Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

【“Virtue in the world, great aspirations for the future—Dehong No. 2 Middle School, where dreams begin!”

Dehong No. 2 Middle School is a middle school with a strong faculty. It has the most advanced teaching equipment, the best teachers, and the most unique teaching concepts. It has cultivated countless students with excellent academic performance and is a paradise that all students have longed for!

You are a transfer student, and you came here in order to get excellent grades.

Mission: Survive in Dehong No. 60 Middle School for days.

Main quest: Find the truth about the existence of this world. Time limit: 30 days. 】

It was class time and the campus was filled with the sound of reading. The excited and passionate voices could be heard clearly by the players at the school gate.

"I haven't been to school for many years. I didn't expect that I would end up in school while playing a dungeon." The tall bald man was wearing an ill-fitting school uniform, which he unzipped and opened awkwardly.

Zhang Chunliang quickly glanced at the players. There were as many as forty-eight players gathered at the school gate. Each player was wearing a blue and white school uniform and carrying a school bag on his back.

The other players also noticed this at this moment, and there was a commotion on the field.

"Forty-eight people? Damn... this is a slaughterhouse." Someone muttered.

In the game house, there is an unwritten rule that the more players a copy requires, the more uncertain factors there are in the copy and the greater the danger.

For example, a B-level copy requires at least eight people to participate, while copies above S-level require at least twenty-four people.

When Zhang Chunliang was in the last doomsday dungeon, there were originally 24 players, but in the end only three left the dungeon.

"There's something in the backpack!" a player exclaimed.

All of the players immediately perked up and started looking through their backpacks.

Every player's backpack is filled with various school supplies, but they all have one thing in common: a Dehong No. 2 Middle School entrance examination report card.

"I, I, I got 630 points!" One player showed a shocked expression, "I've never scored this high in my life--!"

Dehong No. 750 Middle School uses a full score system of 630, and points is considered an upper-middle score.

Zhang Chunliang held up his report card and fell into deep thought: "..."

"How many points did you get in the exam? Let me see." A player came up to him curiously, took a look at his transcript, and couldn't help but gasp. He looked up and showed him a sympathetic expression.

All I saw on the transcript was "73".

"Is the character you are playing using his feet to answer the questions?" the player couldn't help but ask, "By the way, if you throw the answer sheet on the ground and step on it twice, you should be able to get a higher score than this, right?"

The situation is chaotic now, and many experienced players are taking the opportunity to collect the scores of other players.

Most of them scored above average, above 400 points, a small number scored around points, and there were only two or three players like Zhang Chunliang whose scores were extremely bad.

For a moment, all the people present quietly divided into three groups and began to look at each other.

If their analysis is correct, grades should be a certain standard for the school to measure students, and higher scores are always better.

"The sky is falling--" A scream came from beside Zhang Chunliang.

He couldn't help but look sideways and found that a handsome boy with curly hair and glasses had approached him without him noticing.

"I was the top student in the grade back then! This grade is simply an insult to me!" Curly-haired boy clutched the report card with an angry tone.

Seeing Zhang Chunliang staring at him, he moved over to him in a familiar manner, picked up Zhang Chunliang's report card, took a look at it, and then showed an expression of sympathy.

"Good brother - it seems that in this game, we are all on the same boat, so we need to help each other!" His little curly hair trembled slightly in the breeze, and his whole body exuded a sunny and cheerful vitality.

Zhang Chunliang nodded slightly and exchanged names with him.

The curly-haired boy's name is Wei Keyi, he is only eighteen years old and a senior high school student. He told Zhang Chunliang that this was his fifth game.

"Don't worry, Brother Liang, I still have some ideas in my head. With me here, I can definitely help you make a comeback." Wei Keyi held Zhang Chunliang's hand tightly. His palms were sweating, and he was obviously a little nervous.

After all - the players not far away looked at them with expressions as if they were dying.

Based on past experience, people like them with low scores are just cannon fodder testing the rules.

The players didn't have to wait long before the school bell rang for the end of get out of class.

A plump, short-haired female teacher hurried over with a stack of information.

She looked around at everyone coldly from behind her black-framed eyes, then raised her chin and said, "Are you all new here? Come over here and fill out your information."

Forty-eight people marched through the wide playground and entered the magnificent administrative building.

