My dad is a crazed villain, and my mom is a depressed damsel in distress. Just as my dad was about to commit a crime, I shoved a morals and ethics test paper into his hand. "Teacher says I need to get full marks on this to get a gold star." But my grades are notoriously terrible. He had no choice but to painstakingly fill it out for me. Just as my mom was about to pull out a fruit knife to hurt herself, I shoved an apple into her hand. "Mom, I want to eat peeled apple slices on a stick." My mom quickly carved the apple into little bunny shapes. A barrage of comments flashed across my vision. [What happened to them being the foil to the heroic couple? How did they secretly become model citizens?] [These villain parents are really tough to handle, poor cannon fodder side character.] [Did the side character poke the villain's nest? How did she become the family favorite?] Me: Who are you calling a brainless flower vase? 1. The villain couple came to the orphanage to adopt a child. I was playing in the mud in the yard. I looked up and saw a string of comments flash by: [The villain couple is coming to take the heroine away, starting her tragic childhood and leaving lifelong psychological scars.] [Even though the villain couple has lots of money, the heroine needs lots of love!] [The brainless side character is still foolishly playing in the mud, enjoying her happy childhood. My heart aches for the heroine!] I was stunned, looking at the patches on my clothes and feeling my empty pocket, which only contained a candy wrapper. The orphanage director walked over with a smile, wiping the mud from my hands. "Today, a kind couple is coming to adopt either you or Nancy." I was confused. "Director Mom, what's a villain?" I hadn't learned my phonics well and pronounced "villain" as "vile-win." The director thought for a moment. "It means turning defeat into victory, the winning side." My eyes lit up. Winners are strong! I, Sue, love being with strong people. I don't want lots of love; I want lots of money. I looked up to see a handsome man and a beautiful woman walking towards us. I hopped three times and hugged the man's leg. "Adopt me, I'm super well-behaved." As the second prettiest kid in the orphanage, I disdained using such tactics. I saw Nancy deliberately hiding in the corner, trying to make herself invisible. It seemed she didn't want to be adopted. The comments went crazy: "Why is this different from the plot? What is the side character doing messing things up?" "A crazed villain dad and a depressed damsel mom. Wait until the side character gets home and finds one holding a knife and the other holding a knife too. Then she'll see the power of the villain couple!" "Boohoo, our heroine can finally escape her annoying villain foster parents and grow up safely." My new mom patted my head, her smile gentle but unable to hide the fatigue on her face. I hugged and kissed her, calling out, "Mom, why are you hurt?" Her back stiffened, and she hugged me back even tighter, wet tears soaking my shoulder. Oh, I forgot. My depressed mom cries easily. My villain dad lifted me by my overalls and tossed me into the back seat of their car. The child seat was soft and comfortable. I laid down and fell asleep. Villain couples are great. I get to eat my fill, have a bed to sleep in, and wear new clothes. 2. The next day, I noticed something was wrong. Loud arguments and the sound of things smashing came from my villain dad's study. Thumping sounds came from my mom's room, and the smell of blood seeped through the crack in the door. The comments started acting up again: "Now the side character's heart is dead. A dad with a volatile temper who loses control whenever he encounters the heroic couple, and a mom whose depression is triggered by changes in the weather." "Hehehe, I kinda feel sorry for the side character." Mom and Dad have a child inside them too, and just like Sue, they need love and care. Bad comments! You don't understand anything. I knocked on my mom's door, holding a roll of gauze in one hand and an apple in the other. "Mom, I want to eat an apple, peeled." My mom's pale face softened. In no time, she carved out a little bunny apple. I ate with relish, and she gradually smiled. "Sue, what do you want for lunch today?" I listed the dishes directly: "Sweet and sour pork, shredded chicken, spare ribs, spicy fish..." My mom focused entirely on recording my order. "Give me two hours." My mom tore open the gauze, wrapped it casually to stop the bleeding, and turned to the kitchen. Then I went to knock on my dad's door. Anger still lingered on his face, and documents lay shredded on the floor. According to the comments, he would neglect the company due to his long-term conflict with the heroic couple, leading to the bankruptcy of the Sue Group. From then on, the villain family