Many problems are said to be about emotional intelligence, but in the final analysis it is still a matter of experience.
Just like playing games.
The reason why a master with great skills is so great may be his talent, which determines the upper limit of his height. But whether you can reach your personal bottleneck ultimately depends on the experience accumulated through repeated operations.
Just like the old man in the Chinese textbook who looks at the copper coins, there is no other but familiarity.
After saying so much, Hao Yun didn't want to defend himself, but he just felt a little emotional in his heart.
If only I hadn't played so many games in my previous life, and used the wasted time to talk to more girlfriends. In this way, if you meet the person you like in this life, you won't be able to meet your eyes and not know where to start the conversation.
Is this the reason why he hasn't had any luck for so long after using that peach blossom card
In a hotpot restaurant.
The waiter brought up the bottom of the hot pot.
Because the senior sister can't eat spicy food, and Hao Yun himself doesn't like spicy food, so the two of them ordered the mandarin duck pot.
Looking at the senior who secretly stole a quail egg from the hot pot, rinsed it with water and threw it into her mouth, but her lips were red and her eyes were filled with tears. Hao Yun looked helplessly and asked the waiter for a glass of warm water. passed.
"It will be better if you drink more water."
"Ahem, thank you, thank you."
Lin Mengmeng took the water glass with a blushing face, took a sip and stared at the clear water in the glass for a while, then suddenly spoke.
"Speaking of which, do you know how to play the games you made?"
"Basically, I can play for a while, what's wrong?"
"nothing."
That shy expression clearly didn't look like it was nothing.
Just when Hao Yun was hesitating whether to ask further questions, Lin Mengmeng suddenly seemed to have made up his mind and looked at him and asked seriously.
"Then you chose Xiaoxue or Yu'er in the end."
Hao Yun: "..."
What kind of problem is this
When I played Tianzhihen back then, if I remember correctly, Hao Yun seemed to have just entered junior high school, and he played it in the computer class of junior high school. The version he played was not the quasi-AAA masterpiece now released by Yunmeng Games.
If I remember correctly, I seemed to have achieved both endings at that time.
After struggling for a while, Hao Yun answered helplessly.
"...Isn't it common sense to clear a game with two endings like this twice?"
Obviously not getting the answer he wanted to ask, Lin Mengmeng asked in hot pursuit.
"Then let me ask another question, which one do you like more, Xiaoxue or Yu'er?"
Which one you like more is okay.
To be honest, Hao Yun's impression of these two characters has faded over time, and he really can't decide which one he likes more.
Seeing that Hao Yun didn't answer him for a long time, Lin Mengmeng poked the fish tofu in the bowl with chopsticks, turned his lower lip, and said gloomily.
"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. You men must all be of the same virtue. You eat from the bowl and look at the pot. You want both."
Hao Yun: "..."
That’s right to say…
Who the hell is playing a game and bringing it into reality
There are four dog men per player in Love and Producer, so the Otome-oriented game is not the same. However, there is one thing to say. When he cleared Sky Trace, he was young and ignorant and really thought that it would be great if there was a perfect ending.
Looking at Lin Mengmeng pouting there, Hao Yun thought for a while, sighed and said.
"Actually, I don't want them all. The reason why I feel entangled, hesitant, and feel uneasy is just that the two characters correspond to two unresolved regrets."
"Pity?"
Hao Yun sighed and said.
"Well, one is like the white moonlight in front of the window, and the other is like the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. No matter who you choose in the end, you will definitely have regrets."
"But it's okay for me. After all, I made the game."
"I had read the complete script before it was put on the shelves, and the ending was already expected..."
…
After dinner.
Hao Yun first sent his senior sister back to the dormitory, and then walked back to the men's dormitory alone, thinking about something while walking.
When he was talking about Bai Yueguang and Cinnabar Moles, a familiar yet unfamiliar melody vaguely swirled in his mind, but no matter how much he recalled it, he could not recall the specific thing.
This kind of feeling, which could not be described as a sense of déjà vu or inspiration, appeared more and more frequently after his talent level reached mastery.
It's like the lock sealing the memory has come loose...
Realizing this, Hao Yun was of course extremely excited.
Now he has achieved such amazing achievements and wealth just by relying on the memory fragments obtained from the system. If he could completely recall the memories of his previous life and cooperate with the talent rewards given by the system, wouldn't he be invincible
Return to the dormitory.
After closing the door, Hao Yun picked up the remote control and turned on the air conditioner.
At this time, he suddenly noticed that the bed of Brother Ziyuan next door had been made up, and there was a guitar and an open suitcase lying next to the chair.
"Did you come back in the afternoon?"
If I remember correctly, this place was still empty at noon.
Thinking that he was bored anyway, Hao Yun casually picked up the guitar leaning against the chair, put it on his knees and tuned the strings.
The memories scattered like fragments passed through the opaque fog in an instant.
Almost subconsciously, he gently plucked the strings and hummed the familiar tune in a low voice, as well as the lyrics that were familiar but could not be completely recalled.
"The ballads of the past..."
"It's all wrapped around my fingertips."
"The unobtainable beauty."
"Always scratching my heart..."
The long guitar sound flows with the singing, like a clear spring flowing through the cracks in the rocks.
However, what Hao Yun could recall was only such a small part.
The memory covered with a thin veil was like an air-dried sponge. No matter how hard he tried to squeeze it out, he couldn't squeeze out any more. Even the small part he recalled made him feel like he had been hollowed out.
"Then... how are you singing?"
Hao Yun shook his head with some trouble, and finally stopped plucking the strings. If he continued to play, he would just repeat this section over and over again. He really couldn't remember the melody or lyrics at all.
However, it was not all nothing for him.
Being able to recall a little bit at least shows that the blockade of memory is not absolute.
As I accumulate more and more attribute points, sooner or later the shackles on my memory will loosen to the point where I can be pried open. Who knows, one day I will be able to remember everything about my previous life.
Put down the guitar in his hand.
However, at this moment, Hao Yun suddenly noticed that the door of the dormitory had opened a crack. Brother Ziyuan, who had returned from dinner, was standing at the door, with obvious surprise and surprise written on his expressionless face.
Meeting that gaze, Hao Yun smiled sheepishly, coughed dryly and said.
"I'm sorry, I took your stuff without permission."
"It's okay," Liang Ziyuan shook his head, stared at Hao Yun for a while, and suddenly said coldly, "Actually, there is something I have always wanted to ask you."
Confused by this serious expression, Hao Yun swallowed and asked.
"whats the matter?"
Brother Ziyuan looked serious.
"Actually, you just don't know where to start... right?"