Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"I believe that all the comrades who are here know..." A young woman wearing a red floral jacket and two shiny big braids was holding up a black and white photo.

"The love story of Comrade Xu Aiyong and Comrade Xu Guifen, who loved each other and fought together for the revolutionary cause."

Zhang Chunliang's head hit the car window glass and he was instantly awakened. His first reaction was to look for the watch to see what time it was.

He looked up at his surroundings and found himself on a very old and dilapidated bus.

Every seat was filled with passengers, both men and women. They were wearing old clothes that looked quite dated, and were listening attentively to the explanation of the woman in the red jacket.

Zhang Chunliang looked at himself, and saw that he was wearing a lightly washed, slightly worn, green liberation suit.

At this moment, he was holding a green cover book with rough paper, on which were some ink-stained words scribbled in pen.

"Comrade." The woman in the red jacket suddenly raised her voice and looked at Zhang Chunliang.

Suddenly, all the passengers in the car turned their eyes to Zhang Chunliang.

"Can you tell us where we are going?"

Her voice was sharp and high, with an unpleasantly harsh broadcasting tone. At this moment, she grinned with her big red lips and looked at Zhang Chunliang with a friendly face.

Zhang Chunliang looked around in panic, as if he was confused and shy because he was suddenly called.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, then tremblingly took out a pair of worn, broken black-framed glasses from his pocket and put them on.

“Comrade—” the woman urged again, but this time, her voice was inexplicably cold despite her kindness, “Don’t you know what we are here for?”

There was a slight commotion among the passengers, and everyone looked at him with gradually strange eyes.

Zhang Chunliang sighed, stood up helplessly, and pushed his glasses unconsciously with his hand: "Sorry, everyone, I seem to be a little carsick and feel unwell."

The woman in the red coat grabbed the iron rod and took two steady steps towards him. She smiled with her scarlet mouth wide open: "Comrade... you don't know, do you?"

The passengers on the bus began to whisper to each other, "He doesn't know, why doesn't he know, why why why...how did he get in there?!"

"How strange... How strange..."

It was as if some strange malfunction had occurred, and the atmosphere in the originally harmonious and friendly carriage became stiff and weird.

These passengers with simple faces suddenly all looked gloomy and looked at him carefully with cold and greedy eyes.

They seemed to be repeatedly confirming whether the young man in front of them was in the same group as them.

"Comrade, why are you so aggressive towards me?" Zhang Chunliang frowned, with a little anger of being misunderstood.

He pressed the backrest of the seat in front of him seriously and said word by word: "The place we are going to next is the hometown of Xu Aiyong, the annual outstanding worker of Xinxing Fireworks Field and the advanced individual representative of Xinxing City - Xiaohegou."

All the noise suddenly became quiet.

The passengers looked away in disappointment and slumped down.

At this moment, they suddenly returned to normal and began to communicate and listen to each other as usual, as if they had no memory of the abnormality that had just occurred.

It seems that in this copy, you must play the role and abide by the rules of the copy, otherwise the NPC will notice that something is wrong with you and you will be "woken up".

The smile of the woman in the red jacket became much more normal. She said "Hey" enthusiastically and continued what Zhang Chunliang had just said.

"Yes, as an outstanding and advanced person who works hard at his post and shines in life, Comrade Xu Aiyong is worthy of learning from us all! However, such an outstanding comrade was born in the poor and backward Xiaohegou Village...Here, he spent the most difficult time in his life, but also met his lifelong lover - Xu Guifen."

The voice of the woman in the red jacket became lyrical and moving. As she narrated the story, Zhang Chunliang calmly opened his little green book. On the title page of this little green book, there were several lines of words printed in red ink.

[As we all know, Xu Aiyong is the most outstanding advanced individual in Xinxing City. He has noble character and is loyally in love with his wife Xu Guifen.

As the most ambitious young reporter of Xinxing Daily, you followed a team that carried out the activity of "Learning from Comrade Xu Aiyong's Spirit and Reviewing Comrade Xu Aiyong's Life" and entered Xiaohegou, where you will personally experience the love story of Xu Aiyong and Xu Guifen.

Main quest: Find out why Xu Guifen killed Xu Aiyong. (Complete within 20 days. If you fail to complete the quest within the specified time limit, 100 life points will be deducted.)

Mission: There is a person on this car, he is guilty, please find out who he is and put him on trial after 30 days. 】

The red low-quality ink soaked through the paper, as glaringly red as blood. It slowly disappeared under Zhang Chunliang's gaze.

Zhang Chunliang put away the little green book and gently pulled the passenger next to him. It was a short-haired woman wearing a gray coat and holding a small cloth bag covered with patches in her hands.

