"No way! If you call me that, what happens to my dignity as a teacher?" Song Zhenyu refused immediately.
Wang Haoran put on a disappointed look. "I'll still call you 'Teacher Song' in front of others. Can't I use 'sister' privately?"
Song Zhenyu hesitated, then relented. "Fine."
Having a "sibling" label made their after-class interactions feel less inappropriate. Plus, this "little brother" was handsome, capable, and chased away her annoying suitors—why not indulge him?
"Then it's settled—*Zhenyu-jie*."
**[Ding! Host has established a social bond with female lead Song Zhenyu, altering the plot. Reward: 200 Villain Points. Chu Bai's Protagonist Aura -10. Host's Villain Aura +10.]**
*Even more rewards?* Wang Haoran smiled.
After some casual chat, he left. At 11 PM, overstaying would raise suspicions.
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### **The Wang Family Villa**
A portly middle-aged man lounged in the living room. His features resembled Wang Haoran's, though softened by years of indulgence.
Wang Xiang—his "father."
*Please don't let me end up like this.* Wang Haoran eyed the man's beer gut with dread.
"My boy! You're back!" Wang Xiang engulfed him in a bear hug.
Wang Haoran stiffened, unable to force out the word "Dad."
"Did you visit a hotel yesterday?" Wang Xiang's tone turned stern.
*That damn driver talked.* "Yeah. With a girl. Got a problem?" Wang Haoran braced for a scolding.
Instead, Wang Xiang beamed. "That's my son!"
"At your age, I'd already gotten your mom pregnant! We thought something was *wrong* with you!" He clapped Wang Haoran's shoulder proudly. "Your mother and I were about to take you to a doctor!"
Before Wang Haoran could react, a black VIP card was shoved into his hand. "No more booking rooms in advance."
Then came a platinum card. "Five million spending money. Need more? Call me—or your mom if I'm busy."
He immediately dialed his wife, bragging about their son's "accomplishment."
Wang Haoran stared at the cards.
*Typical villain family—rewarding bad behavior.*
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### **Midnight Scheming**
Back in his room, Wang Haoran ignored the late hour. He studied Xu Muyan's essay notebook, mastering her handwriting until his replication was flawless.
His phone buzzed with messages from Wen Jing:
*"Are you home?"*
*"I can't sleep... I miss you."*
*"Did I annoy you? I'll stop..."*
The desperation was palpable.
Wang Haoran typed coldly: *"Tomorrow, during first study hall—"*
His plan advanced.