Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

When Zhang Chunliang returned home, his mother and father were arguing fiercely. The entire living room was a mess, with broken furniture and cups everywhere.

The red-haired boy Zhang Chen was lying on the sofa, eating the fruit peeled by his mother, and watching the two of them blaming and complaining about each other with cold eyes.

Zhang's father blamed Zhang's mother for not killing Zhang Chunliang last night, so the lunch today was not rich at all, which made him very disappointed.

Zhang's mother was hysterical and said that she found women's hair on his shirt.

It was a long, soft and smooth brown hair. Just a strand of hair could make people think of how charming its owner was. However, Zhang's mother's hair was rough, dry and black - this was the ironclad evidence that Zhang's father had cheated on her.

"I didn't even go out, how could I bring back a woman's hair! Don't slander me!" Zhang's father was so anxious that his face turned red and he scratched his head. He had been explaining here for the whole morning, but Zhang's mother was like crazy, convinced that he must have cheated.

Zhang Chunliang closed the door calmly, attracting the attention of the family of three in the room.

If there is anyone here who can prove Zhang's father's innocence, it must be Zhang Chunliang - he was the one who put that hair there. It was the dog hair that Duoduo rubbed against him. He collected a small handful of it and didn't expect it to come in handy here.

If Zhang's mother continued to search, she might find a rubber band in Zhang's father's pocket, or a lipstick mark of an unfamiliar color on the cuff of one of his clothes that he had just changed.

"You, why aren't you, aren't you..." Zhang Chen looked at the two people who were unharmed, his face changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly.

"Thank you, brother. I had a lot of fun today." Zhang Chunliang smiled happily, and then as if he remembered something, he said to the family with grim faces, "Mom and Dad, do you mind if I bring a friend back to play?"

"You brought people back again?! Do you think this place is a hotel?" Zhang's father finally found an outlet for his anger. He looked at Zhang Chunliang with a ferocious face, picked up the ashtray beside him and smashed it at him.

Chen Yue's hand firmly caught the flying ashtray. The hard stone edge made a teeth-grinding creaking sound. He threw the broken ashtray on the ground and raised his eyes calmly.

Father Zhang stared with his eyes wide open and took two deep breaths, then he unconsciously took two steps back.

"Uncle, aunt." A furry head poked in from the door, with a sweet dimple, and greeted in a familiar manner, "Do you still recognize me? I am Zhang Chen's junior high school classmate, Qu Anran."

Zhang's father was still angry. He glanced at him coldly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face: "My son has many classmates. Who are you to make me -"

Before he could finish, Zhang's mother beside him screamed.

"Is that Xiao Qu?" She straightened her messy clothes and looked at Qu Anran in surprise. "I haven't seen you for so long. You've grown a lot taller!"

Zhang's mother actually knew Qu Anran?! Zhang Chunliang didn't react for a moment, and his expression was a little surprised.

Mother Zhang glared at Father Zhang in reproach: "Qu Anran, that genius kid, always tops the grade in every exam, and even appeared on the provincial TV station to give a speech on behalf of the school!"

Father Zhang never cared about Zhang Chen's grades or anything like that. Upon hearing this, he turned around awkwardly and went back to his room.

"It's me. Auntie still recognizes me!" Qu Anran smiled harmlessly. "I later transferred to another school, but I have never forgotten how Zhang Chen took care of me."

The red-haired kid next to him had an expression so ugly that it couldn't be described. He slumped down on the sofa, staring at the three people who had just come in, as if he were looking at three man-eating beasts.

"You're a good kid. It turns out that you and Chenchen are friends. This guy never told me about this." Zhang's mother hooked the messy hair beside her ear in surprise. "Then you can go to Chenchen's room to play together. Auntie will make delicious food for you! Sleep here tonight!"

Zhang's mother glanced at Zhang Chunliang, the smile on her face faded, and her tone contained a threat: "...Don't cause me trouble."

"Wang Hongfang..." Zhang Chen shouted weakly, "I'll help you, I'll help you cook..."

"Be obedient, baby." Zhang's mother glared at him reproachfully, "Make friends with more outstanding people and hang out with less shady people."

Zhang's mother walked into the kitchen at a leisurely pace, ignoring her son's eyes full of help.

