Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang came to the administrative building again.

This time, the seventh floor was transformed into an exquisite and elegant office building again. He stepped on the soft carpet with simple patterns and knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Come in." Qu Haiyu's voice came from the door.

Zhang Chunliang walked in and closed the door.

Qu Haiyu was wearing a suit, leaning lazily in a chair with his hands clasped.

Half of his body had turned into a skeleton. The well-tailored suit stuck to his bones, making his originally tall body look hunched and thin, weird and pitiful.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Chunliang looked at him.

"I can still hold on." Qu Haiyu's mouth opened and closed, making a familiar sound.

He was smiling and didn't seem to care about his impending death.

"Tea, Coke or mineral water?" He pointed at the table and motioned Zhang Chunliang to sit on the sofa.

"No need, I brought drinks this time." Zhang Chunliang took out two bottles of drinks from his pocket and threw them to Qu Haiyu.

"What is this?" Qu Haiyu looked at the bottle with some curiosity.

"The Coke in our world tastes better than the one here. It can be considered a parting gift." Zhang Chunliang looked around the office for a moment and sat down on the sofa.

"Are you ready to leave?" Qu Haiyu didn't drink it. He put the drink aside and his tone became serious. "When the little bastard goes back, he will wake up in his own body. But you will most likely not go to that time and space, but return to the time when he was bullied in junior high school."

"What should I do then?" Zhang Chunliang asked.

"According to the logic of the timeline, you should help the little bastard, or comfort him, or help him get rid of bullying. You have been with him before, he is a good kid and will treat you well." Qu Haiyu said in a light tone, "You just need to pull everything back on track and keep our world going smoothly."

"That sounds like a great feat." Zhang Chunliang nodded, "But I have a question."

"Ask." Qu Haiyu's tone was very gentle, and he looked at Zhang Chunliang with interest.

"Where have I been?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly froze.

Qu Haiyu's figure paused, two balls of dark orange-red flames flashed in his skull eye sockets, and he looked at Zhang Chunliang as if motionless.

"What I mean is..." Zhang Chunliang explained patiently, "My timeline is opposite to yours. If I created the rules of this world, then... where did I go when I went back to the past timeline?"

Qu Haiyu nodded: "You are a child with ideas."

"Thank you." Zhang Chunliang smiled gently and waited for his answer.

Qu Haiyu loosened his tie, leaned back in his office chair, and answered nonchalantly, "Where else can you go? Clear the customs, and then return to your world."

Zhang Chunliang said, "I want to clear the level, finish the game, and leave here. That sounds good, but why am I still in this world? Would you be willing to let me go like this?"

"Little friend, I don't understand what you mean." Qu Haiyu's voice was calm, but there was a hint of coldness in it. "You seem to think I'm a bad uncle."

"Relax, relax, come and have a drink of water." Zhang Chunliang unscrewed his Coke and raised his glass with a smile.

Qu Haiyu did not cooperate with his childish behavior. He sat upright in the chair, looking at Zhang Chunliang in silence.

He had long lost his skin and flesh under Chen Dahai's constant devouring, and there should not be any expression on that eerie gray skull.

But at this moment, Zhang Chunliang sensed a strong sense of sinisterness and scrutiny from him, and a strong sense of danger slowly spread around the two of them.

However, Zhang Chunliang did not show any sign of retreat. He put down the cup with a calm expression.

"I have a diary." Zhang Chunliang took out a pink diary from his backpack. It was the former parasite of the female ghost Che Jing.

More than ten days ago, she died together with Liu Hui, the monster female ghost under Chen Dahai, and her soul disappeared completely.

Zhang Chunliang has kept this diary carefully as a relic.

"You should know its owner." Zhang Chunliang raised the diary in his hand.

"Of course I know her." Qu Haiyu spoke slowly, "This little girl falsely accused my son of bullying her, causing him to lose his reputation. I still remember this account."

As he spoke, the diary in Zhang Chunliang's hand was pulled out of his hand by a huge force and flew in front of Qu Haiyu.

"It's not this." Zhang Chunliang shook his head. "I said you knew her because not long ago, she chased me under the order of Qu Anran's second personality. At that time, I hid in the administrative building, and you saved me."

"So." Qu Haiyu opened the diary, and the sound of paper rubbing against each other was crisp and regular.

His voice was flat, "I saved you, and now you want to repay me with hatred?"

"Of course not." Zhang Chunliang laughed, "I am very grateful to you. In order to save me, Che Jing swallowed up some of your precious soul power..."

Qu Haiyu stood still and did not continue speaking.

He silently flipped through Che Jing's notebook. The beautiful words on it recorded her mental journey and the countless efforts made by a young girl to atone for her sins.

Zhang Chunliang did not speak, and waited patiently for Qu Haiyu to see that page of text——

After about ten minutes, Qu Haiyu stopped flipping through the notebook.

He raised his hands motionlessly, staring at the line Che Jing wrote on the last page of the diary.

Suddenly, he swept everything on the table in a rage, and office documents were scattered all over the floor.

The pink diary fell to the ground, spun a few times, and the last page was revealed.

Che Jing, who had turned into a ghost, carved a line of crooked large characters on that page.

"56 times, reincarnation, disappearance, planning, don't believe him, don't believe him, don't believe him!!!"

The large blood-red characters, written with sharp and trembling strokes, were Che Jing's last words, written with all his efforts.

"She devoured your soul energy at that time, and intercepted part of your thought plan, or memory... Let me guess..." Zhang Chunliang slowly picked up the documents on the ground, put them in order, and put them back on the desk.

"Fifty-six times refers to the number of times I have traveled back to the past against time, and 'disappearing' is the price I paid for violating the timeline. And all of this is your plan to destroy me. You repeatedly told me about Qu Anran's miserable junior high school life of being bullied, just to arouse my sympathy and make me willingly... go back to the past."

"Anything else?" Qu Haiyu tried his best to calm his violent mood and said sarcastically, "As expected of the rule maker of this world, you have a rich imagination——"

"Of course there is more, uncle. My imagination is richer than you guessed." Zhang Chunliang smiled obediently, "In my imagination, you are the CEO of a listed company, a husband with a strong sense of responsibility, a father who is eager to save his son, and also - you are also the world consciousness of the entire copy world. Of course, not this fictional consciousness world. What I mean is that you are the consciousness of the entire S-level world."

"Ha." Qu Haiyu did not show any surprise. He nodded, "It sounds like I'm amazing."

"It's really amazing." Zhang Chunliang said sincerely, "If Che Jing hadn't happened to seize your mind power, I can't believe that I would have fallen into your hands 56 times."

"This is really a well-founded reasoning. I have been blamed for the crime just by listening to the one-sided words of a treacherous, crazy and paranoid female lunatic." Qu Haiyu calmed down and laughed, clapping his hands.

"You can actually be frank, little guy. You don't want to go back to help Qu Anran. You are afraid of unknown risks. You want to evade the responsibility of saving my son. I can certainly understand your retreat and I won't resent you - but if you just want to reject me in order to put yourself on a moral high ground and find an excuse for your cowardice and incompetence to slander and humiliate me, then I will not only look down on you, but I will also make you pay the price."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wallpaper around the office began to twist and fall off. Pieces of paper people tore themselves off the wall and surrounded Zhang Chunliang with malicious intent.

"Now, do you have anything else to explain?" Qu Haiyu asked in a cold and condescending voice.