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Lin Yan, under the leadership of Chiba Yuki, came to the club.

In the 80s of the 20th century, Japan was not yet the country that had entered the abyss of aging and declining birthrate. At this time, the school was full of vigor and many students.

Schools even need to build more buildings for so many students. Therefore, it is tantamount to a fool's dream to imagine that today's clubs will have a classroom for club activities in a "abandoned school building" due to the declining birthrate, as they will do in a few decades.

Therefore, Chiba has a club activity room that Nozomi brought Hayashi to come, and it is also a classroom during the day.

Chiba had Sheila open the door, and there were six or seven people sitting scattered in the room. There were several chapters of the table put together, Lin Yan walked over to take a look, and saw a rare boy Xiao Chubby Dun, who was holding the pen with the fingers of a gang of carrots. Drawing something on the paper.

And Lin Yan's gaze was far away, and the classmate against the wall on the side of the classroom was holding a pair of scissors and paper-cutting in his hand. "Click, click", two scissors down, the folded paper flattened, and you can see the indescribable paper-cut latte art.

Lin Yan looked at them one by one, some of them had been shuffling the playing cards to tell their fortunes, and some were playing spinning tops on the classroom floor.

Who are these people......

Lin Yan thought so in his heart, changed his mouth, and said the doubts in his heart. "What kind of club are we?"

"You go out and close the door, it says it." Chiba Yuki's voice is still not quite right, but the content of what he says is still so bad.

Lin Yan walked outside the door and closed the door, and there was a piece of paper on it that was white except for the area covered by the adhesive tape, and the rest of the place was yellowed.

It reads, "Ministry of Games".

It seems that the original soul in this body also likes games. Also, if it weren't for the high degree of compatibility, I wouldn't have been reborn into this body.

Lin Yan opened the door and felt quite kind when he saw the game, and he was happy, and asked, "What games do we have in our club?" ”

Making games, taken literally, has two interpretations.

The first explanation is to play with it. "What kind of games do we do in our club?" The meaning is what kind of game our club plays together.

The second explanation, do, as a system to speak. "What kind of games do we do in our club?" The meaning has also changed to what kind of games our club makes together.

Hayashi asked the second type, while Chiba Yuki replied the second type.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, "Mahjong, the song card, the flower." Sometimes I also play Go. ”

With her words, Lin Yan's mind passed by, "Genius Mahjong Girl", "Song Card Love", "Naruto" and "Dragon Ball", "Chess Soul".

He glanced at the people in the room and looked at them with tentative eyes, trying to judge if there was anyone among them like the heroine in "Genius Plug-in Girl", either not discording, or harmony or blossoming on the ridge.

At the same time, he also looks to see if there is anyone, like the male protagonist in "Song Card Love", who speaks in a Kansai dialect and catches cards quickly.

And the relationship between "Naruto", "Dragon Ball" and Hanaza is probably on the three words "Pig Deer Butterfly".

Flower tie, also known as flower card, flower card. There are forty-eight cards in total, and every four cards make up a month, for a total of twelve months.

There are many combinations in the flower tie, and in one of the games, as long as one person gets the card with the three pictures of "pig, deer, and butterfly", it is considered a win.

And in "Naruto" and "Dragon Ball", there is the term pig deer butterfly, which is influenced by flower cards.

Not to mention the final chess soul, it is a story of a protagonist who has an old grandfather playing chess......

"Then why don't you play now, but do your own thing?" After the pictures crossed his mind, Lin Yan, who came back to his senses, asked.

"That's right...... We are in a big crisis where we want to dissolve the society......"

Chiba Yuki "Let's go, let's go", and finished talking about the cause and effect.

Although Lin Yan is quite tired of the crooked club to disband, such an old-fashioned plot. However, he still understood why the society was disbanded.

Mahjong has a mahjong department, a song card has a song card department, a flower tie has a flower tie department, and Go has a Go department.

A turnip, a pit. Each game has its own competition. In a school, only one club can participate.

In that case, there is no need for the existence of gods and demons in the game department. So, after review, the school decided to dissolve the game department if it didn't do anything more.

"It's easy! Wouldn't it be nice if we made our own game? Lin Yan blurted out.

For him, making a game is really not a difficult task.

"What a big tone, you think you're the author of 'Space Invaders'?" The little chubby dun, who was drawing, raised his head and smiled disdainfully.

I'm really ......

Lin Yan also laughed angrily when he heard that someone looked down on him. However, he didn't want to argue that he was the creator of the game.

If he doesn't believe it, he will let himself prove himself, and what good will he do after proving it?

The adoring gaze of many?

No, no. Even if there is treatment, it is not enjoyment, but trouble.

People who live under the lights are like marionettes. Every move is under the attention of others, which is really tiring and tiring.

Lin Yan is a man who wants to hide in the city and live a leisurely life. However, his wish has the characteristic of seeing the light and dying. As long as he exposes himself, life will not be peaceful.

It's like the female college graduate who pestered herself yesterday.

Seeing Lin Yan smiling and not answering, Little Fat Dun ignored Lin Yan. Continue to lower your head and draw on your own.

"What are you drawing?" Lin Yan leaned over and asked. He had an idea in his head, an idea to save the community. It's about making a game that's fun enough to keep this community alive.

And this process, naturally, cannot be participated by him alone. None of these club members in the classroom want to run, they have to participate.

And, let them generate, it's their own thoughts. It's a game they made with their own command and teamwork.

Lin Yan did this, in fact, it was not selfless and did not ask for anything in return. It's to be able to mix yourself in these people and appear less conspicuous.

When the time comes, they'd better think of themselves as just a pure soy sauce beater. Because, here in Lin Yan, being famous is equal to trouble, and he has a lot of trouble now, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself anymore.

"It's the military commander Toyotomi Hideyoshi!" Chubby didn't even raise his eyelids and said.

"It's a really good drawing." Lin Yan looked at the generals with teeth and claws and slightly more flaws, and couldn't help but admire.

At the same time, he looked at the colorless painting and understood what game to play!

The idea of a game came to his mind and gradually took shape.

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"Made" should be "made", and "made" is another word, but in order to fit the theme of the novel, I still used "made" very modestly.

In addition, I don't know if you like to write like this......