Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Not long after Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes, a loud bell rang throughout the campus.

[Classmates, a happy new day has begun. Please study hard to get the highest score and become the most dazzling version of yourself! As long as you study hard, you will study until you die! Come on, you are the best! ]

Wei Keyi cursed softly and took out the cell phone beside him to check the time.

——This is an item that already exists in his character's schoolbag, and it can be used normally, and even has Internet. In this school, it seems that students are not prohibited from carrying mobile phones.

"It's already six o'clock, and I have to get ready for morning self-study. Thank you for taking me in." The boy straightened his messy hair, smiled at Zhang Chunliang, revealing a dimple.

"Be careful." Zhang Chunliang opened his eyes with some pain, sniffed the smell of his school uniform, and suddenly collapsed.

The boy carefully moved the top table away, looked outside, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"My name is Qu Anran." The boy hesitated for a moment before leaving, then mustered up the courage to say, "If you are chased by this group of people at night, you can hide in the school's laboratory building."

"Thank you." Zhang Chunliang smiled at him gently.

Qu Anran's purple face turned a shade redder. He bowed nervously and ran out of the dormitory stumbling.

"This kid is pretty amazing." Wei Keyi said with emotion, "Even after being bullied like this, he can still laugh."

"His spiritual world is very strong," Zhang Chunliang responded, "There are many people in this school who are bullied like him."

He took out the toiletries from his backpack and walked towards the bathroom.

The washroom was already crowded with many students washing up.

But the atmosphere here is different from that of ordinary school dormitories. Everyone keeps their heads down and doesn't talk. They mind their own business. There is only the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and no other noise.

Zhang Chunliang looked around calmly and saw that many people had bruises and scars on their bodies, and some were wrapped in gauze that was oozing blood.

"The results, the results are out--!" A person ran over from the bathroom entrance, breaking the silence with a trembling voice.

A classmate who was washing up had his hand shaken and his toothbrush fell into the sink.

In an instant, everyone seemed to come alive. They raised their heads, looked at each other in panic, and then quickly rushed out the door.

Zhang Chunliang slowly packed himself up and then slowly caught up with the main group.

The most conspicuous grade bulletin board on campus was crowded with people. Some were screaming in surprise, some were beating their chests in frustration, and some were pale, as if they had lost their parents, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Zhang Chunliang saw some players among the group, and their expressions were very solemn.

Wei Keyi squeezed into the top of the scoreboard before Zhang Chunliang, and had just found his place in the lower middle.

He curled his lips coldly, and his eyelashes hid the look in his eyes.

"Didn't you do well in the exam?" Zhang Chunliang walked through the crowd, with messy hair, and came up to him breathlessly.

"No——" Wei Keyi couldn't help but complain, "I only got 340 points. I'm going to be scolded by that old witch like a grandson again——Brother Liang, what about you?"

Zhang Chunliang searched his name carefully, then widened his eyes in surprise.

Wei Keyi's hands tightened slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "How was it, did you do well in the exam?"

Zhang Chunliang shook his head slightly: "I didn't do well in the exam, but I didn't expect that there would be someone with the same score as me."

Wei Keyi looked in the direction of Zhang Chunliang's finger, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

At the very end of the high school report card, there was a line of small words.

Zhang Chunliang, ranking: 787 Total score: 0

Li Yihan, ranking: 788 Total score: 0

Wei Keyi opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed it.

After this exam, the players were quickly divided into their respective classes.

"Brother Liang, your score is a bit bad. It seems that you have been assigned to a super bad class." Wei Keyi was assigned to a good class because of his great progress. He looked a little regretful at the moment and patted Zhang Chunliang's shoulder heavily, "You must take care of yourself, Brother Liang."

Zhang Chunliang nodded at him, and the two parted ways.

It took Zhang Chunliang a long time to find his classroom, which was located in the darkest corner of the teaching building. It was cold and damp here. As soon as he walked in, he felt a strong chill.

The door of the classroom was littered with all kinds of paper scraps and garbage, as well as unknown sticky liquids, making it very sticky to walk on.

The outer wall of the classroom, which should have been hung with various propaganda hand-written posters, was maliciously sprayed with titles such as "stupid pig", "cheap dog" and "garbage concentration camp" with red paint by someone, and the handwriting was still fresh.

It was already class time. Zhang Chunliang pushed open the classroom door and found that all the students were standing in the classroom with iron chairs on their heads.

