Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Why can't he come? Liu Dagen is such a loser!"

At this time, everyone was standing in the open space in front of the village radio station, listening to the village chief's almost furious voice.

The players looked at each other and at the villagers opposite them who were dressed in plain and rustic clothes and had rough faces.

"In order to help all comrades better understand the customs and landscape where Xu Aiyong lived in those days, we decided to launch a one-on-one assistance activity after communicating with the local villagers. This can not only help comrades understand the local customs, but also solve everyone's accommodation problems." Yingzi brought everyone together and introduced them to both sides eagerly.

There were both male and female villagers standing opposite the players. Zhang Chunliang observed that the gender of these villagers was consistent with that of the players, which should be six males and five females.

But now, there were only ten villagers at the scene, one male missing.

"You know that Dagen loves to play with dogs," the villager who came to deliver the message said timidly with a smile on his face. "A few days ago, he just bought a batch of dogs from our city at a high price. Among them, there was one with a terrible temper. It bit several of his companions to death. He originally wanted to teach this little beast a lesson, but he was bitten by mistake——"

So, the eleventh person who was supposed to be present is now cursing and recovering from his injuries at home.

"That beast bit us hard." The villagers looked at the group of outsiders and felt a little regretful. Otherwise, Liu Dagen would not have given up such a good opportunity.

"Come here, little girl, have an egg to fill your stomach. It's laid by the chickens at home, and it's so delicious." The aunt in the blue jacket had an greasy head of hair that hadn't been washed for a long time, and her broad eyebrows and big eyes showed a gleam of joy. She took out several piles of country eggs from her cloth bag and handed them to a female player.

It seems that she has taken a liking to this female player.

“No, Auntie—” Qiu Yiran, the first female player targeted, didn’t look happy. She forced a smile and rejected the egg: “I bought corn tortillas in town when I came here, and I’m full now.”

The lady in the blue coat held it in front of her and said, "Come here, little girl, it's already been peeled, take a bite."

The egg had been there for who knows how long, and it had a faint stench. Qiu Yiran was disgusted. She took a step back and wanted to refuse again: "No - I don't want to eat it -"

But when she raised her eyes, her face froze. The lady in the blue coat was standing one meter away from her. Her facial features began to distort. Her kind eyes turned into a weird vortex. She was still smiling, but her voice had a kind of beastly growl in it: "Why don't you eat it? That's not right. You city girls, do you look down on our country food? I remember... city people also like to eat eggs."

Qiu Yiran was extremely terrified. This copy was too shameless and did not give players any room to refuse. If things continued to develop in this way, sooner or later, they would face a situation where they would die whether they advanced or retreated.

The egg had indeed been stored for a long time. Qiu Yiran took a bite and almost retched. She chewed it bite by bite with tears in her eyes.

The blue-coated aunt was happy. She took Qiu Yiran's arm affectionately and said, "My little girl, I have a connection with you. I am so happy to see you... Why don't you stay at my house for the time being?"

There was still a mouthful of egg stuck in Qiu Yiran's esophagus, but tears of fear had already fallen.

"...Okay, Auntie." She replied almost crying.

The same situation happened to the remaining players. Each player received a "gift" given by the villagers enthusiastically, which could be a piece of rag that had been used for a long time, half a box of chrysanthemum tea, and some players even received a half-used lard pancreas.

Player Li Zhuang was holding an old pornographic novel whose cover had been rubbed to the point of being torn, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable expression.

The thin villager opposite had a small middle part in his hair and a typical "sly look". His face was greasy at the moment, and he gave him a lame smirk with his small eyes: "I understand, you city people are all serious, it doesn't matter... Come to my house, I'll take you to have some exciting fun."

Li Zhuang didn't seek any stimulation; he had already received enough stimulation.

What bad luck he had, meeting such a disgusting pervert.

But there are people who are more unlucky than him——

A fair-skinned young man in a green liberation suitcase stood alone, holding his tattered leather suitcase, looking at them eagerly.

This unlucky guy was left behind because the bitten Liu Dagen didn't come.

Zhang Chunliang was ignored by all the villagers. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he also felt relieved.

During this time, he has been observing the villagers and players.

The most obvious point is that the villagers who are looking for female players are all female villagers, and the villagers who are looking for male players are all male villagers.

There is a tacit understanding and clear distinction between them.

Could it be that because of the times, all men and women are on high alert, afraid to even take the slightest step beyond the line?

But he had clearly seen just now that a female villager stared at the handsome male player for a moment with a look of reluctance and regret.

It seems that there must be a reason behind this. As he was thinking, he put his hand on the frame of his glasses, wanting to use his glasses to explore the rules of this matter again, but he suddenly froze for a moment and quickly gave up the idea.

Props are indeed a shortcut to getting answers, but if he relies on props to do everything, he will definitely die miserably.

After all, props are also the product of the game house. It is hard to say whether it generously gives away these props with peculiar functions in order to train players into livestock that do not need brains and can only rely on props.

Even Zhang Chunliang, after feeling the convenience of the props, subconsciously wanted to rely on it to solve all the mysteries.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chunliang felt a chill down his spine.

"This young man." The village chief looked at him for a moment, feeling very embarrassed.

"How about finding him a bed in the ancestral hall?" a villager nearby suggested.

