MTL - Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities - Chapter 1209 He wants to work

Ever since Su Tian had transmigrated, she received a “Villain Bosses Mentoring System” that could automatically identify villainous bosses IN THE MAKING.

As for her missions, they were a little more complicated. For example:

Stopping the boy in her class from deviating onto the path of becoming a villain;

Turn the boy who was going to create a global financial crisis into Jack Ma of the new world;

Talk the strange girl working at the toy shop out of her spending habit, because she will be the cause of hyperinflation!

And the boy from the countryside that she ran into, please give up on developing bioweapons! Why don’t you focus on the Nobel Prize instead?

Just when Su Tian thought all the little villains were growing straight up into upstanding people under her “education of love”, the small villains brought about a big villain…

The young man has slender arms and legs and he cornered her into the restroom. He looked deeply into her eyes said, “I also need …”

Su Tian shuddered, “What… what do you need?”

“The education of love,” said the young man meaningfully!

Ten minute later, Su Tian… was educated.

System: This system is only responsible for identifying villains IN THE WORK. Matured villain are outside of its parameters.

A man was transported to Ancient China and eventually became a servant of a declining household without a male heir. He utilized his wits and modern knowledge to help the household and eventually become trapped in the sea of political turmoils of the period.

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The Main Character, Watari Karito, is a veteran player of a Military Shooting VRMMORPG.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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