Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang's mother searched through the drawers and cabinets in the bedroom but found no evidence of her husband's infidelity.

Uncontrollable anger made her face wrinkled and dark, like an old witch. She stared at Zhang's father dimly with vicious and cold eyes.

Father Zhang had no idea what evidence he had been caught with and avoided looking at the person guiltily.

Just as Zhang Chunliang guessed in his heart, facing a person who was not beautiful and even ugly to the point of being disgusting, Zhang's father was not satisfied. Even though he didn't dare to really do anything, he was definitely not clean.

Zhang's mother had a premonition, which is why she immediately believed Zhang Chunliang.

"You'd better not let me catch you, Zhang Desheng." Zhang's mother's yellow fangs were faintly visible at the corners of her lips. She looked at Zhang's father with a dark gaze and threatened in a low voice.

"Dinner is ready!" Zhang Chunliang's voice came from the restaurant, attracting everyone in the room.

Father Zhang sat stiffly at the main seat, looking at the sumptuous dishes on the table, frowning deeply: "What is this?"

Zhang Chunliang lowered his head shyly when he heard this: "It has always been my mother who has been working hard to cook. I am on vacation, so I should help my mother do something."

Father Zhang looked at Zhang Chunliang seriously for a moment.

He and Zhang's mother had eaten many "children", and the one in front of him was the strangest one.

They all knew each other's identities, but this strange young man was not afraid at all. Instead, he integrated into their family very naturally, which made him feel very wary and even suspected that he had poisoned the food.

"Don't do such meaningless things in the future." He slammed his chopsticks on the table coldly, "Just let your mother do these things, why do you have to do anything too much!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunliang looked at Zhang's mother hesitantly.

If Zhang Chunliang had not said that, Zhang's mother might have taken it for granted that Zhang's father was on guard against this young man.

However, now she felt that these words were particularly harsh: "Why does it have to be me? You have to take charge of everything when someone helps me cook a meal. Am I your exclusive babysitter? You'd be happy if I worked myself to death, right?"

She was busy in the kitchen and at home all day long. Her complexion became rough and dull due to the heavy housework. Moreover, she began to suffer strange deformations due to eating too much human flesh. In fact, she didn't like eating greasy human flesh at all, but she forced herself to eat it just because Zhang's father liked it.

Zhang Chunliang fanned the flames beside him: "Unfortunately, I didn't find any meat in the kitchen, so I can only make a bunch of vegetarian dishes. Dad, this won't delay you and your 'good friends' from having a drink, right?"

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more heated, a red head popped out of the room next to him and said, "You guys are so fucking noisy, I can't even play the game!"

The freckled boy angrily kicked open the door of the room: "Why didn't you call me for dinner? Are you waiting to die?"

Zhang's mother's anger magically dissipated, and her eyes became particularly gentle: "Baby! Are you done with your game?"

The red-haired boy glanced at her coldly, then rolled his eyes: "Wang Hongfang, you talk too much nonsense!"

He picked up his chopsticks, scanned the table, and suddenly screamed in anger: "Why are all the dishes vegetarian?! Do you want to starve me to death?!"

Meat dishes·Zhang Chunliang calmly picked up a piece of fried pumpkin for Chen Yue, and then gently replied: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't find any meat. I'll make meat for you tomorrow, okay?"

The red-haired boy only noticed Zhang Chunliang's presence at this moment. He glanced at Zhang Chunliang with a gloomy expression: "Why aren't you dead yet? Did you bring my gift?"

The boy was very rude, and had a spoiled and arrogant air. He glanced at Zhang Chunliang and Chen Yue with malicious eyes, and then snorted coldly: "And here comes a cripple. How disgusting."

The smile on Zhang Chunliang's lips gradually disappeared. He calmly put down his chopsticks and looked at the boy.

"I'm fine, Liangliang." Chen Yue put his hand on Zhang Chunliang's and patted it twice as if to comfort him. "I feel a little uncomfortable. Can we go back to the room first?"

"What a spoiler." The boy plucked the plate in front of him twice, making a mess, then threw away his chopsticks in disgust and went back to his room.

Naturally, there was no way Zhang's father and mother would eat the food prepared by Zhang Chunliang. They watched coldly as Zhang Chunliang pushed Chen Yue back to the room, then threw down a table of food and left.

"Are you okay, Liangliang?"

Back in the room, Zhang Chunliang finally didn't have to suppress himself. He squatted on the ground, curled up into a ball, and sobbed softly.

"It's so cold..." The side effects of the tattoo had already started to take effect, but Zhang Chunliang had been enduring it in order to prevent the NPC from discovering his problem.

Chen Yue touched his forehead, helped him to the bed without saying a word, and wrapped him like a silkworm in a thick quilt.

"Take a nap, and you'll be fine once you fall asleep."

"They will definitely come tonight." Zhang Chunliang's arms were extremely cold. He put his hand into Chen Yue's collar. The warm temperature made him sigh.

