Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Sunday night is the day when students of Dehong No. 2 Middle School return to school.

Ravenk sent out another call message, asking the surviving players to gather in the sports equipment room.

There were only ten players present this time, and only seven days had passed in the dungeon.

"Is this the total number of people?" Ravenk frowned.

"Some players have not shown up and are unwilling to join our team. Conservatively speaking, there are still about 20 players alive. It is not easy to have so many alive, Commander Lei." The player wrapped in gauze smiled helplessly, "You have no idea how I have spent the past two days."

The family to which the player Xuhui was assigned had a sister who had just started elementary school. He followed his family's orders and played games with the elementary school girl and her friends for two days, including skipping rope, hide-and-seek, catching ghosts, and playing house.

When he was skipping rubber rope, he was jumping with his intestines. If he didn't sing the correct rhyme or accidentally broke the rope, the group of children would turn into white-faced ghosts and pull out his intestines to make rubber ropes. When the little ghost playing hide-and-seek hid in his stomach, he had to cut open his stomach to find him...

Several games were full of deadly traps. He used all his tricks to barely escape from the hands of those ghost children.

But he was too relieved. During dinner last night, Xuhui accidentally dropped some rice on the floor. His "mother", who had been spying on him for a long time, immediately slammed her chopsticks on the table and screamed excitedly: "How dare you waste food, you little bastard? I'm going to skin you alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuhui felt a chill on his scalp, followed by a sharp pain all over his body, so painful that he almost fainted. If he didn't happen to have an angel bandage that could heal the whole body, he might have died at "home" because of the infection of the wound.

Ravencic listened to his story and shook his head.

It is already difficult for most players to survive the holidays, let alone find any clues. This S-level copy is really unsolvable.

Ravenk glanced at everyone, paused for a moment with his eyes fixed on Zhang Chunliang, and then spoke solemnly: "Since this organization was established in my name, I have the obligation to fulfill the responsibilities of the organizer. Every Sunday night, I will share two clues I have found for free."

Among all the people present, Zhang Chunliang was probably the only one who understood what he was talking about.

Ravenc was forced by Wei Keyi to form this organization. After Wei Keyi disappeared, he actually no longer had any need to maintain this organization, but out of a sense of mission, he did not disband this small group.

"First, never hurt your 'family'." Ravenk raised his left hand. All the fingers on his left hand seemed to be melted and stuck together, deformed and horrible. "Otherwise, there will be backlash. The stronger the attack, the more serious the backlash."

Among the players present, some have already paid a huge price to obtain this rule.

"Secondly, there are some important clues related to the main plot hidden in our 'family'. Lei hopes that you can find a way to collect these clues when you go home next time."

He took out a pink notebook and said, "This is the diary left by my deceased 'sister'. It records her secret love for a boy named 'Qu Anran'. As far as I know, there is such a person in our school."

Zhang Chunliang raised his head and looked at the diary carefully. A person instantly came to his mind - the girl who chose to commit suicide because she was defiled by others. She was also one of the reasons why Qu Anran was bullied.

"Qu Anran must be an important NPC. We need to focus on observing him in the next period of time."

Ravenk is indeed a high-level player who has fought his way out of numerous dungeons. Without any help from anyone, he actually managed to find the key to the main storyline.

"Also, I have read the contents of this diary, and I would like to use it to exchange new clues with you."

Ravenk has done his best by proactively sharing the two clues. No one would be so ignorant as to covet his diary unless they offer enough value in exchange.

Although the original intention of establishing this organization was to share information, up to now, no player has actually shared the clues they have worked so hard to find with others for free.

This is the real situation of the players in Game House - everyone knows how each other entered the game, and therefore they are more wary of each other.

"I have information about 'Qu Anran' here." Zhang Chunliang said slowly, "I am willing to exchange it with you."

Ravenclaw smiled barely perceptibly.

If there is anyone among this group of players who can bring him important value, it must be this young man who looks weak and beautiful but whose strength should not be underestimated. It can be said that his diary was prepared for Zhang Chunliang.

