Losing a Two-dimensional empire

Knock on the door.

But no answer.

"Hi, Meng Yu." Ye Bucheng said.

"Dream rain."

Called several times, but even so there was no answer.

"What's wrong?" Phyllis said.

"Maybe fell asleep."

"Trouble," Phyllis said.

The tariff implementation still frowned, and turned the doorknob indifferently.

Then the door opened.

"The door is open," Phyllis said.

"If you are not careful, you have to have a limit to marinate"

We might open the door ahead of time for those of us who came to pick up the script, but no matter what, it's still too careless for a girl who lives alone.

"Meng Yu came in." Meng Yu said.

Phyllis yelled towards the inside, and stretched his feet into the interior of the room.

The next time, a scream was heard.

"What's wrong?" Ye Bucheng said.

Has something happened, Ye Buling thought so, and followed Felice into the room.

That's where the Chaos Room is in chaos.

There are plastic bags everywhere.

Beer and empty cans.

The clothes that have been taken off are scattered in a mess, and mixed in, for the purpose of writing report materials, etc., the purpose is to be very messy.

"Is it really the girl Ganwu?" Ye Bucheng said.

"It's just too scary."

"That's great," Phyllis said.

In the corner of the room, Meng Yu was found curled up on the floor.

Ye Busheng took off his shoes and walked into the room, followed by Phyllis.

"Hey, Meng Yu, I'm sorry, just get up a little bit." Ye Bucheng said.

"Come get the script," Phyllis said.

"Yeah." Meng Yu said.

"I'm sorry to wake you up," Phyllis said.

"Phyllis, Ye Bucheng." Meng Yu said.

"Well, you're finally up." Ye Bucheng said.

"Know, what's the situation now?"

"Don't sleep."

"Oh, there is really no way."

Meng Yu narrowed her eyes and straightened her body.

"What?" Meng Yu said.

"What, no, you didn't send a text message saying the script was finished."

"The script." Meng Yu rang the reason for coming here.

Slowly crawling towards the table, he began to pull the things on the table, and the copies of books and materials fell to the ground.

"Is it this?" Meng Yu said.

Ye Bucheng nodded: "That's right, this is it."

"Thank you." Phyllis said. "

"It's just what it's changed to."

Phyllis screamed loudly.This text seems wrong.

"I made a mistake, this is another report." Meng Yu

Phyllis took the newspaper back.

While thinking about these things in his heart, Phyllis quickly scanned the reborn script, then nodded in satisfaction.

"It's amazing. If this is the case, I think everyone will be OK." Phyllis said.

"Really, that's great." Ye Bucheng also read and read, so it turned out that the general conversation was the same as before, but everyone's dissatisfaction disappeared.

The bits and pieces are sorted out, and a Handmaid's Tale of Sanity is completed.

Meng Yu has such a talent, never thought of it, try to write it down.

"And here we are waiting." Meng Yu pointed to the printing machine on the table, as if the prints printed by the liver were on the pallet.

There are gaps in places, not just coats of arms, indexes and photographs are scattered.

In short, the cover of the magazine is based on this feeling.

The content is of course the Akihabara Maid Cafe War. Judging from the index on the paper, it contains content about Xiao Hei's compulsive practices and black rumors.

"Mengyu has become more reliable."

"When you're done writing, read it."

"Yeah," Phyllis said.