"Wang Hongfang...Mom...Mom!" Zhang Chen trembled all over and moved towards Zhang's mother step by step.

A hand was placed affectionately on his shoulder, and Zhang Chen turned his head away with a stiff neck.

Qu Anran smiled brightly at his gaze that seemed to have seen a ghost: "Let's reminisce about the past, old classmate."

He was extremely strong. He covered Zhang Chen's mouth with a smile and dragged him into the room.

……

Zhang's father and mother often hunted players at home. In order to prevent the players' screams from disturbing Zhang Chen while he was playing games, they installed very good sound insulation equipment in his room.

Therefore, no matter how Zhang Chen called for help, his parents could not hear any sound.

"I was wrong... I'm sorry..." Zhang Chen's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't even speak clearly. He wiped the blood from his nose fiercely, and looked at Qu Anran with a sincere look, "I was wrong..."

Zhang Chunliang sat on the bed and watched Qu Anran beat someone up with Chen Yue.

"Don't hit him in the face," he warned, "his mother will see it."

Qu Anran rubbed his fist nonchalantly: "Just say he fell off the bed, it's okay."

“You, you’ve gone too far!” Zhang Chen’s tone was extremely angry, tears and nosebleed flowing down, “Xu Datou and the others… are the main culprits who bullied you… Why did you come to me first?!”

"It's not that I wanted to find you first, but you happen to be the brother of my good friend, and I'm just here as a guest." Qu Anran said innocently, "Believe me, if I really came to find you, the one who appeared in front of you would not be the 'me' now."

Zhang Chen glanced at Zhang Chunliang and his tears fell even harder.

"Thank you, I feel a lot happier now." Qu Anran turned his head and said to Zhang Chunliang.

"Is it my turn now?" Zhang Chunliang asked.

Zhang Chen's face twisted for a moment, then he shrank in pain. He rolled and crawled towards the door behind him, shouting desperately: "Mom! Mom!! Save me, save me——!"

"What a familiar scene." Qu Anran commented, "It's just that before, I was usually the one shouting for help."

Zhang Chunliang glanced at him.

"You really want to know my story." Qu Anran smiled somewhat proudly, "but you still maintain unnecessary sympathy, so you haven't asked me until now - are you worried that I will be sad when I recall those things?"

"No." Zhang Chunliang shook his head honestly and replied, "I'm worried that you might be too stimulated and release your other personality."

Qu Anran was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Yes, why didn't I think it could be like this!"

The door had been locked by Qu Anran, and Zhang Chen tried to open it.

Chen Yue raised his hand slightly, and the human figures in the glass cabinet came to life. Purple-blue mummified arms broke out of the window, strangled Zhang Chen's neck, and dragged him to the feet of several people.

"So cool!" Qu Anran raised his arms and looked at Chen Yue in admiration. "How did you do that?! Let me think... Does a cripple have to be able to do that?!"

Chen Yue looked at him without any emotion, and then replied: "After you become lame, you can try it."

"I think I know why you get beaten so often." Zhang Chunliang curled the corners of his mouth and complained.

He lowered his head and looked at Zhang Chen, who was like a dead dog at his feet.

Zhang Chen knew that he couldn't escape, so he took off his disguise and looked at Zhang Chunliang with hatred in his eyes: "You rubbish, you'd better kill me now - otherwise Wang Hongfang and the others will not let you go, they will cut you into pieces!!!"

He seemed very sure that Zhang Chunliang would not dare to kill him, or rather, he was expecting Zhang Chunliang to kill him.

Zhang Chunliang shook his head gently, looking at him with pity in his eyes: "You are still too young."

Zhang Chen couldn't stand someone talking to him in such a contemptuous tone. He instantly flew into a rage and struggled like a madman on the ground: "Kill me! If you have the guts, just kill me!"

Zhang Chunliang grabbed his hair and lifted his head up: "Baby, I'm here to teach you a life lesson today - if you want to make someone extremely miserable, there are more ways than just hurting their body."

Zhang Chen's body began to tremble slightly and his eyes were blank.

He didn't understand what Zhang Chunliang meant, but he felt an extremely strong sense of panic in his heart.

Zhang Chunliang loosened his hand and pointed at the remains of the figurines lying quietly on the ground.

“Find out all his hidden action figures, pocket money, treasured game consoles, and limited edition sneakers.”