"I'd like to hear more about it." Ravenk took out a cup of mung bean soup and winked at him.

Zhang Chunliang laughed, and the two of them said goodbye to the other players and walked straight into the cafeteria where they had their first conversation.

"Qu Anran has two personalities." Zhang Chunliang flipped through the pink diary and told Ravenke lightly, "When a cut appears on his wrist, stay away from him. No matter how innocent and pitiful he appears, don't trust him."

Ravenk thought for a long time after hearing this, and then looked at Zhang Chunliang solemnly: "Thank you."

As a player who had entered countless copy games, he almost immediately understood the importance of this clue. To some extent, it might directly determine his life or death.

Zhang Chunliang clinked his cup with his green bean paste and said, "As a thank you, why don't you tell me one more thing - how did you get into this game?"

Ravenk looked at him with some surprise, then said frankly: "I was a soldier in my lifetime. In order for my country to win, I slaughtered many civilians."

Zhang Chunliang nodded. There was a peculiar sense of freedom and ease about Ravenk, which probably came from his identity as a soldier.

Moreover, he was most likely not an ordinary soldier, but an officer in a high position with strong organizational and speaking skills.

This type of person generally has a biased and arrogant view of right and wrong, and once they form a preconceived impression of someone, it is difficult to correct it.

Fortunately, he seemed to have a good impression of Zhang Chunliang.

"Tonight, the werewolves will continue their massacre. I will have the player werewolves tie a red rope around their right wrists. If necessary, you can choose to ask them for help."

Ravenk dusted off his shoulders and waved goodbye to Zhang Chunliang.

Zhang Chunliang glanced at the time. There were still two hours before the werewolf massacre began, but he did not plan to participate in the chase tonight.

He needed to give himself a break and at the same time comfort Chen Yue, who was traumatized by the fact that he almost died.

Walking out of the cafeteria, cool raindrops were floating in the sky. Chen Yue was sitting quietly in the corner with a black umbrella, waiting for him to come out.

"Let's go home." Zhang Chunliang took a breath of fresh air and walked forward to take the umbrella from Chen Yue.

……

I don’t know when, but there was thunder outside the window and heavy rain was pouring down. The heat created a layer of white mist on the window glass of the dormitory.

The two people in the room had just finished dinner and were lying on the bed, watching TV series on Chen Yue's mobile phone out of boredom.

"What a boring plot." Zhang Chunliang lazily lay on Chen Yue's legs and commented, "This male lead is not as good-looking as you."

Chen Yue was staring at Zhang Chunliang intently. Hearing this, he glanced at the plot perfunctorily: "Not as good-looking as you."

"How stupid! He was wanted but still got into a conflict in a restaurant. Is he crazy?"

Chen Yue glanced at him again and said, "Not as smart as Liang Liang."

"That's great, there are so many beautiful women throwing themselves at him." Zhang Chunliang glanced at Chen Yue with a cunning smile in his eyes.

Chen Yue suddenly fell silent. He glanced at the TV series carefully and said in a bland tone, "No one is as popular as Liang Liang."

Zhang Chunliang sensed something strange in his words. He sat up straight and looked at Chen Yue in confusion: "...How can you tell that I'm popular?"

Chen Yue looked past Zhang Chunliang and towards the head of the bed. Xiao Bei was trying to sew his own eyes in front of the mirror. They were the ones he had sewed off the doll in the claw machine.

It was wearing a crudely made purple princess dress, which was also taken off the doll.

"When I was sewing its body, I found a passage of words on it." Chen Yue had probably been prepared for this. He stretched out his long arms and took out the cloth that he had kept for a long time from the backpack beside him.

It was a fragment from Xiao Bei's torn black floral dress, embroidered with a passage written by Xu Er, the soul fragment in the copy of "Parents' Love Story", to Zhang Chunliang.

[I wish Xiaoliang a safe and smooth life

Xu Buyi