Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

The first half of this diary records the secret love that Che Jing, the girl who jumped off the building, had for Qu Anran.

These included his occasional sharp tongue and arrogance towards others, his preference for dishes when eating, his little expressions when doing homework, his handsome and unrestrained manner when giving a speech at the flag stand, and small things like sitting on the swing at the entrance of the community for a while after school.

Zhang Chunliang flipped through the pages quickly, frowning slightly - he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Che Jing was following and spying on Qu Anran to a pathological degree.

"I must get him." Che Jing wrote in beautiful and neat small characters.

This sentence was circled many times viciously, with force that penetrated the back of the paper, with a kind of calm yet madness.

Zhang Chunliang felt a chill on his back. He had a strange premonition that Qu Anran's rescue of Che Jing might not be a coincidence as he thought, but a necessary consequence that was planned by someone.

Zhang Chunliang turned to the next page.

"I finally talked to him... He sent me back to the classroom. I was so happy, I was so happy..."

This page was filled with dense expressions of joy, which made Zhang Chunliang feel extremely uncomfortable.

This should be what Zhang Chen once said, about the girl who was taken to the utility room by Xu Datou's girlfriend, stripped of her clothes and bullied. Che Jing did not mention the bullying she suffered in her diary at all, and the whole diary was full of her infatuation with Qu Anran.

Zhang Chunliang's guess was probably correct. This series of events was all planned by Che Jing himself.

"They said Xu Sizhe hired a group of gangsters to teach Qu Anran a lesson. I've heard of that group of scum. They stabbed people to death before. What should I do? How should I save him?"

"..."

"They raped me."

Zhang Chunliang closed his eyes, feeling complicated.

Che Jing probably really liked Qu Anran, but she was too extreme and hurt herself and Qu Anran.

"They still refused to let him go. The old man Chen Dahai said that since he took Xu Sizhe's money, he would destroy Qu Anran for him. He planned to blind one of Qu Anran's eyes.

I have to find a way to stop him."

Zhang Chunliang knew what method Che Jing used, so she announced to everyone that it was Qu Anran who raped her, causing Qu Anran's reputation to be ruined.

She destroyed Qu Anran in another way, trying to prevent Chen Dahai from hurting him.

"I told Chen Dahai that this method would not only prevent the police from causing trouble for him, but would also destroy Qu Anran, so why not do it?

Of course, the police will find out the truth and clear Qu Anran's name.

As for me, I just deserved it, and I accept it. "

When Zhang Chunliang first heard this story, he found it very strange. Why did the girl in the story slander Qu Anran for hurting her for no reason? She knew clearly that the police would investigate all the truth.

It turned out that this was her helpless way to sober up.

But she was obviously too young at the time and did not understand that sometimes the truth would not be recognized by everyone, and public opinion and suspicion could crush the backbone of an innocent and upright person.

Even with the police's testimony, Qu Anran could never go back to being the innocent boy he once was.

“He wouldn’t see me.

He refused to listen to my explanation.

Refuse to talk to me.

Wouldn't show up in the same place as me.

He hates me so much.”

Zhang Chunliang felt the pain and despair of Che Jing who was on the verge of collapse.

Because of her immature secret love, she lost everything precious, but still failed to gain forgiveness from her lover.

"I can't let him continue to hate me like this. How can I make him forgive me?"

Zhang Chunliang didn't know what kind of experience had created this girl's unhealthy heart, making her so inferior that she didn't even dare to make friends with Qu Anran in a normal way, and was pushed into the quagmire step by step, which made him feel deeply regretful.

He turned to the next page and saw a few sharp words written in large strokes in red marker on the diary.

"I decided to die."

Zhang Chunliang shuddered all over, and a deep chill quietly spread around him.

This was not an illusion. The temperature in the entire room was now terribly low, and even white mist began to come out of his mouth and nose.

Zhang Chunliang looked up and was filled with surprise - without realizing it, he was no longer in the dormitory, but in an old, dimly lit classroom.

It seems that Ravenk's guess was correct. There is a "ghost" in this diary. He read the diary for too long, and Che Jing's ghost was released from the diary and took him to other places.

