I was exposed for adding my female boss to my group of female friends.

[Mom: What's the use of me raising you?]

Chen Ya didn't intentionally peek; it was just that the phone happened to be placed in front of him, and the screen was very conspicuous when it was lit up.

The pop-up message was... quite shocking.

A moment later, another message popped up:

[Mom: You're a worthless piece of trash; I shouldn't have sent you to the capital.]

Chen Ya looked away, holding his water glass and slowly sipping his drink, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

Even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes; it's none of my business, none of my business...

But the phone kept vibrating on the coffee table like a drill, and Chen Ya couldn't resist looking at it. When he glanced at the screen, it was full of discouraging messages from this "mother," and later on, it was all vulgar language and insults.

Chen Ya turned her phone over and placed it on the coffee table, then turned the volume down to the minimum, which finally calmed things down a bit.

He stood up, took the water glass, and slowly walked into the bedroom, where Lu Aiai was sleeping in complete darkness.

"are you OK?"

Chen Ya's voice echoed into the darkness, but there was no response for a long time. Finally, the person on the bed turned over.

Would you like some water?

Lu Aiai nodded gently. She couldn't see clearly in the dark, so Chen Ya pressed the light switch next to her, and the girl covered her eyes with her arm.

Under the lamplight, the girl's flawless skin seemed to radiate a white halo, and her face was very red, an unnatural red.

Chen Ya walked over and touched her forehead; it was burning hot.

After testing her forehead with her hands, Chen Ya was almost certain that her hands weren't cold, and after confirming that it wasn't her own hands that were cold.

"Are you cold? Here, have some water."

He helped her up and watched her sip water from her cup, her lips pouting like a cat's. Chen Ya suddenly had the illusion that he was breastfeeding a baby.

He hadn't originally planned to come in to deliver water, so this glass of water was originally drunk by Chen Ya himself, and now Lu Aiai was facing the spot where his lips had just touched.

But he thought, since things have come to this, there's no need to remind her anymore.

"Mmm, mmm...uh, gurgle..."

After watching Lu Ai'ai finish drinking the water, Chen Ya gently picked her up and covered her with a blanket.

"If you catch a cold... we do keep some cold medicine at home, but we don't know if it's the right medicine for you."

Just as Chen Ya was about to leave, his little finger clenched. He turned around and saw Lu Aiai clenching her fist, her fist tightly gripping his little finger.

"..."

Chen Ya grabbed her fist with one hand and used the other hand to forcefully pull his little finger outward.

The girl clenched her fists even tighter, her knuckles turning white, but she still couldn't pull them out.

After hearing an ominous "crack" sound from his little finger, Chen Ya gave up trying to pull it out.

"I'll go get your medicine."

"..." The other party did not react, just like a corpse.

Except that his hands were still clenched tightly.

"Then I won't leave, okay? Let go of me."

There was still no response from the other party.

"Fine, fine, I give up. You're a real ancestor."

Chen Ya took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to Lu Aiai.

Lu Aiai's hand was still gripping his little finger, without letting go for a moment.

Chen Ya stopped caring.

Anyway, even if we sleep together, I'm not the one who's at a disadvantage.

Lu Aiai lay very close, so close that if you turned your head, you could see her face, her lips, her pert nose, and her trembling eyelashes.

The girl's even, slightly damp breath sprayed onto Chen Ya's face, cool and refreshing. Chen Ya could feel her chest rising and falling, and even hear her regular heartbeat.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Chen Ya simply turned around, propped his head up with his hand, and carefully examined Lu Aiai's face.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the girl had a classic oval face, and there wasn't a trace of makeup on her face.

Every time he saw Gu Yuqing, she was wearing makeup, so compared to her, Lu Aiai's face was less stunning.

But upon closer inspection of her face, one can see that the girl's face is very delicate, no less so than Gu Yuqing's.

Moreover, it has a kind of pure, natural beauty.

"Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without any artifice."

Returning to the point, the origin of my name "Bai Yujing" comes from the same poem as the line above.

Judging from the girl's expression, there was no difference from yesterday or the day before.

Rather, ever since I met her, she has always had this expression—a blank expression.

It was an expression that said, "It's perfectly normal for the sky to fall and the earth to crack."

Expressionless, indifferent, devoid of emotion.

There was absolutely no indication that she would receive that kind of message on her phone.

Chen Ya didn't know if that "mother" was her biological mother. If she was, that would be terrifying.

While he was lost in thought, the girl loosened her grip on his little finger. Just as Chen Ya felt the blood flow in his finger begin to return, he bent and straightened his numb finger and was about to leave when Lu Aiai rolled over and hugged his arm again.

Chen Ya felt the warmth of her chest... and also felt her breasts, which were not very large but still soft.

He couldn't move; he felt that even the slightest movement would be considered a disturbance.

So I could only lie there with my body stiff.

"dad……"

The girl made a soft sound. Chen Ya turned his head and saw only her bangs on her head. Her body was curled up beside him like a helpless little animal.

"..."

I have a feeling tonight is going to be a tough night.

……

……

When Ishikawa Toru woke up at the company the next day, his whole body ached.

Last night it seemed like the weather turned cold again, the temperature suddenly dropped in the evening, and he kicked off the blanket on the folding bed. When he woke up in the morning, his throat was still a little sore, so he quickly drank a cup of hot water to calm his nerves.

"Good morning, Mr. Shi."

"Yes, good morning."

After greeting Ishikawa Tō, the girl gracefully returned to her workstation, and Ishikawa Tō stared at her for a while.

