Plot Correction System (XVI)

“…”

Shang Li looked at the agent.

The agent understood immediately, left the meeting room alone, and considerately closed the door.

The conference room fell silent. Shang Li calmly sat down on the chair opposite the time traveler and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

"I want to ask you about the protagonist in your story."

Almost every NPC in the domain construction has a basic code set up, which is to answer all questions from real challengers. The purpose is also to reduce the difficulty of students' practice.

No matter whether the answer is true or not, or whether the response is an answer or not, I will respond anyway since I asked the question.

Hearing this, Jiang Mingyu, who was pretending to be a time traveler, suddenly stopped as if a machine had malfunctioned.

"My story... My story." The time traveler kept muttering these words as if some error code had been triggered.

"568."

Shang Li poked at the plot correction system that was copied from Xiao Chen in his heart, "Wouldn't your system give the host the original body's memories?"

568 was silent for a while, then replied: [Of course we will transfer the original owner's memories to the host.]

"Then why doesn't the time traveler recognize my younger brother, whom I have raised for seven or eight years?" Shang Li asked in an uncomfortable tone.

[In fact, I didn't know that you, the host, actually knew Jiang Mingyu.] 568's mechanical voice became a little quieter, [I didn't even know that you and he had such a brotherly relationship.]

Who knows if you, the host, are deceiving the system again?

568 thought secretly.

"You think I'm lying, right? All..." Shang Li immediately pointed out its little thoughts and spoke in a bad tone.

[Because you have nothing to do with Jiang Mingyu in the original work!!]

568's voice suddenly became louder, and the system's rigid voice could be heard to be a bit of a collapse caused by being severely bullied.

[This world was clearly created based on the original storyline, but in the original work, "Shang Li" and "Jiang Mingyu" are two complete strangers! ]

Shang Li: “…”

Tsk, I almost drove the child crazy.

"So, the memories of the original body obtained by the time traveler are actually based on the plot given by your main system?"

【……I have no idea.】

568 realized that he had just accidentally killed the host, and returned to a cautious tone, "Logically speaking, even if the plot is broken, such an outrageous deviation should not have occurred in the distant past. 】

[I clearly descended at the beginning of the plot, how could my original body's past memories be different from the plot setting?] It said in disbelief.

[Host, is this your own memory...]

568 didn't dare to finish his words.

Shang Li did not respond, but continued to look at the time traveler sitting in the box opposite him.

“Yes, I do have a story that no one else knows.”

The time traveler stared at Shang Li with his obsidian eyes, "Are you the same?"

"I need to complete some tasks based on this story." Shang Li crossed his fingers and placed them on the table in a relaxed manner, "Let everyone walk on the path he deserves."

"I...I'm the same as you, but not exactly the same."

It seemed that the data in the domain had filled in the small logic that the NPC was missing and that should have been irrelevant under Shang Li's questions. The illusion quickly recovered its previous lively and vivid appearance. "I want to make someone regret it."

"Who?" Shang Li asked curiously.

"Lu Yao, my big boss." The time traveler blinked briskly, "Officer, I'm going to tell you the truth. I have to change my fate."

"I used to be a humble lover who wanted Lu Yao but couldn't get him. But now I have awakened."

He took a sip of coffee and continued, "I want to stand at the top and make him regret it so much that he will curl up at my feet and beg for my mercy."

"?"

Shang Li tried to inquire: "So this is the protagonist of your story?"

"Lu Yao."

Shang Li: "Do you think you are Jiang Mingyu?"

The time traveler's eyes became suspicious, "What else?"

"Whatever I get, it's mine."

He stood up, his white fingertips lightly placed on the table, and slowly walked towards Shang Li, "I am leading Jiang Mingyu, who was once wrapped in the mud, to the peak."

"There is no doubt that I am much better than before, and everyone still loves my soul now. Even if I go back to my past appearance, they will only miss me now."

The time traveler placed one hand on the table and leaned over to bring the beautiful face closer to the man with equally gorgeous red eyes.

"I am the true owner of this body."

Shang Li's expression darkened.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud shattering sound suddenly came from the window.

Just like the scene four years ago, Cui Lan broke the tempered glass with one foot and jumped into the conference room in a graceful and agile manner. Her long hair was scattered behind her, and along with her windbreaker, it was blown by the wind from the upper floors.

The hand tightly wrapped in black cloth grasped the unsheathed silver long sword, the short boots stepped on the broken glass, and he approached Shang Li and the time traveler step by step. The beautiful silver-gray pupils moved between the two people who were only about half a meter apart.

"...You two."

Cui Lan narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Shang Li quickly shrank his neck when he heard this, then he rushed to the door of the conference room at lightning speed and grabbed the handle, "Wife, how come you came so quickly?!"

"Isn't this what you expected?" Cui Lan said.

