Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang was entangled.

Qu Anran seemed to want to ease the relationship between the two, and she would persistently come to talk to Zhang Chunliang after every class.

"Actually, I can help you with your homework." He carefully lay on the corner of Zhang Chunliang's desk, staring at his test paper eagerly.

"Thank you, but that's not necessary." Zhang Chunliang politely declined. "If I remember correctly, you scored 175 points in this weekly test."

"But you got 0 points." Qu Anran's eyes were full of desire, trying to persuade him, "I think I can give it a try. I had very good grades in junior high school."

"Really? Then why has it become like this now?" Zhang Chunliang became interested.

Qu Anran was stunned for a long time, then replied: "Mom and Dad are not satisfied, they think my grades can be better."

So he was sent to this famous Tiyu school.

Qu Anran stopped talking. He seemed to have suddenly lost all interest. He stared at a point silently with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Zhang Chunliang inexplicably felt that this was his truest appearance.

He carefully studied Qu Anran's expression for a moment, and refused again: "Thank you, I don't need it. Class is about to start, you should go back."

Qu Anran looked a little lonely. He looked at Zhang Chunliang sadly for a few seconds, then returned to his seat.

At this moment, Zhang Chunliang felt a cold gaze sweeping over from the side.

He turned his head and saw only the back of a fat girl with short hair. He recognized her because she always liked to stare at Qu Anran, but whenever Qu Anran turned to her, she would always lower her head as if nothing had happened. She probably had a crush on Qu Anran and was a little inferior. But what impressed Zhang Chunliang the most was her body odor - she had a strange smell on her body, like the pungent smell of burnt food.

At dinner time, all the students left the classroom as if it was a set program.

Qu Anran seemed to want to say something to Zhang Chunliang, so she stayed until the end.

But before he could open his mouth, he saw another strange figure in the classroom who had not left yet.

Qu Anran looked at the fat girl with short hair in confusion: "Niu Lili, aren't you going to have dinner?"

The girl seemed to have not expected Qu Anran to talk to her. Her body trembled slightly. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Qu Anran through her thick and greasy bangs.

"Niu Lili?" Qu Anran tilted his head, a little confused.

Niu Lili stood up, and the table let out a shrill scream. She said in a very low voice and gentle tone: "The head teacher asked me to draw a blackboard newspaper, so I won't eat."

Qu Anran's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Zhang Chunliang, didn't you tell me that you wanted to draw a blackboard newspaper? You can ask Lili to take you along!"

He turned his head and looked at Niu Lili pleadingly: "Is it okay? Lili."

Niu Lili looked at Qu Anran for a long while before slowly nodding: "Of course."

Qu Anran looked at Zhang Chunliang as if to take credit for it: "Well, I'll go buy you some food. You have to draw well. The teacher said that if you draw a good blackboard newspaper, you will get 3 extra points on the next weekly exam!"

Perhaps because he was afraid of being rejected again, he rushed out of the classroom without waiting for Zhang Chunliang to speak.

The moment he left, the lights in the classroom suddenly dimmed, and an indescribable chill filled the entire room.

Zhang Chunliang frowned and looked at the upright figure not far away - Niu Lili was still looking eagerly in the direction where Qu Anran left. After a long time, she reluctantly withdrew her gaze and turned around stiffly.

"Why do you always reject him?" Niu Lili stared at Zhang Chunliang with a cold gaze, her voice suddenly becoming low and strange.

Without waiting for Zhang Chunliang to answer, she nodded and staggered towards the blackboard: "You are such a bad thing. No one can refuse him. It is unforgivable... unforgivable to make him so sad."

Zhang Chunliang suddenly felt something was wrong. The dangerous aura that made him shudder gave him goose bumps on his arms. He faced Niu Lili, slowly backed away and walked towards the classroom door.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang behind him, and the two doors in front and behind the classroom closed automatically without any wind.

"Don't you like drawing blackboard newspapers?" Niu Lili took out two boxes of chalk and smiled excitedly. "You must draw well. We will definitely draw the best blackboard newspaper."

Live broadcast interface.

——Is this instance open again? Let me take a look... How come more than 20 people have died? The quality of these players is not very good.

——We have just reached the first time-limited task, drawing a blackboard newspaper. It sounds very heartwarming. I suddenly remembered the time when I was in school with my first love.

——It’s really heartwarming. A player in the previous copy felt the same way. He enthusiastically helped his class’s cultural and entertainment committee member draw a blackboard newspaper, but the more he drew, the more something seemed wrong. By the time he realized what was happening, half of his body had turned into a chalk drawing and was dragged into the blackboard. His death was very... eye-catching.

——Some were used as human chalk and had the entire blackboard smeared with flesh paste, and some were eaten as snacks by hungry NPCs...