"Nonsense, how can this rule be broken!" The village chief's face darkened, but he realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly looked up at Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang was absent-minded, casting envious glances at the players and villagers who were paired up over there.

Seeing that he didn't pay attention to his words, the village chief breathed a sigh of relief.

Rules? It seems that the villagers and outsiders forming a partnership is not a temporary activity as Yingzi said, but a rule about the creek that has continued to this day. Zhang Chunliang thought to himself.

"Otherwise... let him follow me." The village chief took out another half-smoked cigarette butt and took a puff of it cherishingly.

"This... How can this be possible? This has never happened before."

The villager was hesitant to speak, stammering, wanting to refuse, but seemed a little afraid that the village chief would get angry, so he looked up at him in panic.

"what sound……?"

Suddenly, a villager with sharp ears heard a noise coming from not far away.

Everyone suddenly fell silent and looked in the direction he pointed.

Soon a figure rolled over from a distance.

He was dressed like a villager. He was holding a small fish basket, his coat was dirty, and he rolled on the ground, protecting his head and begging for mercy.

"I won't do it again. I didn't catch any fish... and I didn't take a bath... Please, spare me... Please..."

The villagers turned pale and looked at the village chief with fear.

"Village, village chief...that guy, that guy seems to be here."

"Why are you panicking?" The village chief frowned and kept looking behind the villager.

A tall and strong man, holding two lively fish, walked towards the crowd leisurely and swaggeringly.

He saw the villager rolling on the ground, and suddenly stopped moving. He spat and cursed twice, then took two quick steps and kicked him on the head.

“Did I tell you to stop?” The man’s voice was hoarse, his face twitching hideously.

The villager who was rolling on the ground was kicked to the point of almost suffocating. He wailed twice and rolled on the ground again with difficulty.

"My goodness...the river is only three miles away from us, and it just rolled towards us like that?" A villager's voice trembled, as he looked at the scene not far away with fear.

The village chief's tense body relaxed, and he turned to the crowd and said, "It's not that person, don't worry."

The players keenly noticed that the group of villagers who were in strange fear suddenly relaxed.

The burly man, who was nearly two meters tall, noticed the people here, so he kicked the villager and walked towards everyone.

Zhang Chunliang narrowed his eyes slightly and waited until the man came closer before he could see him clearly.

The man was tall and strong. He wore an open grey coat in the still slightly chilly spring, revealing his muscular chest. He had a fierce face, a high nose, triangular eyes, and a large scar running across his eyes and nose.

"Right here, let me ask you, Ge Qiu Sheng, how do you manage these guys?" When the man was angry, he kicked the villager on the head at his feet, making him cover his messy hair and wail.

"Didn't I tell you before? You can only go to that river on Saturday afternoon. The rest of the time, it's up to us!"

Ge Qiu Sheng, the village chief, quickly took out a full cigarette from his trouser pocket and handed it to the scarred man with a painful look on his face.

The man took it lightly, and a villager immediately stepped forward to flatter him, striking a match with shaking hands.

"Have these people been bred?"

The scarred man looked at the players wantonly. The players who were swept by his rough eyes stiffened and straightened their bodies.

Breeding, what a humiliating word, but at the moment, none of the dozens of villagers dared to resist in anger, including the players, who were also shocked by his terrifying and ferocious aura.

"It's ready." Ge Qiusheng followed his words and quickly added, "All that's left is to send it off."

As he said this, he quickly stretched out his hand and asked everyone to leave quickly.

"Eh--" Scarface drew out the sound and put out his cigarette on a villager.

"Who is that pretty boy with?"

Zhang Chunliang followed the crowd without changing his expression, but he didn't expect that the man noticed at a glance that he had no one around him.

"He, he...he told me..." Ge Qiusheng's face changed, but he didn't dare to lie, so he could only confess, "Liu Dagen, who was originally scheduled, was injured...he can't come."

"You're not being kind, Old Ge." Scarface showed no respect to the middle-aged elder who was more than 20 years older than him. He poked the inside of his right cheek with his tongue and said, "There are more than just these guys who can find partners. Shouldn't our eldest brother have a spot as well?"

Zhang Chunliang froze.

Ge Qiusheng also widened his eyes: "This... this, he, is not, he said he... doesn't need it!"

The man's original words were: Don't cause trouble for me, if you come, we will all die. If you are willing to die, just come, and I will bury you, the whole Ge family, together.

"No... He doesn't want to...! You can't hurt me, Lai Zi, why would you hurt me!" Ge Qiu Sheng finally broke out in a cold sweat, his face pale, "He doesn't want it... If you give it to him, it will kill me...!"

Scarface reached out his hand and slapped Ge Qiusheng's old face twice: "Remember, this is a lesson. From now on, don't let these idiots sneak over when you're not supposed to go - do you understand?!"

Zhang Chunliang carried his suitcase and followed Scarface with a blank face, under the almost sympathetic gazes of the players.

He suddenly figured out something - there was originally a Chen Aihua among them, and if Liu Dagen had not been injured, Chen Aihua would have formed a partnership with him.

So, he would definitely be left out - the spot that originally existed but whose owner was unwilling to take should be for him.

Oh. Zhang Chunliang felt relieved.

It seems that being taken away by Scarface is his fate.