Am I Surrounded by Villains?

I, Qi Ning, am a model socialist youth raised under the red flag. I love standing up for what is right and helping others in my everyday life. One day, I transmigrated to a parallel world. Unfortunately, I had no memories of my predecessor, and soon discovered that all my friends seemed to have villain templates.

Villain No. 1: Beautiful, ruthless, and bad-tempered, she is the heir apparent to a tycoon family. She loves making people go bankrupt and wiping them out at the slightest provocation.

Villain No. 2: A madman disguised as a doctor. He seems gentle and refined on the surface, but is completely insane underneath. He works as a battlefield doctor. Guess why he likes going to the front lines?

Villain No. 3: A smiling fox, seemingly harmless but full of schemes. He is a master of stabbing people in the back and playing political games.

Villain No. 4: Uh... Does being born into a villainous background count as being a villain? Other than his excessively broad love for girls, I haven't found any major threat so far.

The mastermind: My brother...

Now all these villains want to be the best of friends with me. Tell me, should I be scared?

They even lied and told me I have intermittent amnesia and urgently need treatment. Ha! Do you think I'd believe them? Nice try. They never guessed that I transmigrated!

Villains' perspectives:

Chen Yizhi: I have a friend with intermittent amnesia. Every time he loses his memory, his do-gooder tendencies get worse. So I'm offering a huge reward for a treatment plan!

Zhao Jingyuan: Pretending? It's just a matter of having two sides. Are you sure you want to see what I'm like when I stop pretending? Also, I can guarantee with my medical knowledge that amnesia really is an illness!

Shen Shili: You ask what I think? My daily routine: calm down my hot-tempered friend A, comfort my emotionally fragile friend B, make peace between friends A and B when they fall out, then repeat steps one, two, and three. What do you think I think?!

Wang Lingqi: I knew that falling in love could make you lose your memory, but I never thought making friends could do that too. Why does making a friend feel even more exhausting than falling in love? Who has it worse than me...

[Reading Guide: No CP, all relationships between the main and supporting characters are purely platonic]

Theme: Uphold socialist core values