Her name is Qin Sulan. She is a newly recruited intern at the company, specializing in art. She is a recent graduate and is actually older than Ishikawa Dong, so he has to call her "senior sister".

But since the company had just been established and the members were not yet familiar with each other, she probably thought that Ishikawa Tō was also a small business owner.

"Qin Sulan, we have work to do. The planning team hasn't prepared the requirements sheet yet. Since you're here early, let's coordinate together. That way, we can explain things more clearly."

Ishikawa Takashi walked over and said.

Qin Sulan glanced at him, moved her chair aside, and smiled, "Alright, finally some work. I haven't had any work for the past two days, I've been learning the ropes. I feel a little guilty taking my salary."

Without wasting words with her, Ishikawa Takashi went straight to explaining his needs while carrying his notebook.

Yesterday, Chen Ya explained the main framework to him. The content wasn't too much, and he was able to explain it.

"First of all, the theme of this game is 'Sheep's Goat', and the style is cartoonish and cute."

Qin Sulan repeated the name and laughed, "Sheep, what a cute name. Hmm, I'll remember that. Cartoon style. Is it a Japanese anime style, or like Pleasant Goat?"

“Like Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, a children’s cartoon,” said Dong Ishikawa. “The image of the sheep is drawn in simple lines, the simpler the better, and it should look silly at first glance.”

Qin Sulan nodded, writing in her notebook, then frowned and said, "Wait, very stupid? How exactly is it stupid?"

"It's so stupid that it makes you feel like your intelligence is being mocked..."

When Ishikawa Toru said this, he hesitated for a moment.

Because these were Chen Ya's exact words, and he had specifically emphasized them. Although he didn't yet understand why he had to emphasize them.

"Ok."

"The overall background is grassland, so the color should be mainly green," Ishikawa Tō said, looking at his notes. "Don't use the kind of green that's typical of grasslands; use an eye-friendly green. Players might stare at the screen for a long time, so the main background of the game interface should make players feel relaxed."

"Okay." Qin Sulan felt that these requirements were very professional, and she immediately had more confidence in the project.

"Then there are the bricks. There are 15 types to design, and each one must have a main color block that is distinct from the others..."

Ishikawa Takashi explained the art requirements to Qin Sulan in great detail. Whether it was UI design or graphic design, the purpose was very clear and the requirements were very detailed. She knew what she had to do as soon as she heard it.

Although Qin Sulan is a recent graduate, she has previous internship experience. Her last internship was at a large company, but she felt that the job requirements were not as clear as they are now.

In particular, Ishikawa Tō explained the brick design in great detail, without getting tired of it.

He said it was the boss's requirement. Qin Sulan couldn't help but admire this boss she had never met, because such a professional and wealthy boss was hard to come by.

Match-3 games are essentially a game of visual perception. Therefore, the easier it is for players to find the blocks, the better the gaming experience will be.

In Ishikawa's requirements, the elements of the bricks included three parts: "main color, graphic, and concept," which were distinct from each other. This is quite important for a match-3 game.

For example, you can design two kinds of vegetables, radishes and potatoes, which are completely different in shape and color and easy to distinguish. When players are looking for these two kinds of bricks, they can find them very easily.

However, if you design scallions and green onions, it will be a waste. They are the same color, similar in shape, and even have the same name, making them easy to confuse. If you don't look closely, you might think they are the same thing, which could easily lead players to make basic mistakes.

This kind of design is absolutely unacceptable.

As requested by Ishikawa Takashi, the game "Sheep and Sheep" features 15 types of bricks, and all 15 types of bricks appear in the same level, which is very rare in elimination games.

In typical match-3 games, five types are considered a lot, and ten types are even more.

There are 15 types. Players would be exhausted just trying to remember all the types of bricks, which would be a huge burden for them.

Therefore, the artwork should strive for a high degree of differentiation. Ideally, each type of brick should be a different color, and those of the same color should have drastically different shapes, with at least three different types.

After listening to the requirements, Qin Sulan began to organize the requirements list.

After returning to his seat, Ishikawa Toru turned on his music player.

Yesterday's work isn't finished yet, so we have to keep going today.

What was initially thought to be a small game with minimal workload turned out to be surprisingly demanding. Moreover, Chen Ya demanded that it be able to accommodate "tens of millions of people online simultaneously," which multiplied the amount of code required.

A rhythmic melody flowed from Ishikawa Tō's speakers, and he quickly turned off the volume and plugged in his headphones.

Fortunately, it was just him and Qin Sulan in the office, so they didn't disturb anyone else.

"Mr. Shi, what song were you listening to just now?" Qin Sulan asked. "Was it a new song?"

Ishikawa Takashi replied, "Ah no, this is the background music for the game we're making; it was written by the boss."

"The boss can write songs?" Qin Sulan stared in surprise.

“Yes, he wrote it in front of me,” Ishikawa Tō said.

Qin Sulan thought for a moment and said, "It feels quite mesmerizing, Mr. Shi. Could you send me that background music so I can listen to it?"

What are you going to do?

“I feel that listening to this background music will give me more inspiration,” Qin Sulan said. “A game is a whole, and we should try our best to make all the elements work together well.”

Ishikawa Takashi thought what she said made sense.

"Okay, don't save it randomly. I'll copy it for you. You can only listen to it at the company."

"Of course, I know about that."

"Also, don't call me President Shi, it doesn't feel right to me."

"So, I'll call you Brother Shi?"

"...Alright."