"How strange! The get out of class is over, so why is there no student in the school?" Wei Keyi poked his head in curiosity. "With such a luxurious basketball court, the people in our school would have started fighting for the court a long time ago—"

Before he finished speaking, the female teacher who was walking in front suddenly stopped. She turned her head with a sullen face and stared at Wei Keyi: "You rude thing, who told you to speak?"

Wei Keyi was startled and stood there at a loss. He looked at the teacher blankly and then at Zhang Chunliang.

"But..." He hesitated.

Zhang Chunliang knew what he wanted to say. The players in front were obviously also discussing things on campus, and their voices were louder than his. However, the teacher did not scold them. Instead, he focused on making trouble for the players at the back with extremely low scores.

Zhang Chunliang kicked his shoes calmly, signaling him to shut up.

Seeing that he didn't talk back, the female teacher's gaze softened a little. She curled her lips coldly and looked at Zhang Chunliang and the others with extreme contempt: "You scum of society, you stupid idiots, don't embarrass yourself in front of me, understand?!"

Just because their scores are too low, they don't even have the qualifications to speak.

Under the subtle and sarcastic looks of the players, Wei Keyi's arms began to tremble slightly.

"I understand, teacher." Zhang Chunliang raised his eyes meekly and looked at the female teacher, "We will be obedient."

The female teacher twitched the corner of her mouth coldly, turned her head and strode forward.

Wei Keyi seemed to have not recovered from this sudden humiliation and stood there, motionless.

"This copy is targeting us, be careful." Zhang Chunliang looked at his ugly expression and advised, "We haven't figured out the game settings yet, don't act rashly."

Wei Keyi took a deep breath, and seemed to have recovered. He couldn't help but reveal some of his youthful nature, and said angrily: "I must make her look good."

Zhang Chunliang raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

The players entered a large conference room one after another. They took their seats according to their scores, listened to the school leaders on the stage introduce the school environment to them, and signed the admission agreement.

Next to the seats for the top 20 were cups of clear, fragrant tea and a plate of nut snacks.

The people behind only have a lonely bottle of mineral water, and the players with scores below 200 points have nothing.

This game seems to deliberately create gaps in score rankings. What is the point of doing this?

Zhang Chunliang didn't care about these things. He looked around the conference room with curiosity, not missing a single corner.

He did not go to high school.

After completing compulsory education, further studies require tuition fees, so the orphanage will no longer keep them and let them go out to start their own businesses.

Zhang Chunliang's academic performance is not particularly good, not because he is not smart, but because he spends too much time and energy on working to earn money and helping Shen Xingyi.

After dropping out of junior high school, the money he saved was only enough to support one person to go to high school, so he gave this opportunity to Shen Xingyi.

Because this guy is so smart and has been a top student since elementary school. It would be a waste not to let him continue his studies.

Shen Xingyi naturally disagreed, but he had no say - at that time, he was surrounded by a lot of bad things every day, and it was difficult for him to live a stable life. He had no time to do odd jobs to earn a living. The savings of the two of them were all supported by Zhang Chunliang.

The pretty boy Shen Xingyi had no choice but to go to school with hatred, because Zhang Chunliang's words directly hit his soft spot.

"I heard that Bai Qiu was also admitted to that high school."

Bai Qiu is Shen Xingyi's lifelong enemy. She has been openly pursuing Zhang Chunliang for five years and has been persistent and entangled with him since elementary school.

Shen Xingyi simply couldn't imagine how Zhang Chunliang would have been able to let himself go in high school without him stopping him.

So he could only go to school with a sour face and a resentful attitude every day, then skip evening self-study and go home early to cook. After the two of them finished their meal, he could not wait to ask Zhang Chunliang about his daily activities.

"I don't really want to know what you did, Liangliang, but you are simple-minded. What if you get cheated?" Shen Xingyi explained seriously.

However, whenever he found any unreasonable behavior of Zhang Chunliang, he would become aggressive until Zhang Chunliang racked his brains to recall everything that happened. Only then would he be content to wash the dishes and stay up late to help Zhang Chunliang with his high school knowledge.

I don’t know why, even though Shen Xingyi is in high school, Zhang Chunliang feels that he is much more tired than him.