"Madam, could you please tell me what time is it now?" Zhang Chunliang imitated the old-fashioned way of speaking of this group of people and spoke slowly and carefully.

The woman looked at him warily and found that he had a fair face, was dressed simply but cleanly, and wore a pair of glasses of an educated man, so she relaxed a little.

"Looking at the sky now, it's probably almost half past eight. If you guys want to go to Xiaohegou, you'll have to take another ox cart, and it will be afternoon by the time you get there." The eldest sister spoke with a strong dialect, and in order to explain clearly to Zhang Chunliang, she spoke awkwardly in a half-literate, half-country language.

"Oh, thank you." Zhang Chunliang blinked gently and gave a grateful smile. He felt around his body and found two cream toffees wrapped in oil paper in his pocket. He took one out and handed it to his eldest sister.

"For the children, sweet mouth." The young man gave a gentle smile.

So the person in the front seat also turned his head and smiled at him: "You are a very polite intellectual young man from the city."

Zhang Chunliang waved his hands modestly. This somewhat shy look made the big brother in the front seat laugh even more heartily.

"You are a very likable boy. I heard you are going to the creek?"

Zhang Chunliang nodded and said, "I have always admired the deeds of Comrade Xu Aiyong. When I heard about this event, I followed the group and came here to do an interview."

"Oh oh." The big brother in the front seat seemed to understand, but he felt that the reporters from the city were quite impressive.

Their mountainous area is very remote, and there is only one bus in the town, which only makes one round trip a day.

Today, a visiting team suddenly appeared on the bus, and everyone was very curious.

Originally, these farmers who dug the ground and ate the dirt didn't dare to talk to them, but now it seems that city people are easy to get along with.

"Young man." The brother in the front seat lowered his voice, a little mysterious.

Zhang Chunliang pretended to be surprised, as if he felt that his elder brother had something to say, so he looked around cautiously and quietly leaned over.

"The water in the creek is very deep. Don't ask around when you go there. There's a man there named Xu, who's about your age. Don't mess with him. He's a ..."

The man sitting in the front seat suddenly tugged at his sleeve: "Your mouth is like your asshole, you have no control over it!"

He looked at Zhang Chunliang with some caution and pulled the big brother in the front seat back.

The guy in the front seat felt a little embarrassed, but also realized that he seemed to have said something wrong. He turned his head and looked at the people around him with some uneasiness.

Zhang Chunliang gave him a soothing smile, knowing that he would not be able to find out any more information.

What is the relationship between “the young man surnamed Xu” and Xu Aiyong… ?

Zhang Chunliang leaned against the window, thinking and taking deep breaths to relieve his motion sickness - he was not lying, the constantly bumpy and crispy bus had an unpleasant smell that made him feel very nauseous as soon as he woke up.

The bus arrived at the terminal.

The red-coat woman began to give orders again, "Young comrades from Xinxing City, follow me. We still have some distance to go."

She turned her head, her shiny braids swinging back and forth lively: "Brother Qiu, thank you for giving us a ride."

The bus driver waved his hand, picked up the teacup next to the bus, took a sip, and signaled everyone to get off.

"We are all from the same hometown, there is no need to thank or not."

The woman in the red jacket smiled warmly. She quickly agreed and exchanged a few words with the driver before leading her small team out of the car.

All the insignificant NPCs scattered and left, leaving only twelve people at the bus stop.

The twelve men and women in rustic clothes looked at each other for a moment and finally confirmed that the so-called "learning Xu Aiyong's spirit" team only consisted of the players themselves.

Zhang Chunliang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the player camps were relatively clear this time, and huge pits like the fox in the previous copy were unlikely to appear.

"Okay, now we can take a short break. When the villagers' ox cart arrives soon, we can continue heading towards the small river." Yingzi, the woman in the red coat, gave a few instructions and left to buy things from the villagers who were setting up stalls nearby.

The twelve players looked at each other, wary of each other, and no one was willing to break the current silence.

"Hey, you over there." The man in a Mao suit with a middle-parted hair and some buck teeth spoke tentatively, directly to Zhang Chunliang, "Did the NPC miss a question for you just now? Share it with us?"

This behavior is presumptuous to some extent. All players know how unstable the NPCs in the dungeon world are. Any information obtained by a player in communication with the NPC is the player's private property.

The man with the middle-parted hair was of course no exception, but he always felt that Zhang Chunliang was soft and vulnerable, so he wanted to try and see if he could meet a cheap enemy who had just entered the dungeon.

"Of course." Zhang Chunliang smiled and pushed his glasses down, then spoke slowly. "But I need to exchange a message."

"Excuse me," he glanced at everyone and asked softly, "Who attracted the attention of the red-coated female NPC to me just now?"