My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

In a rented room in Shenzhen, China, a young man with thick hair that covered his eyes was intently watching the computer screen in front of him.

He had an open bag of potato chips and a bottle of soda next to him, but he hardly ever ate them.

On the computer screen was a new anime series, "The Villainess Chris," which he hadn't had time to watch before.

Villainous heiresses are the kind of antagonists specifically created for plot development in classic otome games. They generally have the following key characteristics: born into a wealthy family, with a wicked personality, bullying the heroine, and admiring the male lead (usually with an engagement). These villainous heiresses diligently highlight the heroine's beauty and kindness, only to have their true evil nature exposed in public at the climax of the story, then be dumped by the prince, and ultimately leave the stage in sorrow.

But at some point, another genre emerged featuring a villainous heiress as the protagonist, and various endearing traits unique to villainous heiresses gradually became popular.

This anime, "The Villainess Chris," is adapted from a light novel. He'd heard the reviews were pretty good, and after being strongly recommended it by a friend two weeks prior, he decided to pick it up and watch it.

It just so happens that the series will be finished tonight, which is great! It also saves us from the pain of watching each episode one by one. This is what they call being lucky enough to arrive at the right time.

"You absolutely have to watch this! It's incredibly addictive; I watched nine episodes in a row and couldn't stop!"

That's what my friend said back then.

Actually, he hasn't watched any anime for a long time because the recent new works haven't been very interesting.

Driven by a tiny bit of curiosity, he clicked on the first episode.

then……

Really fragrant!

He watched the last episode in one go, and didn't even have time to eat dinner.

Suddenly, seeing something, he slammed his fist on the table in extreme anger, stood up, and roared:

"Damn it! Give me back the dual-female lead storyline!"

But he accidentally knocked over the soda he was holding, and the black liquid spilled all over the computer desk, flowing rapidly towards the power strip hanging on the side of the desk.

"Holy crap, no way—"

It was as if he had been hit hard on the head; everything went black before his eyes, and he lost consciousness.

……

He woke up after an unknown amount of time.

My head is spinning, and my vision is still blurry.

The moment he regained consciousness, only one thought crossed his mind: "I'm still alive?"

"Young Master Wayne? Young Master Wayne, it's time for your morning exercise. Please get out of your comfortable bed."

The voice that came to his ears was a very gentle female voice. He swore it was not English, given his English level of just passing the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4). But strangely, he was able to understand the meaning of it completely.

Wayne... young master?

What kind of title is this? I've never been called that before, not even as a child.

There seems to be a strange sense of déjà vu.

Also, emphasizing a comfortable bed is unnecessary, thank you.

The scene before them gradually solidified, and a young woman dressed in a black and white maid outfit came into view. She was about twenty years old, with typical European features and a few barely noticeable freckles on her face.

"Young Master Wayne, you're awake." The maid bowed slightly, then raised her head, her tone becoming stern: "Why didn't you train as scheduled today? The swordsmanship instructor is already waiting in the backyard."

What?

Is something wrong?

The boy on the bed, referred to as "Young Master Wayne," looked completely bewildered.

Seeing that he was still lost in thought, the maid seemed to remember something and stopped being so harsh, but still sounded somewhat stiff: "Young Master Wayne, are you not feeling well today? Please allow me to check on your health."

Before he could react, the maid took his hand.

I didn't have any romantic thoughts about how soft a girl's hands feel. The maid's hands were as cold and hard as her personality. Calluses from frequent labor remained on her fingertips, and the experience of touching her skin wasn't very comfortable.

A faint green light flashed by, and the maid's expression relaxed.

You have a cold.

She came to this conclusion.

"You also have a fever, so today's schedule has to be canceled. I will inform Lady Ashville of your discomfort, and Chief Physician Eric will come to give you a thorough examination shortly."

The maid tucked Wayne's hand back under the covers.

"Well then, I'll take my leave now."

She stood up, lowered her head, took several steps back, and then turned and left.

Wayne watched her leave, seeing her open the magnificent door to the room and then gently close it.

This is definitely not my room.

He took his hand out from under the covers.

"This is definitely not my hand."

It was a whole size smaller than his original size.

So, it's time travel, right? It must be time travel...

He became excited.

"I never thought I'd have such an experience. I guess this is what they mean by 'the protagonist'."

Sitting up in bed, Wayne looked around the room and nodded in satisfaction.

The exquisite and luxurious carpets, the genuine leather furniture everywhere, the Western-style decor—the furnishings are quite remarkable. They seem to be a wealthy family; at least in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, they have no problems. Very good indeed.

Wayne touched his forehead with the back of his hand; it was very hot, indicating that he was indeed sick.

However, I still feel a little uneasy. That maid from earlier... seemed a bit unfriendly. Was it just my imagination?

The family doctor finally arrived much later, and Wayne was almost asleep while waiting.

But when the doctor sat down next to him, he immediately forced himself to stay alert; this was a golden opportunity to gather intelligence.

"Cough cough..." Wayne coughed twice on purpose, pretending to be very weak, and said, "I...I don't feel well, my head hurts."

As soon as he spoke, Wayne was startled by how hoarse his voice was.

What? There's no need to pretend at all.

The family doctor held a strangely shaped wooden instrument in his hand, pointed the tip at Wayne, and the transparent bead on top began to glow.

"What's this? Dynamic light waves?"

Wayne stared at the beam of light in astonishment.

……

Eric von is the Wincher family’s chief physician.

He was originally a descendant of nobles from a remote area. When he was young, his family fell into decline, so he went to the capital alone to seek opportunities. Fortunately, he gained the appreciation of a big figure in the capital - the powerful Duke Elliott. Since then, he has stayed and served the Winchester family.

However, this was his first time meeting Wayne.

Previously, rumors had been circulating in the capital that Lord Elliot wanted to adopt a son, and even he had heard about it.

There are even rumors that this adopted son is exceptionally handsome, bearing a striking resemblance to Lord Elliott in his youth, and is actually Lord Elliott's illegitimate son who was left behind.

Having received substantial financial support from the Wincher family each year, Eric had no right to interfere in the affairs of his master's household. However, he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He thought he was lucky enough to have secured a prestigious position so soon after arriving in the capital, but he was nowhere near as fortunate as this child before him!

Thinking this, he took a look at the person involved in this sensational rumor.

Her face was somewhat pale, with very obvious dark circles under her eyes, and although her hair was thick and shiny, it was messy like a bird's nest.

It looks like he didn't get a good night's rest, but that can't hide the boy's striking good looks.

He had rosy lips and white teeth, exquisite eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and distinct features. It was as if just standing there, he would naturally make people wonder, could this be a child favored by heaven?

His eyes were clear as he looked curiously at the instrument in his hand.

Eric assumed he was interested in the device in his hand, so he gave it a slight shake and explained, "This is the latest enhanced health monitor, improved by Professor Conley of Qingxi Academy. It can display your body's various values ​​with the highest efficiency and the least energy consumption, making it very convenient."

[Latest Enhanced Health Detector]

Just hearing the name, Wayne almost mistook it for browsing an e-commerce platform.