Chen Yue was shivering from the cold. He lowered his eyelashes and held his hand in his arms gently. After a while, he took off his shirt, revealing his strong and handsome body.

"Can I come in?" Chen Yue leaned close to Zhang Chunliang's ear and asked as if begging.

Zhang Chunliang turned over lazily and generously made room for him.

Then, a body as warm as a stove crawled into his cold bed and wrapped him tightly in its arms.

"It's not safe here." Zhang Chunliang was fuzzy-minded, and a strong sense of sleepiness made his brain dull. He said to the person who was buried in his neck, "We have to think of a way... to go to the boy's room..."

The red-haired boy's attack power must not be as strong as his parents, and his room is the only place at night where he will not be attacked by Chen's father and mother.

"We have to get rid of him first--" For example, by using drugs to knock him out.

Chen Yue listened to Zhang Chunliang's analysis in silence, then patted him on the back gently: "Okay, Liangliang, have a good dream."

This room must have a strong hypnotic effect. Zhang Chunliang fell asleep completely uncontrollably, his brows furrowed uneasily.

Chen Yue stayed for a while, making sure that Zhang Chunliang's body was beginning to warm up, before he left the bed and tucked in the quilt for him.

Should we kill those two older guys first? Chen Yue thought casually as he buttoned his shirt.

Forget it, Liangliang seems to really like playing house, so let’s not spoil his fun.

Let’s start with that little thing.

The red-haired boy was fiddling with his action figure crazily.

The beautiful blood-red muscle texture, lines full of fear and despair, made his blood boil.

This is a souvenir his parents left for him after killing his "brothers and sisters".

What he liked most were these two hideous and twisted hands - their owner was a beautiful older sister. Before she died, she desperately grabbed his legs and begged him to save her.

"But, sister - you forgot to bring me a gift." The red-haired boy showed a devilish smile and broke off the girl's fingers one by one.

Seeing that he liked it, his mother simply chopped it off and gave it to him to play with.

The boy can still recall that the hand was still pulsating when it was cut off from the girl's body. It was so beautiful.

Suddenly, someone knocked politely on his door.

"Wang Hongfang, didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I'm sleeping?" he roared impatiently.

The person outside turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The red-haired boy was stunned. He remembered that he had locked the door.

So he looked carefully - he saw that the sturdy iron lock of his door was twisted into a pile of scrap metal by the person outside the door and thrown to the ground easily.

"It's me, the cripple." Chen Yue nodded politely, then asked, "I heard that you like playing games very much?"

The boy didn't move, looking at Chen Yue in front of him with a confused expression.

It was not that he didn't want to move, but the two hands he was playing with suddenly came back to life and now strangled his neck viciously.

"Mom—" The red-haired boy suddenly felt something was wrong. As soon as he shouted a word, he felt his vision starting to spin.

After a few seconds, he seemed to understand something, and his head was twisted off.

Then came the skull, arms, legs, eyeballs, internal organs...

He was like a crudely made puppet, being played with at will, with every part of his body becoming a tool for the game.

Those hands tore and crushed his limbs, but he was able to recover quickly with his strong recovery ability and then face the next round of torture.

And the man who controlled everything - he was leaning on his chin, thinking about something, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't care at all about what was happening in front of him.

The red-haired boy's eyes were filled with despair. The pain he experienced was not even enough to make the person in front of him stop for a second.

"So boring." Chen Yue concluded uninterestedly, "Sleeping is more interesting."

……

Zhang Chunliang woke up again, in a soft and comfortable bed. He opened his eyes sleepily, unable to move his body - a pair of strong arms tightly gripped his waist, holding him in their arms.

This was not the room he had fallen asleep in.

Zhang Chunliang looked at the bloody posters all over the wall and some disgusting red spray-painted swear words and realized that he was in the red-haired boy's room.

He was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

The room where he slept last night was very strange. As soon as he lay down on the bed, he couldn't help falling into a deep sleep.

It's hard to say what would have happened if Chen Yue was not by his side.

"Good morning, Liangliang." Chen Yue wrapped his arms tighter and rubbed his tall nose against Zhang Chunliang's neck lingeringly.

"Where is the boy?" Zhang Chunliang struggled to pry open Chen Yue's hands, then sat up.

The whole layout of the room gave him the creeps.

On the side of the room, there is a row of transparent display cabinets that reach the ceiling. The display cabinets are filled with all kinds of lifelike limbs. These are the boy’s “figures”.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Chunliang turned his head away warily.

Could it be that they occupied the boy's room and he went to complain to his parents? !

"Brothers, are you awake?" A cautious voice came from the other side of the door, "I have prepared breakfast, do you want to get up and eat some?"

"......?" Zhang Chunliang showed a bewildered expression. He looked at Chen Yue suspiciously, "Is there another NPC brother in this room?"

Chen Yue smiled silently. He handed Zhang Chunliang's shirt to him, buttoned it up for him, and then asked, "Are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Zhang Chunliang got off the bed and opened the door.

Outside the house was a familiar figure, the rude NPC brother. But for some reason, he seemed to be much shorter than when we first met yesterday.

