Bai's prior disciplinary record, Chen Zishi was sure he'd have gotten beaten up instead.

Chu Bai had a reputation for brawling with street thugs.

Chen Zishi knew he stood no chance in a fight.

Seeing his friend's cold shoulder, Chu Bai's mood soured.

*I apologized. Why's he still hung up over a girl?*

*Whatever. His loss.*

His gaze drifted to Xu Muyan's slender figure a few rows ahead.

*Even her back view is stunning.*

The itch to get closer was unbearable.

Time for a "study question" excuse.

He'd swap seats with Wen Jing—Xu Muyan's deskmate—to sit beside the school beauty.

Patting Chen Zishi's shoulder, he muttered,

"I'll switch with Wen Jing. She can sit here—gives you a chance with her."