Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Qu Anran put down the bread, stood up hastily, and looked timidly at the teenagers walking towards the back of the classroom.

Zhang Chunliang turned his head and raised his eyebrows - these were the people who bullied Qu Anran in the cafeteria yesterday.

"I, I..." Qu Anran's hands began to tremble reflexively.

"Have you paid for today's tutoring? You still have money to buy bread, but how come you don't have money to study hard?" The boy with a crew cut and small glasses grinned, looking very gentle. "You want me to come to you in person for tutoring? You are too ignorant."

Several people behind him came over and pressed Qu Anran heavily on the seat, then roughly pulled out several books from his pocket and opened them in front of him.

"Do you know the answer to this question?" The man with the flat head casually swept the bread off the table and pointed at a question in the book. "Hurry up and tell me?"

Qu Anran stared at the question in fear, unable to speak. This question was about content he had not yet learned, and he couldn't even understand it when he saw it.

"Three, two, one." The flat-headed man sighed in embarrassment, rolled the book into a stick and hit Qu Anran with it while saying with great sorrow: "Are you a cerebral palsy child? 50 yuan per question, let me help you explain it."

Qu Anran's living expenses for this week were snatched away by them yesterday. The money he had to buy bread today was the food allowance that he had secretly hidden in his book. Naturally, he couldn't take out a penny. He lowered his head silently, making it impossible to see his expression.

So the man with the flat head sighed heavily again, swung the book in his hand, and smashed it hard on the back of Qu Anran's head.

But he didn't expect that before the blow landed, his wrist was grabbed by a white and slender hand.

Zhang Chunliang protected Qu Anran's poor head with one hand, and pinched the flat-headed man's hand with the other hand, and threw the book to the ground.

The scene was extremely quiet for a while.

The man with the flat head looked at the book on the ground, the corner of his mouth twitched hideously, and he looked at Zhang Chunliang grimly.

"You dare to throw my book?" he asked word by word.

Several tall boys behind the flat-headed man cursed at him, kicked over a few stools, and walked towards Zhang Chunliang with unfriendly eyes.

Zhang Chunliang didn't wait for the group of people to get close to him. He quickly overturned the desk beside him to block their way, grabbed Qu Anran's collar and fled to the back door.

Qu Anran felt dizzy because of the collar. After being taken by Zhang Chunliang to run up one floor, he realized that Zhang Chunliang was taking him to escape. So he quickly took the initiative, held his hand, and ran out of the teaching building.

The flat-headed man and others behind them chased them relentlessly, shouting dirty words, snatching the basketball from a passerby and throwing it hard at the two of them.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Chunliang was hit hard on the back and groaned in pain.

Although he was being hunted, Qu Anran's eyes were bright and his face was flushed. He looked at Zhang Chunliang seriously and panted heavily: "Don't worry, I - I will definitely take you away!"

Zhang Chunliang's lungs were about to explode from running, but seeing how excited Qu Anran was running, he silently shut up.

His original plan was just to take him for a few laps in the teaching building and then go back when the self-study bell rang.

With this school's fanatical pursuit of grades, students must be protected by rules during class time, and no one would be allowed to disrupt things. The fact that the flat-headed man and his gang only dared to cause trouble during meal times also proves this point.

Qu Anran took Zhang Chunliang around the lake and ran towards the dormitory building.

The flat-headed man seemed to sense his intention and started throwing stones at them frantically. Qu Anran didn't pay attention and was tripped by a stone and fell to the ground.

The Flathead Brother and others behind him did not give up this good opportunity and rushed towards them at a faster speed.

"Don't worry about me...hide inside...run to the dormitory building." Qu Anran tried to get up, but failed, "I'm fine..."

Zhang Chunliang's chest heaved violently. He wiped the sweat from his chin, then exerted force with his arms, lifted Qu Anran onto his shoulders, and ran towards the dormitory building.

"...You don't have to be like this, I'm used to it." Qu Anran said in a low voice, with a slight tremor in his voice, as if it was fear, as if it was moved, and there was also a hint of indescribable excitement.

Zhang Chunliang ignored him, kicked open the half-open iron fence at the entrance of the dormitory building, rushed in, and then locked the door at an extremely fast speed.

The flat-headed men shook the iron fence frantically, roaring and screaming with red eyes.

They looked like crazy, trying their best to catch the two men, looking extremely paranoid and terrifying.

"They will climb over the wall. We have to find a place to hide quickly." Qu Anran pulled Zhang Chunliang's sleeve and said, "Come with me."

Zhang Chunliang did not move. He listened for a moment. The two of them had been running for so long, and it should have been time for self-study, but now there was no movement.

He turned his head and glanced at Qu Anran.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Qu Anran asked him in a low voice, scratching the skin on his palm that was scraped from the fall.

"It's okay." Zhang Chunliang replied.

Qu Anran showed a sweet dimple and took Zhang Chunliang's hand and ran upstairs.

Because it was not yet break time, there was no one in the dormitory building. Qu Anran took Zhang Chunliang and wandered around in the maze-like dormitory building, and finally pushed open a door.

This is a very spacious and bright dormitory, with a bed for two and a desk underneath, and all kinds of facilities are available.

"Where is this?" Zhang Chunliang opened the bathroom door and the door was facing the mirror on the sink.

Behind him, Qu Anran gently locked the dormitory door.

“This is my dormitory.”

He walked closer to Zhang Chunliang, and half of his pale little face appeared from behind him.

He looked at Zhang Chunliang through the mirror, a comfortable and excited smile on his lips.