Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Wu Mei checked the young man's ticket and found that the seat number was correct, so she agreed to his request.

The new guy on the bus was very strange. He kept his eyes on Zhang Chunliang the whole time, as if he was looking at something that surprised him.

"Is there something on my face?" Zhang Chunliang felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and asked politely.

"Excuse me..." The young man seemed to be waiting for Zhang Chunliang to talk to him, so he spoke with a smile, "I am a painter who sketches from life. I really like to observe beautiful things."

This was a bit too perverted. Zhang Chunliang silently shook off the goose bumps all over his body and tried to make his expression fierce: "Please be careful with your words. My family is still around."

The young man then seemed to notice the woman and child beside him and glanced over casually.

Then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"This woman is pregnant. Is the child yours?" the young man said.

In the second game, Wu Mei had not yet lost her child due to humiliation, so her belly was already a little visible, revealing a round curve under her loose windbreaker.

"What does this have to do with you?" Wu Mei looked a little alert and embarrassed, and subconsciously put her hand on her belly.

The young man's words were really too presumptuous.

"Ma'am, don't be nervous." The young man casually made a downward comforting gesture, "I know that you and your husband love each other very much. There is no doubt about that."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Li Mufeng couldn't help but speak. Since he was the passenger in this seat, it meant that he was temporarily safe, so he couldn't help but refute the young man, "If it's not his, how could it be yours?"

"But I don't want her to give birth to a baby for me." The young man glanced at Zhang Chunliang's belly, as if he thought of something, and suddenly smiled.

Before Zhang Chunliang started to get angry, he said first: "I am rude, I apologize to you."

He took out a few candies from his backpack and passed them on the table.

No one at the table moved.

The young man was not annoyed. He shrugged and smiled, leaning on the backrest of the train, still looking at Zhang Chunliang with a meaningful smile.

Just then, the bell rang.

Jingle Bell--

It was midnight, the time for distributing food as mentioned in the rules.

Zhang Chunliang held his stomach, frowning. In fact, he had been feeling very hungry for a long time. Since he woke up from the game, he wanted to eat something almost every moment, otherwise he would feel weak all over.

He hadn't eaten any food since the rules were announced on the radio.

"What?! This bowl of fried noodles costs 130 yuan! You are simply trying to rob us!"

An angry voice came from the next car.

"I won't eat a single bite of your food even if I die, get out of here!"

The sound of the dining car's sliding wheels was getting closer and closer to their carriage -

"Should we choose to believe in the rules?" Li Mufeng ignored the young man's existence and coldly changed the subject.

"I think this one is believable." Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. "The radio said not to eat food of unknown origin. The little octopus fell into a coma after eating it, proving that food of unknown origin does have certain negative effects."

"We need three box lunches--" Li Mufeng called out to the conductor who was about to pass by, and glanced at the young man viciously.

The conductor stepped forward silently, raised the payment code, and took out three boxed lunches.

Zhang Chunliang took the lunch box, and when his fingers touched those of the conductor, he keenly felt something sticky between his hands.

In this train carriage, few people chose to buy things from the conductor. Everyone looked at Zhang Chunliang and others as if they were being taken advantage of.

Zhang Chunliang rubbed the stickiness between his fingers and smelled a strange fishy smell.

Li Mufeng tore open the lid of the lunch box, unpacked the chopsticks, and gently poked Zhang Chunliang.

"Dad, do you want to eat?"

This lunch box tastes delicious. The fried lamb with green onions is spread evenly on the rice, which looks very tempting.

Zhang Chunliang swallowed his saliva and pressed his aching stomach. After thinking it over, he decided to take the lunch box.

He would probably be killed by his own hunger faster than by the rules.

A pair of hands took away the lunch box faster than he did, and threw the chopsticks and the box into the trash can.

"——What are you doing?" Li Mufeng couldn't help it anymore and slammed the table and shouted angrily.

Suddenly, the attention of all the passengers in the car was attracted.