Two afterimages, one red and one black, flew out of the room in a flash, while the time traveler was still standing there in a daze.

The wind blew up his hair, and then he felt difficulty breathing and pain in his neck.

The time traveler gently touched his neck.

Warm, moist...

He put his shaking hands in front of his eyes.

The scarlet sticky liquid was flowing down his fingers, dripping onto the marble floor.

The agent waiting outside heard the huge commotion in the conference room, opened the door and took a look inside with some concern.

Two shadows flashed before her eyes, and everything that happened in the room was exposed to the woman's eyes in an instant.

Seeing the large pieces of broken glass in the conference room and his artist with a bloody neck, the agent's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

In the emergency passage of Ximing Building, Shang Li, who was over 1.8 meters tall, curled up his legs, sat lightly on the handrail of the stairs, and slid down quickly like he was on a slide.

Cui Lan, who followed closely behind, jumped down from the height step by step, and finally caught up with the target at a certain turning point, and started to fight with Shang Li in a small space.

"Xiao Cui, you seem to like chasing and fighting with me like this too."

After a moment, Shang Li grabbed Cui Lan with both hands from behind and said sweetly.

Cui Lan thrust his long sword back, but the blade got stuck at Shang Li's temple and he couldn't move forward. The two of them kept this somewhat ambiguous posture, leaning against the wall, and for a moment they were in a stalemate.

"Most of the supernatural energy was clearly transferred to that kid named Lin."

He rubbed his head against Cui Lan's neck coquettishly, "You should know that you can't beat me with just your remaining strength."

"But you still came after me. It doesn't make sense just because you had murderous intent."

When it comes to using supernatural powers to perform tricks, most melee skills are almost insignificant in front of Shang Li.

“…”

Cui Lan's vision became completely dark under Shang Li's supernatural power, so his hearing and sense of touch became particularly sensitive.

He could clearly feel the part where the two of them were touching.

Shang Li's bony hands were tightly gripping his wrists, and her soft hair was brushing against his neck and chin, causing a slight itch.

"Didn't you want to continue?" Cui Lan said.

"Then you can refuse." Shang Li smiled in his ear.

Cui Lan couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in his heart at the familiar and gentle voice. He suppressed his embarrassment and kept his tone calm. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, when I met you in the corridor, I had already become a little ugly."

He clearly came here to hunt down others, but ended up getting trapped first, and in the end needed the target to come and rescue him.

This incident was so embarrassing that it would rank among the top three embarrassing things in his life.

“In that case, let’s just throw the jar into the ground.” Cui Lan said.

"No." Shang Li said in a sticky tone.

He raised his head slightly and put his face close to the man in his arms, "Actually, deep down you just want to be with me more."

"…Whatever you say."

Shang Li smiled happily when he heard this.

"Can you tell me something about the time travelers?"

He asked in the most sincere tone, "Xiao Cui, my brain is dull and I don't want to think any more."

The pixel man suddenly appeared in Cui Lan's eyes.

In the pitch-black world, Cui Lan could only see it holding a big pink heart in its hands, with "Love +1" symbols popping up above its head.

“Aren’t you a time traveler yourself?” Cui Lan was somewhat disgusted with the guy in front of him who was flirting with others.

After all, the weird little dolls at home are more adorable.

"I said it wasn't you but you didn't believe me." Shang Li's voice immediately became aggrieved, "Even if I really was, I definitely don't know as much as you do."

Cui Lan remained silent, as if he had made up his mind not to respond.

Seeing this, Shang Li turned his head and briefly pressed his rosy lips against Cui Lan's fair face, which had already turned slightly red. "Kiss~"

“Bang!!”

The moment Cui Lan felt something wet touching his face, the power in his body exploded instantly.

The person on his back flew up directly and banged open the tightly closed emergency door.

Shang Li's feet slid for a long time on the smooth floor, and finally he managed to keep his balance and did not fall directly on his back.

"Thank goodness~"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?"

The movement in the corridor attracted the attention of people in the office on one side.

The tall man in a three-piece suit walked out of the room quickly, and at a glance saw the man in red who turned his head to look at him and the man in black who was walking towards him with a knife in his hand with murderous intent.

Lu Yao: “…”

Following the strong warning from his intuition, he turned around and tried to retreat back to the office.

However, my legs suddenly felt as if they had disappeared, and I could not feel anything. My feet felt empty and I lost my balance.

The dignified Crown Prince Lu Yao (illusion) knelt on his knees in his own territory.

“…”

Lu Yao raised his head silently.

The two men who had just been fighting with each other now stood in front of him, one on the left and one on the right, and looked down at him.

"May I ask who you two are?"

Lu Yao found that he still couldn't stand up, so he could only try his best to maintain his dignity and composure and asked Shang Li and Cui Lan.

"Didn't your prophecy tell you that?"

Hearing this, Cui Lan said sinisterly.

Lu Yao: “?”