The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

Yue Bai is very smart, and he may have planned it long ago. He pursued the original owner in a corner that was not under surveillance, and he didn't even have any ambiguity in front of others. Even his confession was done offline.

He becomes very cold as soon as they break up, and even most of the chat records are initiated by the original owner.

They say that everything online is fake and we should focus on offline business. Even the money we ask for is paid in cash.

It's a pity that there is always a loophole. The more you try to cover it up, the more traces will be left.

Thinking about this, Nan Zhiyi logged into his account and typed out a paragraph dryly.

Qingyun: I deeply apologize for occupying public resources with my private affairs. Regarding forcing Baimo to date me, there are many misunderstandings. I hereby declare the following:

1. All my trips were planned by the company, my movements were traceable, and there was no situation where I deliberately contacted the other party.

2. We met because of the company's team building. After we met, both our friends and parents knew that we were not in a relationship.

I was not aware that he had been in a campus relationship for a long time. This was my negligence and I apologize.

3. Now that I know, we will definitely break up.

4. I have already reported the case and filed a public prosecution against him for deliberately defrauding me of money and intentionally murdering me, which has harmed my health, finances, and reputation.

5. Public prosecution has also been initiated against the unscrupulous media and keyboard warriors who deliberately distorted the facts and took advantage of the situation. Please accept the lawyer's letter later.

The case will be heard in court in about three months' time, and by then, only a conclusion will be drawn as to whether it is fair or not.

Thank you for believing in me and supporting me. (?????)

(I’m not very good at writing clarifications, so just bear with me. (●—●))

After Nan Zhiyi finished writing, he looked at it with satisfaction and clicked send.

At this time, Huang Zhao was negotiating with the hospital staff at the door, and he would look back at Nan Zhiyi from time to time to help him in time if he needed anything or something happened.

I didn't expect that the person who had always been well-behaved and sensible was actually holding his mobile phone and doing something important silently without changing his expression.

The Starry Sky Beast was flying beside Nan Zhiyi, looking at him with admiration. It had never expected that the host had such a good ability to accept things and could understand the script and the original owner's memories so quickly.

Just as it was written, although the original owner was an orphan, he was born proud and would not yield to others. That is why in the original work, he jumped off a building and committed suicide because he lost his beloved career and caused his friends to be implicated.

"So what is the mission this time?" After Nan Zhiyi finished dealing with the matter, he opened the game and started playing without caring about the storm his words had caused on the Internet.

Having learned from his last lesson, he did not play competitive games this time. Instead, he played puzzle games like Candy Crush Saga.

Thanks to the previous world, his calculation and mental arithmetic abilities have been improved, so he can complete a level perfectly even with bad luck.

After getting tired of playing ordinary level-clearing games, he started participating in competitions, killing all the opponents and becoming famous.

“1. Stop the villain from going darker; 2. Protect your friends; 3. Develop your other potential.

The original owner felt that he was too weak, so he suffered such a blow when the only thing he could do was gone, and he was not sure if you could still speak afterwards. "

After hearing this, Nan Zhiyi quickly ended the game and then reviewed the plot and the original owner's memory.

Because he successfully completed six tasks, the system authority was upgraded. In addition to the previous summary, there was a lot more information, which was synchronized when he was unconscious.

"This is a bit troublesome." Nan Zhiyi sighed as he watched his growth experience.

The original owner didn't have good grades, wasn't good looking, and didn't have any special talents, except for his voice which was somewhat distinctive.

After graduating from junior high school, I went directly to the Art College that I attended during my junior high school to university, so I was selected to work in the Fengyin Audio-visual Studio and was considered an old hand there.

He is very hardworking and willing to endure hardships. As long as someone asks him to do a job, he will accept it no matter how much the price is, as long as it does not involve any principles.

Moreover, it covers the voices of boys, young men, old men, mature women, and lolita.

As he became more and more well-known and gradually entered the public eye, Feng Yin's fame also rose.

Unfortunately, after this happened, Feng Yin also wanted to terminate the contract with him.

Nan Zhiyi looked at Feng Yin's announcement and sighed. He knew that his actions were impulsive and he did not care about the consequences.

He should wait until the other party's emotions reach a climax, revealing more flaws, and then find the right opportunity to clarify.

Taking advantage of the guilt of fans who have turned against the group and passers-by who followed the trend without knowing the reason, they launch an even more fierce counterattack.

This way, the turnaround feels more satisfying and the turnaround battle is more beautiful.

But for those who have always liked themselves and stuck to it, they probably don't feel any better than themselves during this period.

He cares more about the thoughts and feelings of those who have always supported him than those people.

But I didn't expect that there were idiots who were more anxious than me. They were eager to distance themselves from me as soon as the problem arose?

Not only did he put all the blame on himself, but he also criticized himself as a bad artist?

When did that kid Yue Bai kidnap a rich man? He was so powerful, why didn't I remember it?

"Master, have you forgotten that the original owner kicked Master Feng Yin's treasure?"

Nan Zhiyi felt a chill as she thought about the memory she had dug out from the corner. "Don't talk about it. It's disgusting."

“Nan Zhiyi!

Do you know how dangerous it is to let a third party in before the truth is revealed?

If someone has a trump card and a big boss to protect them, it will be easy for them to distort the facts and kill you."

As an assistant, how could Huang Zhao have only one mobile phone?

When he followed to get the medicine, he habitually opened his mobile phone to check the situation, and he was so angry that he had a heart attack and rushed into the ward angrily.

He roared at Nan Zhiyi with all his might, and then began to lecture him.

"You were so well behaved before, ah~ why did you lose your temper this time and directly fight with the other party?

Do you think you are so awesome?

Do you think there is a big financial backer behind you?

You can easily offend people and get bullied if you do this, you know that?"

Nan Zhiyi rubbed his injured ear, calmly took out his cell phone, typed a few words, and then handed it to him.

'Brother Huang Zhao, I don't have anyone to back me up right now, but that doesn't matter, I'll find one right away.

If it doesn't work out, I can just quit dubbing and go home to farm.'

Huang Zhao saw this and was so angry that he had another heart attack. His blood pressure rose sharply and his face turned red. "Do you think it's so easy to find a backer these days?

Look at you, you have no shame, no figure, not to mention other talents. Now your only advantage is gone.

He is just rich, not mentally ill, how could he like you?"

Huang Zhao looked heartbroken, and although he spoke with disgust, his tone was more of worry and regret.

"Oh." Nan Zhiyi replied, lowering his head visibly, looking depressed.