——I watched the live broadcast rooms of several players and there are no casualties so far. In fact, this task is not difficult. As long as you strictly follow the orders of the cultural and entertainment committee member and complete the blackboard drawing without any mistakes, you will pass.

——Something is wrong... Has anyone seen this instance before? Why does that NPC Niu Lili seem strange...?

——I remember her, the entertainment committee member of the garbage class, who loved to pull out human intestines to decorate the bulletin board. What, did someone unlucky get into that class? She seemed to be a little stronger than the other entertainment committee members NPCs. After all, the lower the score, the stronger the boss you will encounter.

——I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that her personality is different from before. Didn’t she look down on Qu Anran’s cowardly and quiet personality? I remember she even bullied him…

——Now that you mention it, it seems a bit like that. Maybe... the instance has been upgraded to a new version? Didn't many instances get shut down and restarted a while ago?

——It’s possible... Why do I feel that Game House is becoming less and less reliable now? There are always problems, and it will be more difficult to enter the dungeon in the future.

——…

"I need three red and four yellow chalks." Niu Lili stood on a table with her back to Zhang Chunliang, carefully drawing a red picture.

This was the third request she made.

Zhang Chunliang's hands were wrapped in a layer of toilet paper, which was soaked with blood.

The first time, Niu Lili asked him to bring her a clean rag, but the rag was wrapped with a bloody mouth, which took advantage of Zhang Chunliang's unpreparedness and bit his hand fiercely.

Zhang Chunliang instinctively wanted to shake off the rag, but accidentally saw Niu Lili's face reflected in the mirror. She excitedly turned her head 180 degrees and was staring at Zhang Chunliang's movements.

Zhang Chunliang had a bad feeling, so he endured the pain and handed the biting rag to her.

Niu Lili couldn't hide the disappointment in her expression and gave him a sinister look.

Zhang Chunliang instantly realized that he must strictly follow Niu Lili's orders. If he had thrown the rag on the ground just now, it would no longer be a "clean rag". He disobeyed Niu Lili's orders and would be punished by her.

The second time, she asked Zhang Chunliang to help her move a table.

Zhang Chunliang tried to move his desk, but it seemed to be welded in place and could not move. Looking at Niu Lili's half-smile, he looked around the classroom helplessly for a long time, and finally chose the empty desk next to him.

He guessed that each table had its own owner. If he randomly chose a table and moved it to Niu Lili without permission, he would probably have to endure the anger and attack of the table owner.

So, the only empty table became his best choice.

But this might also be the worst choice - when he moved the table to the blackboard, the malice and gloating in Niu Lili's eyes were almost overflowing.

He pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly. He had a premonition that the owner of the table he moved was probably the most difficult one in the class.

However, it is more cost-effective to offend an NPC who does not often appear in the school than to offend an NPC who may cause trouble to him at any time.

Zhang Chunliang thought about Niu Lili's two orders just now, and carefully picked out the color she wanted from the chalk box.

"Why are you taking so long? Haven't you found it yet?" Niu Lili was obviously very far away from him, but at this moment her voice seemed to be very close.

Zhang Chunliang glanced towards the window calmly - behind his left ear was a pale head pressed tightly, the neck of the head was like a winding flesh-colored thick python, connected to Niu Lili who was drawing a newspaper not far away.

His brows jumped and his whole body felt cold.

Three red, four yellow. Zhang Chunliang repeatedly checked the color of the chalk in his hand, then turned around calmly.

Niu Lili's head instantly returned to its original position like a spring.

Her eyes were dark and cold under her greasy bangs: "Have you made your choice?"

Zhang Chunliang held the chalks tightly and instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Have you made your choice? Where are my colored chalks?" Niu Lili's hair moved without wind. Her face was pale, her sharp teeth covered with blood and flesh were faintly visible in her mouth, and her neck began to slowly stretch forward.

Zhang Chunliang took a step back and suddenly felt that the chalk in his hand was a little slippery. He looked down and found that the chalk in his hand had changed its appearance - the so-called chalk was 7 fingers painted with red and yellow nail polish.

"Ah, you got the wrong one." Niu Lili got what she wanted and laughed heartily, "I'm going to punish you."

She moved her bloated body, slowly revealing the blackboard behind her.

It was a lifelike severed head. The cross section of the severed neck looked as if it had been bitten off by a vicious beast, with flesh and blood all over the place. The face of the head showed great pain and fear, and it was looking into the eyes of Zhang Chunliang outside the blackboard - that was Zhang Chunliang's face.

The moment he saw the blackboard newspaper, Zhang Chunliang felt his neck begin to ache violently. He raised his hand to touch it, but felt a tiny crack and some warm liquid oozing out.

