Thanks to "F" children's shoes for 100 starting coins.

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Saying goodbye to Haruka Kishimoto, Lin Yan returned home and stuffed the 270,000 banknotes into the drawer where the coins were placed.

Early the next morning, Lin Yan sat in the classroom, but this time he did not listen to the lecture drowsily, but bit the tip of his pen and lowered his head to ponder something.

Lin Yan found that he really couldn't talk nonsense. Yesterday, after he promised Haruka Kishimoto to write a strategy and a story, he regretted it. It's good to say that the strategy is familiar with the road, and it can be written in a few minutes. But that's a hard story.

Indeed, an excellent game derivative story can enrich the content of the game, and even make up the game. But this is premised, and the premise is excellent, not mediocre.

A mediocre story, Lin Yan can write it with his pen. But what's the use, it's neither pretty-looking nor attractive. This kind of shoddy stuff can only become its own black history in the future.

But how do you write a good story? Lin Yan's teeth bit on the end of the carbon pen and the plastic cap, and he bit out a circle of tooth marks.

The bell rings at the end of class, and the bell rings at class. After repeating this several times, Lin Yan's story has not yet come up with a clue. But instead it was noon, and it was time to eat.

Most of the surrounding students took out their lunch boxes from the table or schoolbag, and Lin Yan was no exception. After his mother came back, Lin Yan didn't have to live a life of eating bread for three meals a day. Material food has been greatly enriched.

Lin Yan's front table was shared with the rest of his classmates to eat. Yuki Sakata dragged his chair and sat down.

The first thing he did when he came over was to look cheap, squeeze his eyebrows, cover his mouth with his hand and whisper, "What happened after Chiba Yuki came to you yesterday?" I've heard...... You're that her? ”

"Which one?" Lin Yan paused with the lid of the lunch box, and he asked. It can't be her own and be seen.

"Ahem." Lin Yan hurriedly cleared his throat and said, "Don't talk nonsense, stain the innocence of other girls." ”

"What innocence? Chiba Yuki said that she knew from you an idea that could save the game club. What does this have to do with her innocence? Don't...... What else is going on between the two of you? ”

Yuki Sakata said seriously.

"Oh, this......" Lin Yan wiped the cold sweat from his head. Because, if things are generally known to Yuki Sakata, it is equivalent to the whole school knowing. It's good that he said about the game club, not that.

"Say it casually, say it casually......" said Lin Yan, who was relieved.

"What exactly are you talking about? You don't know, Chiba Yuki has found a lot of people to help, and the whole school is about to make her miserable. Yuki Sakata said as she shoved the octopus sausage into her mouth.

"She's famous?" Lin Yan listened and asked, feeling that something was not right.

"Xiaoyan, don't you know?" Yuki Sakata had a surprised expression on her face, "The whole school goes up to the teacher and the principal down to the uncle in the classmate's cafeteria, who doesn't know her." Xiaoyan, are you broken? No, you haven't had a fever lately, how can it be bad? ”

Isn't it famous...... Lin Yan thought about it hard, and his memory really didn't have any memories of Yuki Chiba. It's annoying!

According to Yuki Sakata, it is very likely that Yuki Chiba is the granddaughter of the school director or something. Lin Yan sighed in his heart, since his family had direct access to the power center of the school, why couldn't he tolerate a game club.

However, although he thought so, he did not ask.

Asking this "common sense" question will definitely be doubted by Yuki Sakata. Then, he chased after himself and interrogated.

As soon as Lin Yan was silent for a while, Sakata Yuki automatically pushed the topic aside.

He complained, "Xiaoyan, your machine is so attractive. Yesterday after school, I didn't bother to play two games by myself. As a result, I queued for more than an hour before I got a handful. But this one was so fast, it didn't take four minutes. Xiaoyan, your machine is really dark. ”

Lin Yan listened to his complaint and smiled, "You can play a few more." If you play more and have experience, you will play for a long time. Yesterday you must have seen a long time playing. ”

"Hmm. See. Yuki Sakata said excitedly, "That person played so well, it took more than ten minutes to die." That's amazing! However, compared to Xiaoyan, you are still a little worse. ”

Yuki Sakata has also been a little uncomfortable in the past two days. Because, in the past two days, the "magical" machine in front of Amano Electric has spread all over the school through word of mouth. Even because there are many people who go and don't play, they are mystified to the point of "urban legends".

And every time they discussed it next to Yuki Sakata, it made Yuki Sakata feel uncomfortable. He was tempted to raise his hand and shout I know, I know.

However, remembering the appointment with Lin Yan, Yuki Sakata, had to suppress the restlessness in his heart. Forced to listen to the assumptions of people who don't know anything about this machine.

Among them, some people even say that this machine was placed here by aliens. When Yuki Sakata heard this childish conjecture, he smiled slightly, these fools.

This feeling of everyone being drunk and waking up alone even made his heart rise, a trace of pleasure.

After lunch, the afternoon class is in class.

Lin Yan was still holding a pen in his mouth, pondering the story of "Space Invaders". In this vast universe, the earth is nothing more than a drop in the ocean, a speck of dust in the desert.

And where did this octopus-like "Space Invaders" come from, and where did the guarded flying saucer come from?

Space is supposed to be magnificent and secretive. Wouldn't it be too styleless to fight and kill like this?

Lin Yan thought about it for a long time before he started writing.

However, the article was stumbling and really not smooth. After writing a page, Lin Yan read it, what are these things?

He forcefully removed the page from his notebook, rubbed and rubbed it, and crumpled it into a ball.

He grabbed his hair and thought about the science fiction he had read. I can't help but feel a little hopeless. Doesn't it mean that if you are reborn, you don't have to do anything, you just copy the book?

But why can't I? I have obviously seen so many classic science fiction works in my head. I can't even write a backstory for a game.

Lin Yan moved his pen like flying, writing page by page, tearing page by page. In the end, this thick notebook was left with only two cardboard shells at the front and back.

So, until the end of the day's lessons. Not only did Lin Yan not learn anything new, but he didn't even have the first draft of the backstory.

Alas, it seems that I don't have any talent for writing.

Lin Yan really wanted to get something like that with an attribute panel for himself. Be able to visualize the skills you have, so that you can use your energy instead of messing around.

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Try to watch two shifts a day, but I really don't have that ability to do five shifts......