"I am dead. Before I died, I left a suicide note telling everyone the truth. May I ask...did Qu Anran receive the note?" A hoarse and gloomy voice came from behind Zhang Chunliang.

"What will?" Zhang Chunliang exhaled a puff of mist and asked slowly.

"I told everyone that it was Xu Sizhe who hired people to bully me, and it had nothing to do with Qu Anran - do those people know the truth?" The voice was extremely cold. She moved closer to Zhang Chunliang's neck and asked with ill intentions.

Zhang Chunliang felt that if his answer did not satisfy her, the female ghost behind him would probably bite his neck off.

"They know." Zhang Chunliang pondered for a moment and answered cautiously.

"Liar——!" The female ghost screamed, causing pain in Zhang Chunliang's eardrums. "If they knew, why would they still bully Qu Anran? Why?!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhang Chunliang immediately jumped up and ran to the window.

The female ghost did not chase after him. She stood there motionless, uttering a heart-wrenching wail.

Zhang Chunliang saw the ghost clearly in the dim light. She was wearing a beautiful dress, but it was stained with blood. Her bones and flesh were broken and spliced ​​together, and there were spider-web-like cracks all over her body, which made the ghost look like a bloody human figure, broken and ugly.

"Che Jing..." Zhang Chunliang took a breath, "Is it you?"

Che Jing's head twisted 180 degrees, and her neck cracked under the heavy load. Her pale face was covered with blood and tears, and she kept asking, "Has he forgiven me? Has he forgiven me?"

"Why don't you go and ask him yourself?" Zhang Chunliang suggested.

"He doesn't want to see me - he must still be angry with me." Che Jing's mouth cracked into a dark arc, with a mouth full of sharp fangs, and she said, "Otherwise, come and ask him for me, okay?"

[Che Jing's biggest wish before her death was to get Qu Anran's forgiveness. Can you help her?

Side quest three: Please help Che Jing get Qu Anran's forgiveness.

Penalty for failed mission: deduct 100 life points. 】

Zhang Chunliang secretly thought that this was not good.

He could probably guess that Che Jing wanted to use her own death to clear the injustice done to Qu Anran, but he didn't know what happened in the middle. Her suicide note was replaced by someone and turned into a suicide note accusing Qu Anran of crimes, which instead confirmed his guilt.

This made her resentment and obsession linger for a long time.

Qu Anran is now in his extreme second personality, and Zhang Chunliang doesn’t know what kind of answer he will give to Che Jing.

If he refused to forgive Che Jing, Zhang Chunliang would probably have to die here too.

"Don't you want to?" Blood began to ooze out of the cracks in Che Jing's flesh. She moved closer to Zhang Chunliang step by step.

"I'm willing, of course I'm willing - but I don't know where he is now?!" Zhang Chunliang looked at Che Jing helplessly.

"I know, come with me--" Che Jing smiled with satisfaction. She dragged her broken body and staggered as she kicked open the classroom door.

Zhang Chunliang followed her cautiously ten meters behind, moving slowly outwards.

The aura from Che Jing was the most terrifying he had ever felt. She had a cold and eerie smell of blood, as well as an extremely strong sense of oppression.

This is a horrifying monster that was created with countless human lives, even though she seems to be able to communicate normally with people.

But Zhang Chunliang always felt that she would turn her head and bite off his neck without any warning in the next second.

This strong sense of crisis put Zhang Chunliang in an extremely tense state from the very beginning.

It was very strange. As early as when he first answered Che Jing's question incorrectly, she wanted to kill herself, but why didn't she do it then?

Zhang Chunliang touched his trouser pocket which had started to get hot, and pulled out a hard object from it - it was the game coin that Qu Anran left for him through Ravenk.

"…What is that?" Che Jing turned her head 180 degrees again, staring at the game coins in his hand with a gloomy look.

"A precious gift." Zhang Chunliang replied and put the game coin back into his pocket.

A wolf howl was heard not far away, which indicated that the wolf-headed man's hunting was about to begin tonight.

However, after just a few tens of seconds, Zhang Chunliang felt a dull and deafening sound of footsteps coming towards him.

This was probably the punishment for being the last in the grade for two consecutive times. The wolf-headed people had obviously locked onto his location in some way, waiting to cut him into pieces.