The red-haired boy had messy hair and took a step back with fear on his face. Then he looked up at Zhang Chunliang tremblingly: "Brother..."

The word "brother" was choked with sobs.

"I made breakfast, would you like some?"

Zhang Chunliang was silent for a moment and looked at the guy in the room.

Chen Yue was struggling to support his body and sit in the wheelchair. He raised his eyes and a harmless and cheerful smile appeared on his handsome face: "I want to eat boiled eggs."

"Yes, there are eggs. I boiled eggs!" The red-haired boy nodded excitedly and frantically. Suddenly, his neck cracked and tilted 45 degrees.

He quickly straightened his head and staggered into the kitchen.

After washing up, Zhang Chunliang and Chen Yue walked into the restaurant.

He glanced calmly at his original room - the room was in a mess, the quilt was torn into clumps of cotton crumbs, and the mattress was chopped into pieces of garbage.

As expected, this place was attacked last night.

The table in the restaurant was filled with sumptuous food, including rice porridge, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and the boiled eggs that Chen Yue specifically requested.

The red-haired boy was sitting trembling on the side, peeling eggs respectfully.

"I heard you guys quarreling so early in the morning. Are you looking for death?" Zhang's mother pushed open the door angrily, her eyes full of bloodshot.

She was in a very bad mood. Last night she wanted to hack her "new son" to death to prepare ingredients for today's lunch, but he was not in the room, so she came to nothing.

According to the rules, she could only choose to enter one room per night, so she could only suppress her anger for the failed hunt and return to the bedroom.

Before she had rested for long, she heard a crackling noise outside the door. She wanted to use this as an excuse to make trouble and teach her "good son a lesson", but as soon as she entered the restaurant, she was stunned.

"Wang Hongfang! What are you making noise about! Don't disturb my brothers' meal!" The red-haired boy immediately slammed the table and shouted loudly.

"Baby... ? Why are you up now?" Zhang's mother asked in surprise.

Because I didn't sleep all night.

The red-haired boy's body began to tremble uncontrollably again. He looked at the demons who were eating porridge beside him and just wanted them to leave his home as soon as possible.

Father Zhang came out from behind Mother Zhang with a stern face. He took a critical look at the food on the table and snorted with disdain.

"What a dull thing!" Zhang's father criticized, "You don't do your work every day, but just think of these crooked ideas!"

Zhang's father's eyes sifted through Zhang Chunliang's body, and he revealed a malicious expression: "You make me very dissatisfied, I want to punish you——"

The red-haired boy's face suddenly became stiff and awkward: "Today's meal was cooked by me..."

The punishment that Zhang's father was about to blurt out was swallowed back into his mouth, and his face turned pale.

Zhang Chunliang peeled the egg white from the boiled egg, ate it contentedly, and fed the egg yolk to Chen Yue: "I think the meal my brother cooked is quite delicious. Dad, you can't hurt his self-esteem like this."

Zhang's mother stared at Zhang Chunliang coldly, and suddenly said slowly: "Child, where is the gift you prepared for your brother?"

This is a killing rule, and it is also the magic weapon that makes their family invincible when facing so many "children".

As long as the child does not prepare a gift, or the gift he prepares makes his younger brother unhappy, then as a mother, she has the right to punish the child.

But whether they are satisfied with the gifts or not is naturally up to them.

Zhang's father, who had just been blocked and was full of anger, suddenly perked up and quickly slammed the table and said, "You kid don't care about your brother at all. How come you didn't even prepare a gift--?"

Zhang Chunliang swallowed the food in his mouth and said seriously: "Of course I prepared a gift for my brother! And I selected it carefully."

Under the mocking gaze of Zhang's mother, Zhang Chunliang took out a complete set of selected college entrance examination questions in all subjects from his backpack.

Red-haired boy: “?”

"I feel that our family is really not paying enough attention to my brother's education." Zhang Chunliang was distressed. "In order to communicate with my brother, I specially went to sleep in his room last night. The result made me very sad. His room was full of toys, but there was not a single book that could absorb valuable knowledge!"

Under Zhang's mother's cold gaze, he raised the exam question in his hand and handed it to the red-haired boy solemnly: "Brother, your most important task at this stage is to study. This commemorative edition exam question that I have treasured for a long time and was reluctant to do is given to you!"

The red-haired boy's face turned pale and he stared at the test paper without saying a word.

"What kind of rubbish is this?" Zhang's mother's eyes were bloodshot, and her hair fluttered in the wind like black spider silk. She showed a bloodthirsty smile full of murderous intent, "Your gift is too insincere, child, and it makes me feel very dissatisfied--"

"I am very satisfied."

Mother Zhang’s expression froze.

The red-haired boy took the exam question seriously, tears in his eyes: "Brother, thank you so much, I dream of having a copy of the college entrance examination exam question!"

While Zhang's mother and father looked as if they had seen a ghost, their uneducated son revealed a smile that could be described as pure.

“This is the best gift I’ve ever received.”