"You smell really bad." The young man looked at Li Mufeng with a smile and slowly wiped the soup off his hands. "Like a despicable rat - do you want to kill him?"

He looked at Li Mufeng's face which was getting redder and redder, picked up the candy on the table, walked to Zhang Chunliang, and offered it to him as if to invite him to take credit: "Try mine, it's very sweet."

He was greeted with an exceptionally fierce punch.

The young man touched his face in confusion, and after a few seconds he felt the burning pain.

Zhang Chunliang's eyes had already turned cold.

"Who allowed you to treat my son like this?"

he said.

……

——Damn, how come the number of views of this copy increased so much all of a sudden?

——My brother Zhang is really popular. Are we going to start digging out his offline ID? Although I am also very curious, I hope everyone can keep a sense of mystery...

——He actually hit me!!! I’m going crazy, damn, does this idiot know who he’s hitting? !

——Shit, I crawled here from the forum, and He really appeared in this instance, hurry up and take a screenshot as a souvenir!!!

——It's been three months since he last showed up, right? It's really not easy...

——What is the person upstairs talking about? Wait...it can't be "that".

——Yes, it is “that”, the game house’s copy bug, which refreshes everywhere with no regularity at all.

- Sorry, I'm new to this game, can someone explain to me what this is and why everyone is so excited?

——In some dungeons, some players will see a strange "person" who is not sure whether he is an NPC or a player. However, as long as you "notice" his existence, you will not ignore him. If you are brave enough to ask him some questions, he will tell you everything. This is probably an easter egg in the game house. Many players call him "the walking god".

——That's it? You can be called a god. You have been kneeling in the game house for too long.

——Then, what if He tells you "anything"? Even if you ask Him for the answer to clearing a dungeon, as long as He is in a good mood, He can let you clear it directly, even if it is a very difficult dungeon. His existence ignores levels.

——Really? Is Game Home so generous? ? This is no longer an Easter egg, this is already a BUG!

——However, if you encounter Him in a bad mood, you may get an answer that is completely opposite to the truth. There was once an unlucky player who thought he had passed the level and ecstatically followed His orders to pass the level, but ended up dying miserably.

——Wow, this is too tricky. Even if I tell you the true answer, I still don’t dare to believe it completely.

——What is the person above talking about? There is another biggest reason why this person is called God. He will give gifts to players. As long as you discover his existence and ask him: Do you have anything to give me? He will randomly give you a prop to help you pass the dungeon, regardless of level. In the "Battle of Zhuolu" book, players have three chances to summon the big boss Chi You to fight, and directly kill everyone and pass the level without any injury.

——This is awesome, this is a get-out-of-jail-free card. So this get-out-of-jail-free card is actually saving this player, right? But he was beaten up by this guy who didn't know what was going on.

In an instant, a wave of insults flooded the live broadcast room, and all kinds of obscene words appeared one after another.

——But you forgot one thing... Not all players know about the existence of this cheat. And if I were this player, and my wife and children were suddenly humiliated in public by strange people, and my food was thrown away, I would immediately get angry...

The comments that tried to explain Zhang Chunliang's behavior were quickly drowned out by the players' rage.

"A passenger reported that there are people gathering here to cause trouble." The conductor in a blue uniform came over and said, "Gentlemen, we need to take you to the mediation room for questioning."

The young man hasn't said a word since he was punched. He sat in his seat with his face covered and his head down, looking a little gloomy.

"...Are we still eating?" Li Mufeng looked at the food on the table hesitantly, and couldn't help but explain: "I don't want to hurt you, I just see that you are really too hungry."

"There is no production mark on this lunch box." Zhang Chunliang picked up a lunch box and looked it over.

The rules say not to eat food from unknown sources, but they also don't say that the food served by the conductor must be from legitimate sources.

Although this lunch box was delivered by the train attendant, it was not labeled. Could this also be a case of "unknown source"?

But it was too late to say anything now, so he stood up and walked to the so-called "mediation room" with the young man.

It takes many carriages to reach the mediation room. Zhang Chunliang clearly saw that some people chose to obey the broadcast rules, spent a lot of money to buy boxed lunches, and were now enjoying them.