"It's all because of you idiots that our grade's average score has been dragged down!" the rough-voiced male teacher shouted angrily, "Why can't you work harder? Ah! What were you doing during the exam? Are you all a bunch of idiots?!"

The sound of Zhang Chunliang opening the door attracted his attention.

The teacher panted and asked coldly, "Name."

"Zhang Chunliang."

The male teacher kicked the seat next to him fiercely, shocking the students in the class and making them tremble: "Why did you assign this kind of rubbish to this class again! The last in the grade! The last in the grade!"

He was probably the head teacher of this class. He was very dissatisfied that the school had assigned another poor student to the class. He glared at Zhang Chunliang fiercely for a moment, then waved his hand suddenly and pointed to a seat for him.

"Get back to your seat and stand on the chair!"

Zhang Chunliang twitched the corner of his mouth.

——To be honest, this is nothing like what he had imagined high school life to be like.

But he did not resist. He obediently walked to his seat and lifted the chair.

I stood at this station until the get out of class was over.

After the teacher left, all the students put down their chairs, and then kept looking in Zhang Chunliang's direction with strange eyes.

"Is there something on my face, or have you never seen the last-place student in the grade?" Zhang Chunliang asked politely, putting his books in place.

The students with dull expressions shrank their heads slightly, as if they had encountered some plague god, and quickly turned their heads to read.

"Benefactor!" A slightly hoarse voice came from the front right of Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang looked over and found that it was Qu Anran, who was also a student in this class.

"Benefactor, why are you here?" Qu Anran hugged a book and walked to his side with some trepidation.

"I didn't do well in the exam." Zhang Chunliang rubbed his nose.

Qu Anran's expression was extremely conflicted, and he kept turning his head to look at the position next to Zhang Chunliang.

There was an empty desk with a layer of dust on the tabletop. It looked like no student was using it.

"My benefactor, let's go with you to find the teacher and change seats. There is someone sitting next to you and he doesn't like sitting next to others." He stammered and looked at Zhang Chunliang with some concern.

Zhang Chunliang could probably guess that there was something wrong with the person next to him.

Seeing that Zhang Chunliang did not respond, Qu Anran twisted a little uneasily, and mustered up the courage to say: "How about I switch places with you?"

Zhang Chunliang looked at the little boy with scars on his face and thought to himself that the Holy Father System had really followed the wrong person. The guy in front of him was the real Holy Father.

"..." The Holy Father System heard the complaints in his mind and beeped twice in dissatisfaction.

Before Zhang Chunliang could answer Qu Anran, another prompt in his mind attracted all his attention.

[It has been detected that the players have been divided into classes, and the side quests are now released.

Side Quest 1: Players are requested to assist the class entertainment committee to complete the theme blackboard newspapers for each class.

Time limit: 24 hours]

Zhang Chunliang thought for a while and rejected Qu Anran's suggestion to change seats.

Qu Anran seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the school bell.

The day passed quickly. If Zhang Chunliang were asked to describe this rare high school time, he would only use four words: life is worse than death.

The boring theoretical knowledge and the various terms that he could not understand at all made him start to lose his mind, and he couldn't even concentrate on eating at night.

"It's normal. I was the same when I first came to this school." Qu Anran tore off a piece of bread for Zhang Chunliang and said comfortingly.

They are now sharing dinner in the classroom, which is empty at this moment, as all the students have gone out to eat and no one is staying in the classroom.

Qu Anran didn't dare to enter the cafeteria, fearing that he would be bullied again, so he bought some bread and mineral water at the canteen.

"When did you come to this school?" Zhang Chunliang asked.

Qu Anran was stunned for a moment, frowning and trying to recall: "It was last year, when I was in the first half of my first year of high school. My parents wanted me to improve my grades, so they spent a lot of money to send me to this school."

Qu Anran seemed to have thought of something and was a little stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

Zhang Chunliang pointed at the table and stopped talking.

The two of them shared the food quietly, and the atmosphere was very harmonious for a while. Qu Anran seemed to like this atmosphere very much. He kept stealing glances at Zhang Chunliang and smiling from time to time.

"Ah, you're here. I was wondering why I didn't see you in the cafeteria." An exaggerated shout came from the back door of the classroom, breaking the silent atmosphere.

Qu Anran's fingers froze, as if he realized something. He glanced at Zhang Chunliang helplessly, with tears of sadness in his eyes.