Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

"Don't let them kick my desk, go and grab my schoolbag!" Zhang Chunliang frowned and called out to the freckled boy who bumped into his shoulder.

The boy glanced at him, somewhat dissatisfied, but still held his breath and took Zhang Chunliang's schoolbag from the stove by the window: "Your schoolbag is so far away, they can't reach it, you always order me around."

Zhang Chunliang took the schoolbag and glanced at it briefly. It was a large army green schoolbag, similar in style to others, but made of leather and felt soft and flexible.

"He" has a high status in this class. He can order his classmates around, sit in a prime location by the window next to the fireplace, and afford a schoolbag that looks very valuable.

Zhang Chunliang acted decisively and shouted, "What are you guys arguing about? What are you doing?"

His scolding actually had some effect. The group of boys who had gathered together and were making a fuss suddenly quieted down and looked at him in surprise.

"Comrade squad leader, the masses have entrusted you with this responsibility so that you can benefit the masses, not to show off your power!"

It was that hoarse voice again, the owner of the voice was at the innermost part of the encirclement, blocked by the rest of the people.

Zhang Chunliang frowned and looked in the direction of the sound.

"It's for the benefit of the masses, not for the parasites. If you talk back, don't blame me for reporting you to the teacher!"

The boy pushed through the crowd and confronted Zhang Chunliang in dissatisfaction, saying, "Hey, hey! Old Ge, you're going too far, aren't you? This is a matter between men, why are you involving the teacher!"

The boy was fair-skinned and somewhat gentle, which did not match his unpleasant voice. At this moment, there was a large swollen slap mark on the right side of his face, which looked very funny.

"No one told me that a group of men would beat up one person. This is called an unfair victory." Zhang Chunliang sneered and looked at him provocatively.

Jingle Bell--

This bell sound was obviously different from the one from Xigou Primary School. It seemed to be controlled by a mechanism. The sound was clear and loud, and it immediately broke the strange atmosphere in the classroom.

"Hurry up! Pack your things! This is a serious math class! The teacher is from Xinxing Experimental School, and he's very fierce..."

The students scattered, picking up the debris on the ground and straightening the tables and chairs.

Xiaoping was lying flat on the ground, naked, with blue and purple scars covering his white skin. Some of the scars looked old, covered with layers of fresh scars. He was naked, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhang Chunliang stared at him for a few seconds, making sure that he had truly lost all ability to move. Then he sighed and walked forward.

He called a classmate and picked up Xiaoping's clothes.

The classmates who came didn't want to work, but they didn't dare to disobey him, so they threw Xiaoping's clothes on his body.

"What are the two students at the back doing?" A stern and rigid voice came from the podium.

Zhang Chunliang looked up and saw a middle-aged man who looked like a "teacher". He had a middle-parted hairstyle and wore black-framed thick-lens glasses. The deep nasolabial folds on his face made him look extremely difficult to deal with.

"I, I was helping the squad leader!" The boy who was called over by Zhang Chunliang explained a few words and returned to his seat with his neck shrunk.

The teacher walked down the platform holding a small stick, and immediately saw the child lying on the ground covered with a thin layer of clothes.

He glanced at the ground indifferently, as if he was used to it, then turned around and walked up to the podium. "Come on, class."

Seeing that the teacher was indifferent, the boys who were watching the show became even more excited. They stood up and shouted, "Hello, teacher!"

So Xiaoping lay in the back row of the cold classroom for the entire class.

Zhang Chunliang used three cents in cash to get the help of two classmates, who struggled to drag Xiaoping to the bungalow dormitory on the west side of the school.

Zhang Chunliang recognized Xiaoping's bed at a glance. It was full of miscellaneous items, even dirty cloth shoes stained with mud. The bedsheets were greasy and looked like they hadn't been changed for a long time.

"Come to my dormitory later. We can't stay here." Zhang Chunliang dragged over a broken kettle, not caring whose it belonged to, and casually rinsed a lunch box, poured half a bowl of water, helped Xiaoping up, and fed him two sips.

"Don't worry about me, they will deal with you." Xiaoping finally spoke with a breath of fresh air. His lips were terribly pale and his eyes looked at Zhang Chunliang without any fluctuation.

"I'm the squad leader." Zhang Chunliang raised his eyebrows. "I still have twenty-three yuan in my pocket. Who dares to punish me?"

With this money, he could hire a few thugs to overturn this entire "Youth Review Institute".

This was a name he saw when he passed by the playground just now. It sounded awkward and strange, and didn't sound like a normal school.

I guess someone just wanted to make money and randomly built classrooms and playgrounds without any formal permission. Xiaoping was probably deceived. This is not a place where you can study well.

"Thank you." Xiaoping gasped for breath and took a long time to say this sentence, but his throat was choked.

