Tokyo's Gentleman Story

Like poetry, senxia and Qianjia also stayed up for the night.

But they're not playing games.

They were discussing business all night.

How to make this webpage game out, this is the biggest topic that two people discuss.

But during the discussion, they talked about the game with the highest degree of freedom on the market called "beautiful new world".

Even for shire, it is actually very meaningful, because in this game, a lot of content is created by the players themselves.

Who knows more about themselves than the players themselves?

The content that is loved by players can be preserved in the game.

Of course, the game "beautiful new world" can not represent the masses of the people, because the game is actually a game that does not count as the public.

Because the game is for word players, there are many places where the game needs brain toning. If you don't have enough brain power, you won't be able to play. Even so, in this game, many people use various mods to strengthen the interface before starting to play, otherwise many people really can't stand it.

But even so, for the web game, "beautiful new world" game is still very valuable, because this game and the type of web game are very close.

Of course, there are a lot of content related to web games in senxia's mind, but senxia knows that those games may not be suitable for the current era. On the contrary, the old-fashioned online text games can be used for reference.

Therefore, Sen Xia decided to select some works with high popularity in this game to refer to.

Some of these works are UI, some are playing methods, and some are plots.

When Shiyin came in, what senxia and Qianjia were playing with was an interesting copy made by a player.

After saying so much, the simplest meaning is that everything is a misunderstanding.

When the poem roared in, the scene was once in an awkward situation.

"Poetic sound? What can I do for you Qian Jia looks at her sister.

“……”

The poem didn't speak. At this moment, her cheek was red.

"Well It's rude! "

The girl quickly retreated, and she was ready to run.

However, at this time, the collar of poetic sound was directly seized by Qianjia.

"Whoa! Let go of me, let go of me The sound of the poem is wailing.

"Ah, la la la, Shi Yin, you just burst in. Do you think senxia Jun and I are doing something strange?"

Hearing Qianjia's words, the original struggling poetic sound froze in an instant, as if the whole person was pressed the pause button, and then it stopped moving.

"This That... "

The face of the poem became very delicate.

But this self confessed look, has explained everything.

Well, that's right. The rhyme of the poem is really wrong.

"It seems that you are really thinking about strange things?" Qian Jia narrowed her eyes.

"My sister is here again..." And the senxia here saw Qianjia's appearance and knew it immediately. Qian Jia's evil taste of bullying broke out.

Originally, Qianjia's taste often appears in Lihua's body, but today, senxia knows that her evil taste is applicable to aunt Cough, it's from my sister sang.

Obviously, it is not the first time that Qianjia is so skilled.

"Yes, it's not! Who says your bathrobes are on the ground! What's more, he said such lines that are easy to be misunderstood! "

Well, it's just the opposite of Lihua.

"Cough, that bathrobe is what we plan to wear when we go to the hot spring later." Senxia had to come out and explain, "well, after all, we've been discussing business for so long, so I'm going to relax a little bit."

Senxia and Qianjia discussed for a night, although the physical consumption is not big, but the brain energy consumption is really some fierce.

So senxia also took out the bathrobe, prepared to consult the game with Qianjia, then went to the hot spring to have a bath and rest.

"It's you who get up so early and sneak Wait a minute. " Qian Jia goes to the front of the poem and looks at her sister.

She pinched the face of the poem with both hands, and then shook the horse tail that grasped the poem.

Then, Qian Jia came to the side of the poem and sniffed.

"Huh?"

Qianjia was so sniffed that the poetic sound suddenly blew up, and she quickly stepped back two steps.

“…… You, "Qian Jia narrowed her eyes.

"I What's wrong with me? " Poetic sound looks at her sister with a guilty heart. Her eyes are wandering and her eyes are wandering."I should not..." Looking at the sound of the poem, Qian Jia seems to be thinking about something.

And poetry sounds like a cat whose tail has always been guessed. She shook her head quickly, and her body began to shake.

She waved her hands, and in her eyes she said, "no, I'm not, I'm not!"

"Won't you stay up late, too?"

“…… Ah? "

The sound of the poem had already been completely flustered. After hearing Qianjia's words, she seemed to react, and the whole person seemed to be relieved.

Worthy of being a sister, Qian Jia saw through the flustered poem sound at a glance.

Senxia in exclamation, but also some curiosity: just stay up late, is it necessary to be so flustered?

Or is this so-called staying up late is just a sign language, actually it is a kind of unspeakable thing between the two sisters.

Ah, ah, this possibility should not be.

Maybe it was the relationship between gentlemen's game all night. Now, Sonia's head is full of things related to gentlemen.

"Last night, your hair was thick, and your eyes were so black." Qianjia smiles at the poetic sound, which seems to see through all the expression, so that the whole person is not good.

"I I stayed up late... " The sound of the poem lowered its head.

"Mm-hmm." After hearing Shi Yin admit to staying up late, Qianjia just smiles, "are you tired now. How about going to the hot spring together? "

"This Well, hi

Shi Yin originally wanted to refuse, but Qianjia's kind eyes made her unable to say no, so she had to admit it.

After seeing the poem's acceptance, Qianjia's face finally showed a smile: "Ouxi, that's all right - senxia Jun, you should have a rest first, take a bath in the hot spring together, have a breakfast, and then go to have a rest."

"Hi." Senxia answered.

“…… It must have been saved? " The poetry is also relieved

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