Tried again and again, but all showed failure.

"Hmm...... What the hell is a password?" Naoki Natsume thought as he whispered softly.

But the more I sank down and thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, and even finally faced the login page and began to go to God.

Ten years ago, the technical power of web games was not so high, which is like now, and if you make a mistake a few times in the password, you will begin to verify whether you are a robot and whether there is a possibility of number theft.

The bank even has a 24-hour limit if you enter the wrong login password three times.

In this way, he began to settle down, his mind wandering and not knowing where he had flown to, but his fingers were still subconsciously tapping on the keyboard.

Birthday, Enter, Error Displayed.

Hot dry noodles, press enter, display error.

The name of the previous life, enter, shows an error.

"Uh-huh......

He was in a dilemma for a while, and suddenly, after hitting the enter key numbly and hopelessly, the page actually landed in!

"Huh?" He looked slightly stunned.

What did you just type?

He scratched his head, but had forgotten about it.

Almost instinctively, he knocked on F12, and the front end of the information science and engineering discipline was an elective course, but he still listened to every class seriously.

Find the type="passord" field and change the passord to text, and a string of numbers will come into view.

"Look at the format, it should be a string of dates," he looked at the time in front of him, frowning slightly, "And there are only months and days...... Whose birthday is it?"

His first reaction was not his own, but Mao's birthday.

But on closer inspection, it's obvious that it's not.,Although I forgot about the past.,But he still remembers very clearly when Mao had a birthday.。

After all, the two of them celebrated in Tokyo, and although he couldn't remember much at that time, he didn't remember much about it, but he took the trouble to remember the date of that day, and he reminded himself in his memo all the time.

It's not my own, and it's not Mako's......

Senior sister and little rich woman?

Naoki Natsume shook his head, he shouldn't have known his senior sister when he was a child, and although the little rich woman said that she was a netizen when she was a child, she knew her birthday - it was in her personal information on LINE, and it didn't match.

"Who could that be?" He couldn't figure it out for a while, so he simply didn't think about it, anyway, he had a hunch that he would have a chance to know in the future: "It's finally on this game."

This ten-year-old page game now seems crude, and can even be described as inferior.

But this familiar interface and BGM still made him vaguely feel that he might have spent a lot of time in this game.

"Looks like the characters are still there...... Did you like to play MT characters like warriors before?"

Naoki Natsume smiled as he looked at the character in the fancy outfit on the character selection screen.

Just as he was about to click on the character to enter the game, the mouse hovered over the character holding the big sword and did not click on it.

He tilted his head and leaned out from behind his computer to look at the workstation to the right.

Amamiya Chizuru is looking intently at the screen with headphones on.

That guy should still be playing this web game nostalgia, right?

He thought to himself, if he had played this game when he was a child, would he have a good relationship with her? ….

Then she will definitely know if she goes online herself.

Suddenly, he remembered the LINE account he hadn't logged in for a long time, and the tens of thousands of messages on it.

Is it necessary to let her know that she is the netizen she has been looking for for so long?

He still remembers the heavy rain on the road on the outskirts of Sapporo that day, and the ballpoint pen in the café that he carefully wrote on the opinion book.

Especially the interlocking fingers of the sunny weather after the rain at the end can already explain too many problems.

"Let the past be passed." He thought to himself, "Myself and the little rich woman

Affection should begin with the encounter in Akihabara that day."

Probably sensing the sight, Amamiya Chizuru turned her head and met his gaze.

Naoki Natsume smiled slightly, looked at the game character on his screen, and then at Chizuru Amamiya.

The latter frowned slightly.

How does this smile seem to have the satisfaction of watching children grow up or apprentices become teachers?

"Ding Dong!"

A message box pops up on the desktop version of LINE on your desktop.

[Hey, the eyes are too obscene! 】

[I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought of something happy.] His fingers replied.

[What a happy thing, it must be thinking about something astringent, right! ] You look at me like an uncle with bad taste! 】

[Not everyone is interested in your figure...... It's a crime. 】

[I'm an adult! 】

[Okay, long live adulthood.] 】

Naoki Natsume looked at her again, smiled, and closed the chat box.

Amamiya Chizuru snorted lightly and continued to stare at the screen in front of him.

She's taking on a level in the arena.

When a game reaches the end of the lack of new players, it will inevitably become a gradual loss of old players, but it becomes more and more outrageous.

Especially technology.

Open the arena leaderboard and take a look, almost all of them are veterans who pursue extreme operation and concave clearance time.

But no surprise, no matter how skilled the players are, the first place in the whole server is still the role of Amamiya Chizuru.

It's a priest.,The less you wear, the more defensive the nurse.。

There's no way, the money ability is what you look forward to in the page game that is going to the end.

The whole game feels that she is the trust of GM, after all, this equipment has more than 100 million krypton gold according to krypton!

Of course, even the daughter of the richest man would not have so much krypton when she was a child.

She has been in the game one after another in the past ten years, and she has accumulated into what she is now...... The persevering and liver-covered Kryptonite is the most terrifying.

It stands to reason that the arena must be played in pairs, but Amamiya Chizuru has been brushing alone with her nurse, and she is wearing top-notch krypton gold equipment to dominate the whole server.

It stands to reason that such a top priest must be the object of pursuit by the major guilds and even the Sanren, but Amamiya Chizuru refused everyone's invitation to form a team, and also turned a blind eye to the olive branches of all guilds.

Guarding a small broken guild with only two people and the guild president who hasn't been online for ten years, one guard is ten years.

When playing games, Amamiya Chizuru is used to taking off her shoes with both feet and stepping on the stool with ***, as if curled up in the corner and holding her knees, squatting on the chair to play games.

[I have known an old book friend for ten years to recommend to me to chase books, @

Ten years ago, the best piece of equipment - a set of liver-only non-sale, a beautiful flower dress and garland, was a birthday present that her master had spent two months preparing for her.

"Believe me, even if you wear this dress that doesn't have a bonus at all, I will drag you to the top, and when the time comes, you will wear this to take pictures!"

Amamiya Chizuru looked at the last sentence in the game's private message, and tears fell silently.

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