He had just thought about what time he should leave so that he could avoid everyone and crawl back to the dormitory.

"You can't do this. You should leave here as soon as possible." Zhang Chunliang looked at him with some disapproval.

"I paid fifty yuan... three years of tuition, they won't refund me." Xiaoping clutched the dirty quilt. In fact, there was more than twenty yuan for board and lodging, but he lived in someone else's dirty quilt and was bullied every night. He only had porridge diluted with water and three or four radish strips to eat. The steamed buns were only pieces, and he could only eat a few pieces a day.

"At least, I'll leave after I've earned back my board and lodging expenses here." Xiaoping muttered to himself, and then asked Zhang Chunliang for his opinion: "What do you think, is this okay? I won't be beaten to death by them, right?"

Zhang Chunliang looked at the confused and lifeless little face, and remembered the taciturn but reliable prosecutor in the movie, and suddenly smiled.

Xiaoping was stunned. He lowered his head and said, "Don't laugh at me."

"I'm not making fun of you." Zhang Chunliang looked straight at his young face and said, "I just think that you might become a very powerful person in the future."

Xiaoping's eyes were somewhat sad. He glanced at Zhang Chunliang and lowered his head again. A few drops of blood flowed down his nostrils from the unhealed wound.

"bang bang"

There was a knock on the old and deformed door of the dormitory.

Xiaoping suddenly stiffened and his breathing almost stopped.

Zhang Chunliang patted Xiaoping's shoulder soothingly, walked forward and opened the door.

The stern middle-aged male teacher stood in front of the door holding a paper bag, staring at Zhang Chunliang through thick glasses.

"...Have you eaten?" He stared at Zhang Chunliang for a long time, then looked into the room and took a long time to say something.

"Not yet. I can't leave here." Zhang Chunliang answered honestly.

"Oh." The man holding a cloth bag nodded, as if he was ready to leave.

In order to fool the parents, this school hired a few teachers from real schools to teach, but they usually just gave one class and then left.

The male teacher had just taken two steps out when he saw that Zhang Chunliang had no intention of keeping him. He stopped where he was, turned back, and said to him slowly, "Don't blame the teacher."

Then he left.

Zhang Chunliang looked at the paper bag he left on the window and took it into the house.

"Who's coming?"

"That arithmetic teacher." Zhang Chunliang answered casually, tearing open the paper package and spreading it on the small flat bed.

There were two dollars and thirty cents in it, and two orange candies.

According to current prices, this may not just be the teacher's remuneration for this class. He probably took out a week's salary and put it in here.

Xiaoping looked at the money, stunned and speechless.

"Look, someone still cares about you. You have to work hard to become a great person." Zhang Chunliang touched his yellow and dry hair and put an orange candy into his mouth.

"I will try my best, Qiu Sheng." Xiaoping said vaguely to Zhang Chunliang while holding a candy in his mouth.

Zhang Chunliang's hands were suspended in the air: "...What did you call me?"

"Qiu Sheng, Ge Qiu Sheng, my junior high school classmate." Xiao Ping suddenly laughed, his scarred face shattered like a mirror: "I will listen to you, I will work hard."

"I will try to hold on a little longer, a little longer, so that that day will come later. You must find the answer quickly."

The space before my eyes cracked with a clear sound, and fragments fell down with a crackling sound.

Zhang Chunliang was still holding another orange candy in his hand. When he came to his senses and spread out his palm, the candy inside had turned into a blade.

Zhang Chunliang realized that the role he played in this scene was actually Ge Qiusheng, the village chief of Xiaohegou! And he was the class monitor of Xiaoping in junior high school.

Why did Ge Qiusheng go to Xiaohegou to be the village chief? Where did Xiaoping go when he grew up?

Why is Xiaoping urging himself to hurry up... What is happening out of control? !

"Ding Ding Ding-"

Zhang Chunliang suddenly came to his senses.

At this moment, I am sitting in a shabby little classroom. The table in front of me is missing a leg, so I have to put my shoes under it to prevent it from shaking.

All the players looked very unhappy. Zhao Junxiang's right eye was pierced by a pencil and he was lying on the table, his life or death unknown.

He Jiaojie's entire back was covered in blood, and she fell to the ground without making any sound. She had lost a layer of flesh and skin - that layer of flesh and skin was placed on Xu Guifen's desk. On the white leather surface were densely packed elementary school number series problems, and Xu Guifen was copying the last problem hungrily.

"Hand in your papers! Hand in your papers! If you don't put down your pens, I'll beat you to death!" The fierce teacher started banging on the podium again.

Xu Guifen skipped up to hand in the paper, her braids swinging.

The teacher glanced at her critically, then printed an "A" on her paper with satisfaction.