Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

A spare vest, cotton boxer briefs, a gray thin jacket for the changing season, and black cotton pants.

Zhang Chunliang squatted in front of the shabby table with missing legs, held the "Guangming" flashlight upright and pointed it upwards, illuminating the surroundings with the warm light, and searched for all the things in his suitcase.

There was also a box of ink, a wooden-handled dip pen, and a thick diary.

Hmm... a toothbrush with frizzy bristles and a little bit of toothpaste that had been squeezed out, a piece of soap with a slight osmanthus scent, and a threadbare face towel.

Zhang Chunliang sniffed and found the toiletries had a bland smell and were of poor quality. It seemed that this young reporter's life was quite rough.

Zhang Chunliang tried hard to pick at a raised gap in the suitcase and indeed picked out a lot of banknotes. He piled them together and counted them, a total of 15.76 yuan, not a small amount, but he still didn't know how to use it in this remote countryside.

"Ah, A-choo--" Zhang Chunliang sneezed violently due to the dust in the room.

To call it a room is not quite right.

This was a small, shabby house that Scarface had found from somewhere. It had no fence and was a rickety one-room mud house built next to the bare, busy dirt ground.

Any nosy villager who came here would take a look at him through the window.

But fortunately, along the way, every household kept their doors closed. Even if there was any noise, when they saw Scarface approaching, they would quickly extinguish their candles as if they had seen a ghost.

The place where he settled was probably a long way away from the villagers he was with.

Scarface probably just wanted to use himself to threaten the village chief Ge Qiu Sheng, but he didn't dare to bring him to the "big brother".

Zhang Chunliang pondered, found a few newspapers he had brought with him, and spread them under the window.

This is the only blind spot, which ensures that if someone pushes the door or breaks the window, he will have enough time to react and escape.

However, the wooden bolt on the door had long been eaten by insects and was now just a decoration. Zhang Chunliang found some branches himself and barely stuck the groove of the door.

As for the windows - the earthen walls had long been deformed by rain, the wooden frames on the windows had rotted away to only a few pieces, and the oil paper pasted on the windows had rotted away to only half of it. When the wind blew, they made a crisp sound, disturbing people's rest.

Zhang Chunliang sat leaning against the bare ground, feeling an itchy neck. He knew there were many bugs in the countryside, and was worried that some would crawl on his body or get into his ears and nose after he fell asleep, so he sat stiffly under the window all night.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard the crowing of chickens from far away.

The system suddenly moved.

[The "Learn the spirit of Comrade Xu Aiyong and experience the life of Comrade Xu Aiyong" event is about to begin. Players are requested to gather at the corn field east of Xiaohegou Creek within fifteen minutes. If you fail to arrive within the specified time, 1 life point will be deducted for each minute you are late.]

Zhang Chunliang suddenly turned over and sat up. His waist, which had not changed position all night, made a "crackling" sound as it could not bear the weight. His face was distorted with pain.

He wiped his face with his hands, then brushed his teeth as quickly as possible with half a cup of water from the broken thermos he carried with him, wet his face and wiped it.

Then he pushed the door open and went out.

The unique earthy smell of rural soil hits me in the face. Today should be a very sunny day.

Zhang Chunliang took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes - the prop glasses could only increase his myopia, but they did not have the function of real glasses. He now felt his eyes were very tired.

Fortunately, the villagers got up very early. At 5:30, there were already villagers moving around on the dirt road.

He was a young man riding a bicycle, slowly sliding down a slope not far away. He had an upright posture, yet a lazy look on his face.

"Hello——!" Zhang Chunliang hurriedly called him.

"Excuse me, is the cornfield on the east side of our small river far from here?" Zhang Chunliang glanced at the countdown. There were still eleven minutes left. It was a small village, so it should be enough time for him to run over.

The young man in front of him suddenly stopped the car, stared at Zhang Chunliang, and didn't speak for a long time.

Zhang Chunliang narrowed his eyes in surprise - he couldn't quite see the man's expression.

"Hello?"

The young man supported himself with one of his long legs, holding the handlebars, and looked at Zhang Chunliang, like a solidified wax figure, still without any reaction.

Zhang Chunliang and he were in a stalemate for a few seconds, then looked at the time - there were still nine and a half minutes!

He was a little anxious, pursed his lips, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry to bother you."

Turning around, he ran quickly in the direction he came from yesterday. He remembered there were several families there.

It’s not too late to ask now.

The car bell behind me suddenly made a clear and anxious "di ling" sound.

"Nong Zhi..." The young man suddenly paused, "I know."

His voice was slightly hoarse, with a soft tone: "Let's go? I...I'll take you there."

Zhang Chunliang was a little surprised. He could tell that the young man's Mandarin was still a little immature. He smiled gently and said, "Thank you, comrade."

……

There are three minutes left.

Zhang Chunliang tried hard to support the iron frame behind him with his hands. He felt that the young man was too slow in riding his bike. He rode slowly in the fields. If he didn't know, he would have thought that the two of them were on a leisurely outing.

Zhang Chunliang was anxious, and poked the slightly hunched back of the person in front of him with his hand: "Probably..."

"Shh——" The bicycle suddenly stopped on the gravel ground, making a sharp and piercing braking sound.

The man in front suddenly turned his head and said sternly: "What are you doing?!"

Zhang Chunliang's hand was still hanging in the air, his face blank, and he shrank his head slightly in fear of his fierce words.

The man reacted violently. He let go of the handlebars, covered his waist, and took two steps back suddenly with an extremely ugly expression.

The unsupported car fell to the ground along with Zhang Chunliang.

The sharp stone immediately tore through Zhang Chunliang's clothes of questionable quality and left a big cut on his right arm.

He tried to flutter his body to his feet, but his right hand refused to obey him. He raised his body but collapsed to the ground again.

"I'm sorry, comrade." He gasped and apologized in a somewhat embarrassed manner, "Can you give me a hand? My hand - my hand seems..."

The man walked quickly to his side, stretched out his hand and pulled him up steadily.

What kind of weirdo is this? Zhang Chunliang felt a little suffocated and gently patted the gravel and dirt off his body.

He subconsciously glanced at his countdown, which had returned to zero and now showed a glaring number (98/100).

He just felt his heart bleeding.

"Ding Ling." Zhang Chunliang looked up and saw that the young man helped him up, then without saying a word, he picked up the bicycle and walked away.

Zhang Chunliang covered his aching wound and stood there dumbfounded.

"What are you doing there?" Li Zhuang looked pale and dazed. He looked at the player who was in a daze not far away and asked subconsciously.

"I'm looking for a corn field." Zhang Chunliang perked up when he saw the players. "Did you find it?"

"Corn field?" Li Zhuang looked surprised. "We have already received the task. You have gone too far. Go back 200 meters and turn down the slope."

Zhang Chunliang hurriedly ran towards the place he pointed to. When he saw the slope that Li Zhuang mentioned, he stood there and almost laughed out of anger.

The young man just now had taken him around the slope three times as if nothing had happened.