The tempting aroma made his stomach ache even more.

Zhang Chunliang looked at one of the passengers - a middle-aged man who was eating his box lunch with relish.

His exposed skin was shiny with oil, and his clothes were soaked, giving off a damp, wrinkled, and disgusting feeling. His feet were covered with some kind of turbid liquid, which slowly flowed into a row of small holes next to the carriage, and no one knew where it went.

Under the curious gazes of the passengers, Zhang Chunliang and the young man were taken into the mediation room.

"We need to reach an absolute consensus to give passengers the most enjoyable journey possible."

The dim mediation room had an entire wall painted green with a line of red words written on it. Zhang Chunliang and the young man sat face to face under the line of words, staring at each other silently under the cold incandescent light.

"I was too impulsive. I apologize." Zhang Chunliang spoke first.

In fact, it was not an impulse, Zhang Chunliang's punch was premeditated. He needed to maintain his image and not be suspected by other passengers. As a "husband", he could not be indifferent to the humiliation suffered by his wife and children.

What's more, he needed a reason to leave the train without arousing anyone's suspicion.

"I don't accept your apology." The young man said lazily, the redness and swelling on his forehead still obvious.

The mediator sitting next to him immediately stood up, with a threatening look on his face.

They could not leave the mediation room without reaching a settlement. This was what the conductor told them before they came in.

"Then what do I need to do to get your forgiveness?"

"Be my model and let me draw a picture for you." There was a hint of cunning in the young man's eyes, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Zhang Chunliang stood there stiffly for a long while. Seeing that the young man had no intention of changing his mind, he had no choice but to follow his instructions, take off all his clothes, and sit under the incandescent light.

Under the dim light, Zhang Chunliang listened to the rustling sound of the young man's pen and felt a little drowsy.

"Be careful of your wife and son." The young man suddenly said this, his eyes slowly licking Zhang Chunliang's body and then falling on his lower abdomen.

"Be careful with your eyes." There was a hint of danger in Zhang Chunliang's half-closed eyes.

The only response he got was a few quick, low laughs from the young man.

"Do you have anything to ask me?" the young man asked persistently.

"My little octopus, when will you wake up?"

"Don't wake it up. It's connecting its brains and looking for its own kind. This could be a terrible fight, and the winner will enjoy the sweetest fruits." The young man's words were a bit mysterious. He continued, "You can continue to ask me questions, and I will tell you everything I know."

"Then when can you finish this painting?" Zhang Chunliang couldn't stand his chattering.

"Almost done." The young man stopped writing, looked at his work, and nodded with satisfaction.

"For the last time, you can ask me a question." The young man's voice became deeper and took on an almost oppressive seriousness. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang fell into silence; the overhead light made his vision dim and unclear.

"I have a friend whose name I only know as Mad Dog. Can you tell me what his real name is?"

The young man stared at him for a long time and suddenly laughed.

"You asked me the same question last time." He tore off the drawing paper and pressed it on Zhang Chunliang's body in a frivolous manner.

"Zhang Duoduo, his real name is Zhang Duoduo."

The young man smiled and waved to Zhang Chunliang: "This is a journey that left a deep impression on me. I look forward to seeing you again next time, baby."

Then, he turned into countless noise points and dissipated into the air.

Zhang Chunliang took off the painting on his body, his eyes filled with an expected calmness.

On the drawing paper is a strange human figure.

"It" has a slender body, handsome features, and is covered with silvery-white scales. It has thin ear fins growing on its ears, and the legs from its lower abdomen have all disappeared, replaced by a powerful silver fish tail.

He was surrounded by three huge, blurry monsters.

The young man did not complete the painting of the monsters, but he carefully carved the poor mermaid.

It collapsed to the ground helplessly, its eyes glazed over, a hole torn in its abdomen, countless blood gushing out, and several huge tentacles were trying their best to enlarge its wound.

That poor mermaid has Zhang Chunliang's face.