Chapter 12: What kind of magical unfolding is this?

　　The lights were on in the studio, the door was not closed, and there was no doubt someone was working overtime.

　　It is said that the original boss here ran away because of the failure of the game production, and the employees also left.

　　But as it looks now, the studio is still running. Is it a new owner?

　　"Marshmallow is relatively timid, and usually hides when it sees strangers. At most, it takes a walk in the corridor, and it is unlikely to run inside, right?" Running inside, I went in to look for the cat, it would definitely affect people working overtime..."

　　After struggling for a while, Babyface made a decision: "First take a look quietly to see if the marshmallow is in it."

　　She looked around like a thief, but was stunned by the sight in front of her, her chin smashed to the top of her feet.

　　The always timid marshmallow was actually on the leg of a strange man, being rubbed over and over again without resistance!

　　He also clawed at the edge of the table with his front feet, watching people play games!

　　The baby face is sour.

　　Marshmallow, I usually shovel shit and smooth hair, but now you are so kind to a stranger!

　　After labeling Wang Jian "mysterious" in his heart, the baby face took a breath and tapped on the door frame: "Hello..."

　　Wang Jian heard this soft and waxy voice, oh, there was a girl with a tender face standing at the door, looking a little nervous.

　　Babyface quickly explained his purpose: "I'm here to find cotton candy. Oh, cotton candy is the cat in your arms, sorry for causing you trouble..."

　　Wang Jian was a little embarrassed. He licked someone's cat and had to apologize to himself. I felt really sorry.

　　He hurriedly said, "No, no... Marshmallows are very well-behaved and don't cause any trouble at all."

　　Marshmallow seemed to be a little happy with a "meow", and the baby face also had a proud and happy feeling. She smiled so hard that she could not see her eyes, and a cute little dimple appeared on her face.

　　"Actually, I should be thankful. Do you want to sit for a while?" Wang Jian picked up the marshmallow and placed it on the ground, and enthusiastically poured a glass of water from the kettle.

　　The kettle is also a worthless legacy left by the original studio. When Wang Jian was working overtime these days, he took it out to make coffee.

　　Babyface was also a little curious about Wang Jian, who had a good relationship with Marshmallow, so he sat down and started talking with Wang Jian.

　　Through chatting, Wang Jian learned that the baby face's name is Huang Xing, an editor of Flying Bird Culture Media.

　　Flying Bird Reading, operated by Flying Bird Culture Media, is a small platform focusing on female novels, and most of the editors in it are soft girls.

　　They take turns taking care of the marshmallows, and Huang Xing is in charge this month.

　　"The cotton candy is very timid. I have never seen it so close to a stranger. I took care of it for half a month before I became close to it." Huang Xing looked at the cotton that jumped back to Wang Jian's leg. Sugar, a little envious.

　　Wang Jian smiled and scratched Marshmallow's chin, making it roll: "Maybe I'm more attracted to small animals."

　　Huang Xing asked curiously: "By the way, I heard before that your studio boss didn't run away? Why did you stay?"

　　Wang Jiandao: "Well, the previous boss transferred the studio to me. In fact, there is another employee besides me."

　　Huang Xing stuck out her tongue in fright: "I really didn't see it."

　　She didn't ask any further questions.

　　"By the way, what are you doing now? I want to ask you a little favor." Wang Jian suddenly remembered, didn't he still think about finding someone to try it out before? There is not a ready-made person now.

　　Just let Huang Xing come to experience whether "The Devil" is fun and interesting.

　　Although he is very confident in the interestingness of "The Demon King", if a player tells his feelings before it is put on the shelves, he will be more confident.

　　Huang Xing blinked: "No, what's wrong?"

　　Wang Jian explained: "Our studio just finished a new game these days.

I want you to try it out and tell me how you feel. "

　　Huang Xing had a confused expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something and swallowed it back.

　　Did she hear it right?

　　Recently? Just finished making it?

　　Even if she doesn't know much about game production, she knows how unscientific it is for a game to have such a short production cycle.

　　Especially Wang Jian has said before that there are only him and another employee in the current studio.

　　But in the chat with Wang Jian, she felt that Wang Jian did not seem like the kind of bragging person.

　　Huang Xing couldn't imagine what kind of game this was, and said with suspicion: "Uh, then I'll try it..."

　　So Wang Jian asked Huang Xing's mobile phone, connected it to the computer, and transferred a file package of dozens of megabytes.

　　Installed.

　　Huang Xing looked at the newly added icon on her mobile phone. It was the avatar of a young man with a calm expression, looking a little more handsome.

　　"The Demon King hid the holy sword from the brave? The name feels like a light novel from the Sakura Kingdom."

　　Huang Xing's editing career made her subconsciously think of novels.

　　"If it's the title of a novel, this name is quite attractive. The Demon King and the Brave are in conflict and opposition. The Demon King hides the holy sword so that the Brave can't hurt him? But the Demon King doesn't deal with the Brave directly, yes I like the brave, but the brave don't know, love and kill each other?"

　　I have to say that people who are engaged in writing work have big brains.

　　Just a title, Huang Xing made up the outline of a 100,000-word fantasy dog ​​blood BL novel.

　　Click on the game, and a small cutscene appears.

　　The scene is that in the palace, a skeleton face wearing armor and a gay purple robe with "Demon King" printed on his chest is waiting for something in front of the throne.

　　 The bgm sounded, and the solemn trumpet, the joyful electronic organ and the funny flute appeared alternately, with a bit of seriousness in the seriousness.

　　A teenager wearing a headscarf with the word "Yong" appeared, and a text box popped up below.

　　"Demon King... I'm finally here! I'm going to defeat you!"

　　Needless to say, this calm-faced boy is a hero.

　　Huang Xing's doubts were solved a little. It turned out that this was a word game, and it was possible to finish it within a few days.

　　Even so, the production time is still too short, can the quality of the game be guaranteed?

　　And now that word games have long since declined, making word games... I'm afraid there is no future.

　　She has also played some love word games before, but the pictures are all very beautiful and the script is warm and touching.

　　In contrast, the art of "The Demon King" is too simple, exuding an atmosphere of poverty.

　　For example, when the hero attacks the devil, the image of the hero moves to the side of the devil and then comes back, and the expressions and movements remain the same.

　　Without looking at the text in the text box below, you have no idea what's going on.

　　It simply subverted her impression of the exquisite production of word games.

　　Keep looking down.

　　The brave man's sword was cut off on the demon king's armor, so the demon king told the brave man to defeat him only by gathering the holy sword, and threw the brave man into a trial space to find the holy sword.

　　Huang Xing couldn't help but want to complain, what kind of magical development is this!