——His head seemed to be about to fall off.

Zhang Chunliang snapped his fingers, and a gentle healing force involuntarily surged from his spine to his neck, as if some furry animal was gently licking his wounds, and this force prevented his wounds from continuing to crack.

〖Detect the host's use of the tattoo "胐胐" effect, and the remaining number of uses (1/5)

Side effect: Loss of vision for 12 hours.

Zhang Chunliang gave a bitter smile. The more extraordinary the tattoo ability was, the more serious the side effects would be. The tattoo had almost reconnected his severed head, but he would have to pay a heavy price accordingly.

After losing his vision for twelve hours in the escape dungeon, and just as the wolf-headed man was about to appear, he felt that he was in big trouble this time.

Things before his eyes began to dim, and in a minute, he would lose all vision.

Seeing that Zhang Chunliang's head, which was about to be severed, grew back intact, Niu Lili seemed a little surprised. She climbed down from the table clumsily and walked towards Zhang Chunliang with heavy steps.

"Why?" Zhang Chunliang's eyes were a little out of focus. He took two steps back and bumped into a table. "Why?"

He wanted to ask why Niu Lili was so persistent in wanting to kill him.

Orders full of traps and irresistible death rules should not appear in the player's first mission, unless the NPC itself has a grudge against him.

"Do you like Qu Anran?" This was the only reason he could think of, but it was so absurd that it made him feel a little ridiculous.

Niu Lili stopped right where she was when she heard this question. A strange smile appeared on her ordinary face: "Like him? No, I love him. I am the person who loves him the most in this world."

Zhang Chunliang’s vision went completely dark.

"If you love him, then you should know that I am his favorite friend. If you kill me, he will not let you go." Zhang Chunliang's throat rolled, involving the wound, causing a dull pain.

"This is the life he must go through." Niu Lili's words were filled with a strange tenderness. "He can hate others, but he cannot like others - especially not someone who hates him."

Zhang Chunliang is the one who can hurt Qu Anran more than the bullies.

"I think I have a rough idea of ​​who you are." Zhang Chunliang's eyes were dull, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Let me try and see if I am right--"

Niu Lili was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a frown.

Zhang Chunliang took out the phone in his pocket that had been dialed a long time ago, and heard Qu Anran's rapid panting voice from the other side: "Zhang Chunliang? Have you finished painting? I have prepared the food and will bring it to you right away--"

Zhang Chunliang endured the severe pain in his throat, a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead: "You know what? I seem to have seen——"

There was a huge force on his hand, which smashed his phone away.

The phone was of very good quality. After rolling several times on the ground, Qu Anran's voice could still be heard.

"Who did you see? Zhang Chunliang? Are you okay?"

An angry look fiercely scratched Zhang Chunliang's skin. Although he couldn't see it, he smiled gently: "It seems that every time I ask you to attack me, you can only do it once. What do you want me to do next? Let's try it out. Should we finish drawing the blackboard newspaper first, or should Qu Anran walk into the classroom first--"

……

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the classroom door.

Qu Anran was sweating profusely as he walked into the classroom holding the food he had obtained with great difficulty.

"Today, I didn't see any bad guys," he couldn't help but announce excitedly.

"Really? That's great." Niu Lili was carefully drawing a blackboard newspaper. She immediately responded to Qu Anran's words enthusiastically.

She was the only one in the whole classroom.

"Where's Zhang Chunliang?" Qu Anran put down the food, bent down in confusion, and looked under the table.

"He said he was not feeling well and had to go back first." Niu Lili patted the chalk dust in her hands and asked expectantly, "Can I have dinner with you?"

Qu Anran's expression was very depressed. He forced a smile and replied in a low voice: "Okay, of course..."

He was silent for a while and said he wanted to go to the bathroom.

Niu Lili naturally knew what he was thinking. He must want to chase out and find Zhang Chunliang.

She couldn't wait to set the food in place, put Qu Anran's chopsticks in front of him, and then waited for Qu Anran to come back and eat together.

"Bang bang bang."

The classroom door was knocked slowly.

Niu Lili showed a delighted expression: "You are back——"

When she saw who was at the door, her voice stopped abruptly with a barely perceptible tremor.

The young man at the door was sitting in a wheelchair, but he was tall, handsome, and had a cold and sinister expression. At this moment, half of his face was hidden in the shadow behind the door, and the beautiful black eyes illuminated by the light were calmly looking at Niu Lili.

"Excuse me." His voice was a little hoarse, "I have something to ask you."

He raised the toilet paper in his hand. The messy piece of paper was soaked with blood that had not yet dried and was hastily thrown on the road by its owner.

"How do you want to die?" he asked.