Help!Shang Lian Zong was captured by a paper man

Chapter 31 You Are Awesome
[How to write purple characters with a blue pen? 】

What the hell?

do it again?
Jiang Luo frowned in thought.

Yan Zihe also hesitated and did not answer.

Black and white.

The same problem.

and many more……

Is it...

Rushing forward, Jiang Luo replied: "It is to write the word 'Zi'!"

Bingo!

bingo.

It turned out to be the case.

Black and white buttons represent different perspectives.

White represents regular problem solving.

Black represents unconventional thinking.

Matching black and white creates this diverse world.

She and Yan Zihe gave different answers to the same question.

And their answers put together, is the whole picture, is the completeness.

Jiang Luo nodded silently, the game designer is quite philosophical.

(Game designer: Actually, I didn't think that much.)
No longer just being a spectator, Jiang Luo was a little proud of being able to show the highlight moment: "Sorry, I stole your halo."

Three points willful, seven points playful, constitute Luo Luo.

Lovely Luoluo.

The edge of the playground blends with the sunset, and the whole field of vision is a romantic orange-pink.

Yan Zihe's brows and eyes drooped softly, as if a layer of tulle was covering his face.

There were soft light spots fluctuating in his clear eyes, and with a smile on his lips, he called softly, "Luoluo."

Jiang Luo held back his rippling complacency, "Huh?"

Yan Zihe said calmly: "You are amazing, you have read many books and have profound knowledge."

Isn't this... her word?
Humph.

It must be shabby for her.

Humph.

Ignore him.

Continue to answer questions.

The remaining questions are also consistent with the previous chapter.

This time it was Jiang Luo who answered.

Jiang Luo is quite talented in answering brain teasers, and the two passed the level smoothly.

Back to the original scene.

They were in the middle of the playground, and as soon as they stood still, there was a "jingle clang" sound at their feet.

Looking down, it was a square iron box, with large areas of rust and reddish brown after oxidation.

Click on the iron box, no response.

Isn't it a prop?

What would that be?

Zoom in on the screen, if you don't see it, zoom in again, and take a closer look.

"Hello..."

"Mom!"

The sudden greeting startled Jiang Luo.

The phone popped out of the palm like a hot potato and fell on the carpet.

"I'm Eric."

The mechanical sound was still coming, mixed with... Yan Zihe's sneer.

Yan Zihe asked: "Are you afraid?"

Jiang Luo gritted her teeth: "...No."

Picking up the phone sideways, she looked at it with lingering fear.

The iron box gave birth to a pair of hands and feet, and it was shaking from side to side on the ground, talking at the same time: "Eric will accompany you to complete the next adventure, the end is coming, you... are the chosen children of the world, the world will change because of you... ..."

Jiang Luo pursed her lips.

This line is inexplicably familiar...

Yan Zihe also stared at Eric with a thoughtful expression.
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With Eric's company, the adventure journey becomes more and more interesting.

Every time the chapter ends and Luoluo stands shoulder to shoulder with Yan Zihe, Eric's body will emit love bubbles and play music.

However, each song only released one sentence, and then went directly to the next one.

Once, Jiang Luo couldn't bear it anymore and asked: "Why do you want to cut the song?"

Eric replied: "Because of the copyright."

Jiang Luo was speechless.

In those few days, she had no new job, so she stayed at home, lying on the bed and playing games on the sofa.

Accompanied by Yan Zihe and the cute robot Eric, they spent a happy and leisurely day.

The last job before the Spring Festival is the dinner party led by sister Lily, and I met in advance with the love drama CP who will be recording at the beginning of the year.

Unfortunately, the mysterious Mr. He Ziyan still did not appear.

While listening to Lin Heng, Lily and Ji Bei chatting about the world, Jiang Luo thought about one thing in his mind——

He Ziyan, Yan Zihe, the names of mirror images.

Yan Zihe was a little dark-bellied, but overall, he was gentle and polite.

As for this He Ziyan, judging from his refusal to meet, he is probably a cold and distant person.

Tut tut.Even the temperament is opposite.

After the dinner, at the entrance of the restaurant, Ji Bei told Sister Lily and Jiang Luo in every possible way: "Our family, He Ziyan, specializes in technology, and he is really cold and unenthusiastic. I hope the two sisters will take care of them."

Taking care of He Ziyan is far from enough, and Jiang Luo himself is still struggling to climb up.

However, she didn't refute, just nodded in agreement.

After accepting Ji Bei's task of "taking care of He Ziyan", on the way back, Jiang Luo received another instruction from Lin Heng: When on vacation, you must also ensure that the frequency of a Weibo update is every 2 days.

The previous several exposures have added some heat to her, and the winter photo has also received a good response.

Everything is getting better.

"Brother Xiao Lin, then I'll go back first." Standing on the side of the road, Jiang Luo opened the door of the taxi and was about to get in the car.

Lin Heng called her to stop: "Luoluo."

Jiang Luo stopped and turned to look at him.

The spring walk on a winter night is still bustling, the neon lights are hanging high, and the long street is full of brilliance.

Standing in the halo of the street lamp, Lin Heng's face was slightly flushed with drunkenness.

He said, "Luoluo, will it get better next year?"

Hearing this, Jiang Luo's heart skipped a beat.

She hadn't drunk, and her head was sober because of the bitter wind, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that she was drunk, and she was so drunk that she just wanted to say something arrogant: "It will be fine! Brother Xiao Lin, everything will be fine!"

The voice is soft and sweet, but it can walk firmly in the chill.

Sitting in the car, turning his head to browse the beautiful scenery of the city, Jiang Luo whispered in his heart: It will be fine.It will be fine.

Because... I have a morning star.
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The Spring Festival is coming.

It seems that a bright red wind blows overnight, spreading bright colors in the world.

Jiang Luo's family was in a third-tier city near Chunxing, her parents were just ordinary workers, and the family didn't have any literary blood, so when she came here, she somehow changed.

She usually lives alone in Chunxing, and even though she hadn't received a job in the past six months, she didn't go back to her parents' residence.It's because I don't want to make my family worry in vain.

Now that she returns home during the holidays, she can't wait to stick her head behind her mother, chattering in front of her parents all the time, like a lively little sparrow.

Of course, "Doomsday Love" was completely left behind.

—[He]—

19: 00.

"Dong dong dong."

When the knock on the door rang, He Ziyan was looking at the information of the certain technology company.

That is the production company of "Doomsday Love".

He has too many doubts about this game.

First of all, he and Yan Zihe are extremely similar in appearance.

Secondly, Ji Bei and Song Ming are exactly the same.

In the end, a new robot appeared with the same name as his AI system, both named Eric.

Is it all a coincidence?
"Come in." He called without looking up.

"Yanyan." The woman who pushed the door and entered was wearing a set of home clothes. Although she was fifty, she still looked enchanting and had a good face. She was He Ziyan's mother, and Zheng Man, the former actress of the Three Materials.

Putting the milk on the table, Zheng Man sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling, "Lulu called me just now."

Lulu, Xu Lu, two years younger than He Ziyan, is the daughter of He's father's business partner's family. Since she was a child, she loved to chase after He Ziyan, and her life seemed to be pursuing He Ziyan as her goal.

Xu Lu called Zheng Man, there must be nothing good.

He Ziyan responded lukewarmly, "Oh."

　He Ziyan: I am sincere.

　　I owe 1 chapter and make it up tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)