would live in poverty. I shook my head. I would never let that happen. I pulled out my civics test paper with a score of 6 and looked at him innocently. "Dad, the teacher needs a parent's signature." My dad glanced at it dismissively. "Is it graded out of ten?" I was confused. "It's out of 100." My dad's eyes widened instantly. "Your dad was first in the whole school back then, breezing through everything. You're telling me you got a 6 in civics? Even stomping on the paper would get a higher score than that." Frowning, he signed his name anyway. I stared at him with puppy eyes. "Dad, if I get over 90, I get a gold star." My dad saw right through my pitiful expression and sighed. "I'll make you a hundred gold stars, okay?" I refused. And persisted. My dad sighed again. "Give me the book." I placed the brand-new civics textbook in his hand. Sure enough, they both got busy. My mom, known as a kitchen disaster, signed up for five cooking classes, striving to master Sichuan, Shandong, Hunan, Cantonese cuisines, and desserts in a short time. My dad, on the verge of criminality, dedicated himself to mastering civics knowledge from elementary to undergraduate level in a short time. I watched their busy figures. And smiled with relief. It's good that everyone is busy. 3. Beneath the happy family facade lay deep undercurrents. My dad dressed himself up dashingly, very intimidating. My mom dressed like a princess, and I looked like a little princess beside her. We walked in hand in hand. Whispers erupted. I could feel my mom's grip on my hand tighten; she always disliked such occasions. The villain couple's marriage was a business arrangement. My dad couldn't get his first love, so he married to facilitate things. My mom loved her childhood friend for years but lost to his love at first sight, leaving heartbroken. Usually, they kept up appearances well enough. But this time, they ran into the protagonist couple. The comments went wild: "As foils to the protagonist couple, I can't imagine how big a joke the villain couple will make at the banquet." "Villains are just bad, always up to no good." "Wait for it, the crazed villain is going to pull out knockout powder from his suit pocket. Truly evil to the core." I eyed my dad. His eyes were red, his left hand pressed against his suit, his right hand holding a cocktail, drinking with deep resentment. My heart skipped a beat. I absolutely could not let anything happen to Mom and Dad! I let go of my mom's hand and nimbly wove through the crowd. I tugged at my dad's sleeve and secretly pulled out the packet of powder. It was really there! Just as I was trying to avoid others and dump it in the trash. Suddenly, someone bumped into me. My hand shook, and the powder spilled into the drinks on a waiter's tray. "You?" A boy about my age, with an indifferent expression, looked at me curiously. I covered his mouth, telling him to pretend he didn't see anything. I stuffed a handful of candy into his hand as a bribe. My heart ached; that was candy I had saved for a long time. Before I could pretend to spill the drink. My dad spotted me, picked me up, took the drink, and downed it. "My daughter loves me, bringing me a drink personally." I felt incredibly guilty. I ran to the other side and told my mom, "Dad is drunk and needs to go back to the room to rest." "Don't run around. I'll take him to the room and come find you," my mom instructed. I sat obediently on the stool. I noticed the boy from earlier being surrounded by two or three kids. It seemed he was being bullied. I rolled up my princess dress. As the top boss of the orphanage, I wouldn't let any kid be bullied in front of me. I marched towards them aggressively. As soon as I reached them, the kids wailed and ran away crying. Me? Do I look that scary? I touched my cheek. It was soft. I'm clearly cute. I poked the boy's face. He frowned slightly. "Zack." I was delighted and introduced myself. "I'm Sue, I'm eight, I can sing and dance, my mom and dad..." Before I could continue, Zack lowered his eyes, looking unhappy. He spat out one word: "Sleepy." As a helpful kid, of course I would accompany him to the end. I skipped along with him to his room. He signaled me with his eyes several times. I reluctantly agreed. "Boys and girls are different. I shouldn't sleep with you, but if you can't bear to part with me, I can reluctantly agree." Then, ignoring his panicked look, I hugged him and fell asleep peacefully, just like hugging my teddy bear. Just as I was drifting off, a few sentences flashed through my mind. What did Mom tell me to do again? Forget it, brain shutdown. At this time, the comments became active again. "The stupid side character is always provoking the villain. Look at the one beside her who hasn't grown up yet; he's practically a villain in training!" "Let's feel sorry for the