"I'm sorry, I'm busy with things in reality, so I'll talk later." Jia Meng, who was obviously bored, deliberately made excuses for prevarication.
In order to make this excuse appear flawless, Jia Meng clicked on the game settings and opted out of the game.
She thought that maybe only by going offline can the great demon Jianxin's interest in teasing her in all kinds of ways can be temporarily extinguished.
At first, she eagerly yearned for the blood and passion that could be found in the mobile game "Illusion". After meeting Jianxin, everything turned into fright and panic.
Jianxin is like her hit nemesis. From the moment he met him, Jia Meng was played between the palms of his arms like a marionette. He is so smart and keen, Jia Meng is a little bit small. His mind can be seen in full view.
Jia Meng's original heart that wanted to fight was already powerless.
The most nonsense is that, next, Jia Meng even waited for a piece of sales deed from Jian Xin with a nervous and curious heart.
Jia Meng picked up the phone, only to realize that because he had been playing games while plugging in the charging head for several days, it was already burning like a charcoal fire in his hand. Jia Meng tried to put the phone screen on his face. I actually felt the delicate skin creaking.
This makes Jia dream of a problem that worries the country and the people: The quality of mobile games may be close to that of mobile games, but the battery life and heat dissipation capacity of the smartphone may be the most important problem to be solved.
She shook her head, smiled, and sighed: "Anyway, I can only be an ordinary gamer. Why do I worry about so much!"
Jia Meng, who has been immersed in the game for many days, wants to do the most thing at this time, is just to breathe and calm his mood.
She opened the locked door, leaned on the stairs, and walked to the hall step by step. She felt her feet heavy, like an old woman staggering.
Aunt Liu, who was in a hurry, had already left the house. Jia Meng leaned on the cold leather sofa and looked up at the heavy crystal lamp on the ceiling. She wanted to draw the bleeding sword and used Zhanying’s "Volley Slash" skill. The urge to chop it off.
Jia Meng looked out the window and saw the big trees in the courtyard, as well as the white marble round table and stone benches. Suddenly, he had the urge to read quietly. She got up and came to the large floor-standing bookshelf, again looking at the dazzling array of books.
A book called "The Art of Game Design" caught her eye. Jia Meng took it off on tiptoes, held it in his hand, opened the door of the room, and walked to the yard.
She caught a glimpse of the security guard standing at the door. In the sun, his profile looked tanned, but his eyes could keep looking forward motionless, as if he was wearing invisible invisible sunglasses. .
Jia Meng wanted to walk to the door and say hello to him, and even wanted to invite him into the house to rest. But thinking of the conversation between Jia Tianming, Li and him that day, Jia Meng still had lingering fears and had to give up.
The distance between her and the security guards was only a short distance away, but they were like people from two worlds, not only did not say a word, but they did not even make eye contact.
Jia Meng put the book on the round table, sitting on the stone bench under the big tree, opening the book and looking.
But after a while, the security guard who was willing to say a word to him suddenly heard his voice from outside the gate: "You are the food delivery person of the Thunder Hotel, right?"
"Yes!" a loud man replied.
Who is this? Jia Meng closed the book and turned his head to look towards the gate subconsciously.
A man dressed in a cyan T-shirt and a peaked cap appeared in front of him pushing an electric car. Behind the car was a dining box. He seemed to know that it was dressed as a delivery boy.
It was mid-afternoon, and Jia Meng, who had just eaten a full plate of lunch, had no appetite to think about dinner, but at this time, why did someone deliver the meal again
Jia Meng was suspicious and continued to look at them.
"You go in now and deliver the food to the table in the hall as you like," the security guard said seriously, his tone sounding like instructions, "Get out as soon as possible, don't stay."
"Ok". The food delivery person also responded simply, without saying a word.
The security guard took out the paper towel from his pocket, stretched out his right index finger to wipe vigorously, and then unlocked the sensor area by pressing the iron door with his fingerprint.
With a bang, the big iron door opened, and the food delivery boy walked over carrying the bulging dining box. He has thick and unadorned eyebrows, and his eyes are bright and energetic. His eyes are on Jia Meng’s face. The corners of his mouth carry the signature smile of service industry personnel.
Jia Meng lowered his head, raised his eyes to see him, and felt a breeze blowing on his face, which slightly swept away his unpleasant mood.
She picked up the book that she had not had time to read carefully in the future, walked to the door of the house in small steps, and hurriedly opened the door to the food delivery man.
After entering the door, the delivery boy did not go straight to the table, but paid attention to the book in Jia Meng's hands and said to her, "Do you like this book? I have read it too."
"I just flipped through it casually." Although the first impression brought by the food delivery boy to Jia Meng was good, Jia Meng didn't want to have too many unnecessary exchanges with him.
"The book "The Art of Game Design" looks at the game from the perspective of a game designer, and analyzes the game from multiple perspectives such as game mechanics, combat experience, career settings, and plot design. The simple response state of the outside and the security guard suddenly began to talk, "But the thing that touched me the most is that it made me understand that the ultimate goal of game design is to bring players a wonderful experience at the spiritual level."
Jia Meng was moved by his witty words, she couldn't help but raised her head, looked at his face seriously, and nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what to say.
The food delivery boy scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, and continued: "If you are a gamer who loves games, you will definitely fall in love with this book!"
"I am more than just a love of games? I am simply addicted to games!" Jia Meng almost blurted out these words, revealing his state of addiction to the Internet.
Fortunately, the reason she has always been cautious in words and deeds has not been defeated by this distinctive meal delivery boy, but she replied indifferently: "I will try to read this book. Thank you."
The delivery boy looked at Jia Meng's slightly awkward face, gave her a knowing smile, and showed her neat and clean teeth.
He stopped talking, and hurriedly walked to the dining table, took out the food in the dining box box by box, and placed them neatly. After a while, the empty dining table became like a full-fledged banquet. And the exquisite dishes are full.
"I can't eat so much!" Jia Meng couldn't help but say it.
"I was only ordered to deliver the meal, you can enjoy it slowly." The delivery boy said.