When people are in extremely helpless situations, they will really laugh out loud.

Under Che Jing's ghostly gaze, Zhang Chunliang shook his head and laughed like a lunatic.

"Here! He's here!!" An excited howl came from behind him. From the other side of the corridor, a group of tall and agile wolf-headed men rushed up with fierce eyes and weapons waving, rushing towards Zhang Chunliang.

"You have to help me." Zhang Chunliang turned his head calmly and looked at the indifferent Che Jing, "I am Qu Anran's good friend. If he knew that I was dead, he would be very sad."

"You, want to exchange something--" Che Jing said slowly, her eyes involuntarily glancing into Zhang Chunliang's pocket - where there was a hot game coin.

"Deal..." Before Zhang Chunliang finished his words, Che Jing impatiently turned into a ball of black smoke and rushed into the group of wolf-headed men behind them.

Che Jing's attack method was very strange. She wrapped all the wolf-headed men with black fog. The whole scene was eerily quiet. Zhang Chunliang did not hear any screams, nor did he see any blood and flesh splattering. The wolf-headed men seemed to melt and disappeared in the black fog.

There was a crackling sound, and the ground was covered with furry wolf head masks. They began to attract each other like living things, and slowly gathered together to form a whole furry wolf head.

Zhang Chunliang felt that the wolf head looked familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Che Jing burped contentedly, then turned to look at Zhang Chunliang: "Where are your game coins?"

Zhang Chunliang looked at her strangely: "What game coins?"

Che Jing's eyes suddenly darkened: "You promised me...you want to go back on your word! You want to go back on your word!!"

The black mist around her began to spread again and rushed towards Zhang Chunliang fiercely. Zhang Chunliang hurriedly took a step back, took out an exquisite makeup mirror from the air, and held it in front of him.

"I did say I wanted to make an exchange, but I didn't say I wanted to exchange it with game coins - this is what I want to exchange." Zhang Chunliang raised the mirror, taking in Che Jing's ugly, mottled face clearly.

"Ah!! Ahhh!" Che Jing was obviously shocked by her own ugliness. She let out a shrill scream and took a few steps back.

"This is called 'Return My Pretty Mirror'. Users can use it to restore their most beautiful moments. The time limit is one hour." Zhang Chunliang threw the mirror to Che Jing. "You don't want to meet Qu Anran in your current appearance, do you?"

Che Jing was covering her face and shivering, and only came to her senses when she was hit by a mirror.

She picked up the pink mirror on the ground with trembling hands and mustered up the courage to look over.

A well-behaved and peaceful face appeared in the mirror, looking gentle and harmless.

The "Return My Beauty Mirror" emitted a bright light, completely enveloping Che Jing. Soon, the hideous and terrifying female ghost in front of Zhang Chunliang disappeared, and was replaced by a petite and cute girl.

"Are you satisfied with this exchange?" Zhang Chunliang asked politely.

"Give me back my beauty mirror" has no real effect except making a person beautiful for an hour.

Therefore, few players buy it, and it is very cheap, costing only three points.

"Thank you, thank you." Che Jing's voice was trembling. She held the mirror, looked left and right, and put it down reluctantly.

She probably hasn't been this clean in a long time.

In order to save time, Che Jing sped up and almost ran towards the laboratory building with Zhang Chunliang.

On the way they encountered many wolf-headed men who blocked their way.

"Get out of my way!" Che Jing roared. A huge amount of violence burst out of her petite body, knocking the wolf-headed people to the ground.

It was rare for Zhang Chunliang to pass by the wolf-headed man so swaggeringly, and he felt proud of himself again.

"Third floor, third floor, he is on the third floor." Che Jing muttered nervously and rushed to the third floor of the laboratory building in one breath.

Zhang Chunliang was very familiar with this place - he was injured that night, and Qu Anran placed him in the Human Anthropology Teaching and Research Room on this floor.

Che Jing stopped at the door of the teaching and research office. She was stiff and didn't dare to enter.

"You, go in and help me take a look." She ordered as a matter of course, her voice a little timid.

Zhang Chunliang did not refuse. He walked straight forward and pushed open the door of the teaching and research office.

As soon as he opened the door, he was unexpectedly face to face with several hideous skinless corpses.