Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 183: Resuming Studies at the Risk of Life

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Resuming Studies at the Risk of Life

Sang Ning was worried about disturbing Sang Chuan’s studies, so she kept her voice down during the livestream.

But what she didn’t expect was that as soon as she opened her bedroom door, she caught Sang Dog crouched by the door, eavesdropping.

When the door opened, Sang Chuan, caught off guard, stumbled inside.

After steadying himself, he awkwardly scratched his head to cover his embarrassment at being caught:

"Heh heh, sis, don’t take it the wrong way. As your little brother, I just wanted to check on your mental health."

"My mental health is perfectly fine, no need for your concern." Sang Ning shot Sang Chuan a sideways glance with a flat expression, "Don’t study too late tonight. Tomorrow morning, you need to report to school, so get some sleep and recharge your energy."

Sang Ning had stepped out of her bedroom only to remind Sang Chuan to go to bed early. After accomplishing her goal, she closed the door without hesitation.

After the door shut, Sang Chuan made a face at the door.

Bleh bleh bleh. His sister couldn’t possibly be split-personality, could she?

Just now, she was all cool and proper—so who was that person passionately roasting others earlier?

Ha, two-faced Sang "Tiger Mom" Ning—I’ve long seen through your tricks!

Sang Chuan continued making his silly faces with vigor, twisting his mouth so much that it seemed like it might fall off.

Suddenly, he remembered Sang Ning would be accompanying him to school tomorrow, and his smile vanished instantly.

Dropping his hands from his mouth, his body slumped as his spirit deflated.

He was doomed tomorrow!

Just as quickly, he straightened his spine again—maybe there was still hope!

With that thought, he dashed to the TV cabinet, rummaged through the drawers, and pulled out a pair of scissors.

Rushing to the bathroom, he stood before the mirror and began snipping away at his hair.

Finally, after trimming himself to a satisfactory buzz cut, Sang Chuan set down the scissors and revealed eight perfectly aligned teeth in a grin at the mirror—he looked adorably well-behaved.

If you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t even recognize him.

After staring at the reflection for a while, Sang Chuan suddenly pulled his grin back, his mouth drooping into a weary expression of gloom.

Propping his hands on the sink, he leaned closer to the mirror, sighed deeply, and muttered to himself:

"Hey, good-looking guy. Starting tomorrow, you’ll have to try being a good student. Don’t feel sad, don’t resist, or you’ll face the wrath of the tyrant Sang Ning. The rebellious Sang Chuan will mourn your spirit in advance."

*

The next morning.

Afraid of being recognized by fans on the way, Sang Ning had gone out of her way to disguise herself.

She chose the most ordinary outfit: a white T-shirt, jeans, a half-bun hairstyle, paired with a baseball cap, a face mask, and sunglasses.

Standing before the mirror, she made sure her face was completely covered before sighing in relief.

Just then, caught by the corner of her eye, she turned sharply to spot a figure reflected in the mirror behind her. Her expression shifted like she’d seen a ghost: "When did you cut your hair?"

Sang Chuan’s buzz cut plus his thick eyebrows and bright eyes gave off an air of heroic righteousness. Gone was the mischievous look—under his school uniform, he really resembled a sunny, model student.

Sang Chuan rubbed his nose awkwardly, deliberately avoiding Sang Ning’s gaze: "Ah, I cut it myself. A student should look like a student."

"Is that so?" Sang Ning was skeptical. Something about Sang Chuan seemed off, but she decided not to probe further.

Her regret came later, when they arrived at the school gates—because Sang Ning realized she didn’t fully understand Sang Chuan as well as she should’ve.

Unaware of her popularity at the school, Sang Ning had specifically picked a time when classes were in session to avoid commotion while accompanying Sang Chuan for his re-enrollment.

Easy-going at first, she didn’t sense any danger until they stepped inside the guardroom—where the security guard suddenly swung a broom that caught her completely off guard.

"You little punk! How dare you come back to school! Don’t think cutting your hair means I won’t recognize you. Even if you were ground to ashes and scattered into the ocean, I’d fish you right out!"

Without another word, the old man charged forward with the broom. Sang Chuan scrambled to escape, and the room erupted with a cacophony of sharp squealing noises, like someone aggressively squeezing a rubber chicken.

Shocked, Sang Ning raised her hands to signal for calm: "Grandpa, I’m Sang Chuan’s sister. Whatever grudge or gripes you have with him, let’s talk it out—I’ll make sure justice is served!"

After pausing for a second, the old man glanced Sang Ning up and down before lifting the broom again: "Look at you, all dressed up sneaky-like. You don’t look like anything good!"

Sang Ning: "..."

But this time, the broom mercilessly swept toward Sang Ning as the old man cursed: "I don’t care if you’re his sister or his ancestor—you both better scram, scram, scram! Don’t mess around while the students are in class!"

Sang Ning nimbly dodged the broom’s strikes, bouncing around like a child playing jump rope.

Even while dodging, she managed to pull down her mask for a second and flashed a big, innocent smile: "Grandpa, do I look like a bad person to you with this face?"

Sang Chuan watched his sister’s face remain flawlessly composed, filled only with sincerity despite being in constant motion to avoid the blows. He couldn’t help but clap for her. Truly a star—her expression management was terrifyingly impressive!

The old man stopped swinging for a moment, squinting to study Sang Ning more closely.

When Sang Ning thought she might have a chance, the broom came down again, striking harder than before: "A little girl looking this good, and yet you’re fooling around with scum like Sang Chuan? Aren’t you afraid he’ll lead you astray? I’m going to discipline you today on behalf of your family!"

This time, no matter what Sang Ning said, it was useless. The old man seemed to have shut his ears, her pleas bouncing off him like they didn’t exist.

The old man had clearly reached his boiling point; Sang Ning quickly anticipated two outcomes.

One: The furious old man would commit a crime of passion and beat them to death.

Two: The old man’s blood pressure would spike and kill himself.

Neither option was ideal, so she opted for the best of thirty-six strategies—grab Sang Chuan and run.

Even after fleeing the guardroom, the old man persisted, chasing them all the way to the school’s back sports field.

Dragging Sang Chuan, Sang Ning dove into a small bush, squatting down and staying perfectly still.

After poking through the bushes a few times with his broom and finding nothing, the old man finally slung it over his shoulder and strolled leisurely back to the guardroom.

It was only after the old man had left that Sang Ning dared to stand up. Pulling twigs and leaves out of her hair, she coldly glared at Sang Chuan: "What the hell did you do to piss him off so much?!"

"Nothing much." Sang Chuan swallowed nervously. "Just, uh... Cut his hair while he was napping in the guardroom..."

Sang Ning’s gaze grew even icier, prompting Sang Chuan to instinctively take a step back.

"And... accidentally knocked over his prized orchid..."

"And... while playing with fire, I accidentally burned a hole in his pants..."

Sang Chuan’s voice grew softer with each word, as he retreated further and further away from Sang Ning.

Feeling the murderous aura coming off Sang Ning, he quickly added a clarification: "I swear, it only burned his pants, not his skin! I was quick enough to put it out!"

But Sang Ning wasn’t listening anymore. Her face twisted menacingly, and she lunged at Sang Chuan: "I’m going to kill you!"