protagonist couple. Nothing good happens when they meet the villain." "However, the powder was taken by the villain himself. Will the original plot still happen?" "In the original plot, tomorrow is when the villain's reputation is ruined. Forcing himself on someone else's wife sent him straight to jail." The next day, I rubbed my eyes, recalling the comments from yesterday. Disaster. I ran to my dad's room without even putting on shoes. A group of people surrounded the room, holding cameras and flashes, eager to record the villain's scandal. At the front, the male lead, eyebrows knit with anger, banged on the door. The person inside took a long time to open. 4. A crowd of eyes stared straight as my dad came out disheveled. Behind him, a head popped out. It was my shy mom. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then tensed up again. "What are you doing here while I'm with my wife?" My dad's words were laced with threat, and seeing the situation turn unfavorable, the reporters fled quickly. The male lead glanced warily into the room. My mom twisted my ear, asking worriedly, "Where did you run off to?" I rolled my eyes. "I went to help the weak. He was so pitiful, and I'm so kind." Neither of them believed me, but seeing I wasn't hurt or wronged, they let it go. They hurriedly took me away from this troublesome place. [The villain couple didn't fall out; instead, their feelings deepened. What's happening?] [The cannon fodder side character has some tricks, but not many.] [Villains should be stepping stones. They just got lucky this time.] [Given how much the villains adore the protagonists, they'll crash and burn sooner or later.] My little hands clenched tight. They aren't some evil villains; they are my best mom and dad. My parents insisted on sending me to a private school. Despite using all my strength and tricks. It couldn't beat my dad's casual remark: "I can't do it anymore. Let the teachers tutor you." To make a villain who prides himself on his intellect say such a thing, in a way, I am a talent. Although the private school had good food, gentle teachers, and regular holidays. But! But the male and female leads were in the private school. Wasn't I just going over to be cannon fodder? I tugged at my dad's pant leg, acting spoiled. It didn't soften his heart. I turned to my mom, who only handed me a box of cookies, telling me to share them with my classmates. Sure enough, once my dad decided something, there was no going back. I only prayed not to be in the same class as the protagonists. Unexpectedly, my dad waved his hand. Donated two buildings. And sent me into the elite class. Thanks, Dad. Really not necessary. So there I was, holding the cookie box, staring at the little male and female leads below the podium. [Finally, the moment of truth!] [The side character is about to cause trouble again. According to the book, she shares cookies with the protagonists, but the heroine is allergic to wheat, causing the hero to hate the side character forever.] [Cannon fodder side characters are just catalysts for the protagonists' love.] I was so angry I wanted to smash the cookie box on their heads. The teacher asked me to choose a seat. I abandoned the spot that would have led me between the protagonists and sat next to the boy sleeping by the window. He propped up his head impatiently and glanced at me. Clang. The cookie box landed on his desk. "For you." I looked at him with a miserable face. He frowned. "Are you giving me a gift or sending me off?" He smiled instead of getting angry. "Does the side character have some kind of villain magnet?" "Pinpointing the villain out of dozens of people." His name was written on the roster—Zack. Sounded familiar. I became the villain's most loyal ally. The villain ate cookies, I wiped his mouth; The villain napped, I fanned him; The villain went to the bathroom, I tried to pull down his pants. He held down my paw. "That's not necessary. Get out." Kind of a pity. After a busy day, I finally sent the villain to the school infirmary. I followed Zack nervously, but he was calm. The doctor scolded him for eating so many cookies when he was allergic to wheat. He had two IV bags to go through. I apologized to Zack sadly. He didn't mind. "I liked the gift you gave me." Then, very quietly, he said, "It's the first time I've received a gift." I didn't hear clearly. But the comments said it for him. "Is the little villain this cute when he says one thing but means another? I want to switch sides." "Does the little villain really like the heroine Nancy? It looks like his interaction with the side character Sue is more interesting." "Breaking up a CP is the most hateful thing!" The comments were noisy. If I can save the villain from the sea of love. I only feel relieved.
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