Superstars of Tomorrow - Chapter 2: Black Street

[He is the villain in the house fighting essay, the roadblock in the spoiled essay, and the negative teaching material in the imperial examination essay]
His father joined the army and was named a marquis, but Mrs. Hou is not his mother, what should I do?
The stepmother seems to be transmigrating, gentle and virtuous, but in fact she wants to nurture him, what should I do?
The grandmother is snobby and wants him to give up the position of the eldest son. What should I do?
When preparing for the imperial examination, the relatives make trouble and want him to fail the examination. What should I do?
——The above answers are all in the “Complete Explanation of the Reverse Textbooks of the Imperial Examination”. This book covers family disputes, difficulties in the imperial examination, troubles in the officialdom, and the rules of power and ministers. I have a book in hand, I have the scientific test, and the teaching will not give a full refund!

Later, when the Xungui family taught their children to study, they would always take Xiao Jingduo as an example: “Study well, don’t go astray. Don’t imitate him, you won’t disgrace the words of the sages.”
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People in the world have mixed evaluations of Xiao Jingduo, and what he is most criticized for is that he has no literati spirit, and is willing to be the sword of the regent princess and work for the princess.
Until later, Xiao Jingduo married the princess regent.
Courtier: …………No wonder!

This article is also known as “The Revenge of the Original Spouse”

- Description from novelbuddy

I transmigrated into a novel that I was reading.“But of all people, why did it have to be Kamon Vade?!”The problem here is this: the character I transmigrated as was a third-rate villain who appeared at the beginning of the original story, but after he had been accused of attacking the imperial princess, he disappeared and left the stage.“Haah, fine. The novel never said that I died anyway. So, I just need to somehow hold out and endure in the academy, right?”But…Maybe because I refused to exit the novel, ‘death’ keeps following me around.‘Motherfxxxer, this is like the fantasy novel version of Final Destination!’Damn it, I have to survive somehow.And I will! No matter what!

Damien never asked for this life.Confined to a hospital bed, chained by a body that betrayed him, he spent his days battling the cruel joke that was fate. But when a single video game shattered his last shred of patience, he found himself facing something even worse—his own reflection, cast into a story that should have never been his.“Fucking NTR game!” He said as he threw the console.In the game, the player was nothing but a tragic figure. A weak, spineless fool, doomed to be discarded. A character whose sole purpose was to be broken.But was that really all he was?Thrown into a world that scorned him, Damien refuses to play by the script. If fate had already written his downfall, then he would carve his own path—one of defiance, of rage, of survival.Watch as Damien, a man who once had nothing left to lose, fights to take control of a story that was never meant to be his.Because in a world that demands he stay weak—he will either shatter expectations… or burn everything down with him.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.