Millennium 2000, the earth enters the age of gods and demons

Chapter 16
"'Wrong' fell?"

"Who's 'wrong' are you talking about? What does it matter how I answer?"

Zhang Xiaoyu was baffled by the non-questionable answer, so he hurriedly asked again in his heart.

But the voice in my head seemed to be touched, and there was no sound for a long time.

"Then who are you? Why can you talk to me? What do you mean by hate?"

Zhang Xiaoyu really had too many questions in his heart, and he asked questions one after another in his heart like a cannonball.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm Zhang Xiaoyu!"

Zhang Xiaoyu answered immediately in his heart, this was the second time he heard such a question.

"Hehe~"

A chuckle came from his mind, but he didn't give Zhang Xiaoyu an explanation, because he knew it was useless.

Zhang Xiaoyu was a little annoyed that he didn't get a real answer.

"Why do so many people like to speak in half, and don't speak clearly? Let me make wild guesses. I am confused by you. You are simply inexplicable! It's so annoying!"

Zhang Xiaoyu feels that he is a person who doesn't like to use his brain very much, and he hates being teased by others.

"You either tell it all, or you don't tell it at all!"

Zhang Xiaoyu said angrily in her heart, and at the same time made up her mind not to ignore the voice in her head.

"Do you want. want. power.?"

Just when he was about to give up, the voice uttered a word, which immediately attracted Zhang Xiaoyu's attention.

strength!

Isn't strength something that Zhang Xiaoyu has long been elusive and elusive?
How could he not want power!
He wants power in his dreams!

With power, he can do whatever he wants, no longer work for others, and no longer subconsciously feel inferior when he sees unattainable people!

"Yes, of course!"

Zhang Xiaoyu replied excitedly, at this moment Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care who the voice in his head was.

Even if it is a demon, he doesn't care, as long as it can bring him strength, he doesn't care.

"Aren't power and money the things that everyone in this world is striving for?"

He found excuses or reasons for himself in his heart to convince himself.

Convincing myself that I am just a member of the general public and all living beings, and I also have selfishness and desires, so I don't care if the voice is a demon or not.

"Then you. Go. Find. Find. Hate!"

The voice was intermittent, as if he had lost the strength to support him to speak, and slowly fell into a deep sleep without any movement.

"Hate? What do you mean? A person's emotion? Where do I find it?"

Zhang Xiaoyu asked hurriedly in her heart, but she never got any reply.

"Hate, how do I find it? Is it my own hatred? Or the hatred of others? Or the hatred that has nothing to do with me?"

Zhang Xiaoyu finally saw the hope of strength, he hurried out of the skill department, wandered aimlessly in the workshop, thinking in his mind.

He always has a habit, when encountering things that he can't figure out, he likes to walk back and forth slowly while thinking slowly, and sometimes he will find the answer in a flash of inspiration.

At this time, he was like this. He couldn't sit still in the skill department at all, so he came out, trying to catch that sliver of inspiration.

"I can only try with Lao Xu first. He was criticized just now. With his character, he will definitely blame me. I wonder if he can provide me with 'hate'."

Zhang Xiaoyu thought in her heart, I don't hate anyone now, and no one is worthy of my hatred.

It is estimated that no one hates me, only the sharp-mouthed Xu has this possibility, so I decided to try my luck with Lao Xu.

As he walked, he saw Jian Zui Xu sitting in his seat, with his head raised, looking listless.

Zhang Xiaoyu deliberately walked towards Old Xu, striding back and forth in front of Old Xu, trying to attract Old Xu's attention, pretending to be dead, as if saying:
"Come on, hit me, there's plenty of time anyway!"

But Lao Xu, who was criticized, didn't notice the cheap Zhang Xiaoyu at all.

Zhang Xiaoyu became ruthless for the sake of strength.

"Cough! Cough!"

He purposely hummed twice to attract Old Xu's attention first, but sure enough Old Xu raised his head, glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, and then ignored him.

Jianzui Xu couldn't be in the mood to care about a brat at this time, he was heartbroken about his own performance.

Being asked to write an inspection letter means admitting that I have neglected my duties. Since I have neglected my duties, the one-year performance appraisal will also be stained.

"Director Xu, have you checked your writing? Alas, I'm so miserable. I won't be promoted for two months!"

Zhang Xiaoyu spoke suddenly. He pretended to be a fellow sufferer, and used words to pretend to complain about his own sadness, but the real thing stimulated the sharp-mouthed Xu, wanting to poke his sore spots.

But Lao Xu didn't respond, and Zhang Xiaoyu didn't feel any hatred.

For the sake of strength, Zhang Xiaoyu, who decided to fight hard, continued to be fierce, and he said ironically.

"The boss is very kind to you, the supervisor. He even deducts your performance and doesn't give you a salary increase. It's not like I have to wait two months to get promoted. I'm really unlucky!"

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu is extremely bold. How dare he treat the white-clothed manager who was under the control of him before?

Everything is for hate, for strength, with strength he can control his own destiny, so Zhang Xiaoyu fought hard.

"Old Xu, didn't you say that the technical department took full responsibility in the morning? Haha, why is it the other way around now? Hahaha!"

Zhang Xiaoyu is really enough, as the saying goes, you don't slap someone in the face, and you don't expose your faults.

In fact, he didn't want to offend Old Xu like this, but when he thought of the way that the sharp-mouthed Xu had acted like a villain before Sister Ping and the boss, he felt a little itchy.

At this time, in order to gain strength, he can only make a bad move first, and say sorry later.

Old Xu was finally irritated by Zhang Xiaoyu's nonsense words. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slapped the table with his big hand, stood up, pointed at Zhang Xiaoyu and said loudly:
"Zhang Xiaoyu! What are you? How dare you talk to me like that!"

Zhang Xiaoyu was embarrassed. Originally, he just wanted the two of them to experiment quietly, and Lao Xu's office was far away from other people, so he wouldn't attract attention.

At this time, Lao Xu's movement caused other people to look sideways, looking at the two of them like monkeys.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't stand it any longer, no matter whether he hated it or not, his face turned red and he turned and walked away quickly.

"It's a shame this time, it's a big shame, damn hate, where should I find it?"

Zhang Xiaoyu, who covered his face and fled, began to think again.

In the next few days, Zhang Xiaoyu kept running around all kinds of disputes and noisy places during the day and night, but found nothing.

He was finally disappointed, he couldn't find hatred, he tried all methods, except himself.

But how should he hate a person?
Where did that hated object come from?

He who let go of his hatred once told himself that he would not waste time on people who are not worth it.

In his life, there will be no annoying people.

So if he wanted him to hate someone, he was completely powerless, and he tried to contact the voice in his head, but he couldn't get an answer, so he finally gave up.

(End of this chapter)