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The studio lights were on, and the door was open, undoubtedly someone was working overtime.

It was said that the original boss ran away due to a failed game production, and the employees also left.

But looking at the current situation, the studio is still operating. Has it changed owners?

"Marshmallow is quite timid and usually hides when it sees strangers. At most, it just strolls in the corridor, it's unlikely to run inside, right?" The baby-faced girl stood by the glass door, feeling uneasy, "If it really ran inside, me going in to find the cat will definitely affect people's overtime..."

After hesitating for a while, the baby-faced girl made a decision: "Let's sneak a peek first to see if Marshmallow is inside."

She peeked in like a thief, but was stunned by the scene before her, her jaw almost dropping to the floor.

The usually timid Marshmallow was actually on a strange man's lap, being petted over and over again without any resistance!

It even used its front paws to hold onto the edge of the table, watching him play games!

The baby-faced girl felt a pang of jealousy.

Marshmallow, I usually scoop your poop and groom you, and now you're so affectionate to a stranger!

After labeling Wang Jian as "mysterious and unpredictable" in her mind, the baby-faced girl took a breath and gently knocked on the door frame: "Hello..."

Hearing this soft and sweet voice, Wang Jian thought, wow, there's a girl with a very tender face standing at the door, looking a bit nervous.

The baby-faced girl quickly explained her intentions: "I'm here to find Marshmallow. Oh, Marshmallow is that cat in your arms, sorry for the trouble..."

Wang Jian felt a little embarrassed. He petted someone else's cat, and they're apologizing to him, he really felt bad about it.

He quickly said: "No, no... Marshmallow is very well-behaved and doesn't cause any trouble at all."

Marshmallow seemed to happily "miao" once, and the baby-faced girl also felt a sense of pride, smiling so wide that her eyes disappeared, revealing a cute little dimple on her face.

"Actually, I should be the one thanking you. Would you like to sit for a while?" Wang Jian picked up Marshmallow and put it on the ground, enthusiastically pouring a glass of water from the kettle.

The kettle was also a cheap legacy left by the original studio. Wang Jian took it out these days when working overtime to make coffee.

The baby-faced girl was also a little curious about Wang Jian, who had a good relationship with Marshmallow, so she went along with the situation and sat down, chatting with Wang Jian.

Through the chat, Wang Jian learned that the baby-faced girl's name was Huang Xing, and she was an editor at Flying Bird Culture Media.

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

Marshmallow is taken care of by them in turns, and Huang Xing is responsible for it this month.

"Marshmallow is very timid, I've never seen it so close to a stranger. It took me half a month to get close to it." Huang Xing looked at Marshmallow jumping back onto Wang Jian's lap, feeling a little envious.

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

Huang Xing asked curiously: "By the way, I heard before that your studio boss ran away? How come you're the only one left?"

Wang Jian said: "Well, the previous boss transferred the studio to me. Actually, there is another employee."

Huang Xing stuck out her tongue in fright: "I really couldn't tell."

She didn't ask any further questions.

"By the way, are you busy right now? I want to ask you for a small favor." Wang Jian suddenly remembered, wasn't he thinking about finding someone to try out the game? Now there's someone right here.

It's just right to let Huang Xing experience whether 'Demon King' is fun and interesting.

Although he was very confident in the fun of 'Demon King', if a player told him their feelings before it went on the shelves, his confidence would be even greater.

Huang Xing blinked her eyes: "No, what's up?"

Wang Jian explained: "Our studio has just finished making a new game these days, and I want you to try it out and tell me your feelings."

Huang Xing had a blank expression on her face, seeming to want to say something but swallowing it back.

She didn't hear wrong, right?

These days? Just finished making it?

Even if she doesn't know much about game production, she knows how unscientific it is for a game to be made in such a short period of time.

Especially since Wang Jian 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 didn't seem like the kind of person who brags randomly.

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

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

Installation completed.

Huang Xing looked at the new icon on her phone, it was an avatar of a calm-looking teenager, looking a little handsome.

"Demon King Hid the Holy Sword from the Hero? This name has the feeling of a Sakura Country light novel."

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

"If it's as a novel title, this name is quite attractive. The Demon King and the Hero are conflicting and opposing existences, the Demon King hides the Holy Sword, is it to prevent the Hero from hurting him? But the Demon King doesn't directly deal with the Hero, does he like the Hero, but the Hero doesn't know, loving and killing each other?"

It has to be said that people engaged in writing work have big imaginations.

Just a title, Huang Xing brainstormed an outline of a hundred thousand word fantasy dog blood BL novel.

Clicking on the game, a short animation appeared.

The scene is in a palace, a skeleton face wearing armor, a long cloak of gay purple, and the word "Demon King" printed on his chest is waiting in front of the throne.

The bgm then sounded, solemn horns, cheerful electronic piano and funny flute alternated, serious but with a bit of impropriety.

A teenager wearing a "Hero" headband appeared, and a text box popped up below.

"Demon King. I finally got here! I will defeat you!"

Needless to say, this calm-looking teenager is the hero.

Huang Xing's doubts were slightly resolved, it turned out that this is a text game, and it is possible to complete it in a few days.

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

Moreover, text games have long since declined, making text games... I'm afraid there is no future.

She used to play some love text games, but the pictures were very exquisite and the scripts were warm and touching.

In contrast, the art of "Demon King" is too simple, exuding a poor atmosphere.

For example, when the hero attacks the demon king, the hero's image just shifts to the demon king's side and then comes back, and the expression and movements remain unchanged.

Without looking at the text in the text box below, you wouldn't know what happened.

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

Continue reading.

The hero's sword broke on the demon king's armor, so the demon king told the hero that he could only defeat him by collecting the holy sword, and threw the hero into a trial space to find the holy sword.

Huang Xing couldn't help but complain, what a magical development!