——Although he had never told Shen Xingyi, he actually wanted to experience what it was like to be a high school student.

Thinking back to the present, the players in front of Zhang Chunliang quickly signed the agreement and left with the team leader.

Only the last ten candidates were left in the conference room, looking at each other and sitting in their seats, at a loss as to what to do.

"Poor academic performance is only temporary, kids." The leader spoke with a gentle look, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water, "We at Dehong No. 2 Middle School will not give up on any child. Here, you will definitely find your own value."

His caring words made the players who had just been ignored feel so comfortable that they ignored the fact that there was still no bottle of water on the seat.

Everyone picked up their pens and signed their names on the school's agreement.

Zhang Chunliang picked up the agreement and looked at it for a long time, his eyes fixed on the last line of the agreement.

[During the period of study at school, students must strictly abide by school rules and attend every exam organized by the school on time. The school is not responsible for any injuries or deaths caused by violation of school rules during the period of study at school.]

"Student, do you have any other questions?" The leader looked at Zhang Chunliang with concern.

Zhang Chunliang looked at him, shook his head, and wrote his name on the agreement.

Suddenly, he felt his heart sink, as if an invisible yoke was pressing down on him.

This agreement is protected by the rules of the plane.

The school teachers took back the agreements with satisfaction, and then asked: "Do you choose to study as a day student or live in the dormitory? The dormitory facilities of our school are very high-end, and the accommodation fee is free."

"Day school - I choose day school!" A player swallowed and said decisively.

In this kind of dungeon, free things must be deadly traps, and this player is well aware of this.

But he didn't expect that after he said this, the expressions of the teachers became even more satisfied.

"Then I wish you good luck in your studies at Dehong No. 2 Middle School and hope that you will be on the list!" the teacher said sincerely with an exaggerated and joyful smile.

The player froze in place, trembling a little - he felt as if he had made a wrong choice.

The teacher then asked the remaining people one by one.

The players looked at each other tacitly and chose to live on campus.

"Hurry up and pack your luggage and take our weekly test as soon as possible - you can't miss it!" After the teachers went through all the procedures, they suddenly changed their expressions and quickly drove away all the players.

Remembering the rule in the agreement that students must attend all exams on time, Zhang Chunliang did not hesitate and immediately picked up his room number and ran towards the dormitory.

Wei Keyi followed him closely and compared the room number with him.

"Brother Liang, we live in the same dormitory!" He seemed to have recovered from the trauma just now, and shouted in surprise again.

"Really?" Zhang Chunliang glanced at him and replied, "This is bad news."

Wei Keyi thought Zhang Chunliang didn't want to live with him, and his expression was embarrassed.

After the two of them found the room, he finally understood what Zhang Chunliang meant - this crappy school actually assigned them a super shabby room located in the deepest part of the dormitory based on their scores.

"I knew it." Zhang Chunliang said "tsk" and pulled the iron door of the dormitory.

The loose and rusty iron door almost fell down, and as Zhang Chunliang moved, it made a painful "creaking" sound.

The dormitory for six people was empty when they were assigned to it, so there were only Zhang Chunliang and Wei Keyi living in the room. Each bed was equipped with a yellowed and shriveled cotton quilt that was hard and looked particularly dirty and of poor quality.

"I really can't stand it anymore." Wei Keyi's fair face turned quite dark, and his little curly hair drooped down.

"Stop sighing—it's almost time for the exam."

Zhang Chunliang casually pulled out a gel pen from his backpack and ran towards the teaching building.

He has already heard the bell for class and hopes that the rule of being able to enter the examination room 15 minutes before the exam will still apply in this school.

It was seven minutes later when Zhang Chunliang found his examination room, panting. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted "report" in a slightly awkward tone.

The invigilator glanced at him coldly with a stern look.

"Get back to your seat," he yelled.

Zhang Chunliang found his seat under the surprised gazes of the candidates.

The white test paper was placed on the table, with the scent of paper, ink and oil.

Zhang Chunliang sat down with some curiosity. He never expected that he still had a chance to realize his dream.

His current role is a high school student, so this test paper shouldn't be too difficult.

He picked up the test paper and took a look at the questions, and the hand holding the gel pen began to tremble slightly.

I don’t understand, I can’t understand it at all.