Tokyo: Simulation starts from the big sister next door

"I have to register to watch one video, what else do I have to do to watch two videos? I can't even imagine it!"

“I won’t register!”

Sagiri immediately pouted her lips, like a young woman who was being cuckolded. She whined and said no, but her little hands moved quickly on the keyboard.

Ten seconds later, an account quickly registered with a mobile phone number logged into Douyin, and the second video pushed by netizens could finally continue to play.

"The registration process was pretty quick. It wasn't as slow as I thought it would be."

Muttering to herself, Sagiri happily started watching Nishikawa Sae's videos.

Each video is no longer than three minutes, and the themes are somewhat similar, but also different enough.

For example, the previous video was about complaining about the boss, and this video is about complaining about the colleague who is the king of curlers.

"The blogger's complaints are absolutely correct. The colleague who is the king of rolls is really annoying!"

"I can earn hundreds of thousands of yen a month by slacking off, and I can earn hundreds of thousands of yen a month by working hard. Why should I work hard?"

"Yes! Employees work hard, and the boss works hard. Haven't you heard of this saying?"

"... "

In addition to those with IP addresses in Japan, there are also foreigners who have registered and posted comments in various languages.

But An Zeliang had already written a translation program in the website code in advance. Although it was only the most basic machine translation, it was enough for people to understand.

At this time, there were some people with foreign IP addresses commenting under the video of this colleague who complained about Juanwang.

"I am Japanese. I don't understand why so many people in Japan complain about the King of Rolls. If you don't work hard yourself, why don't you let others work hard?"

As soon as I saw the IP address, somewhere in Europe, the comments exploded.

"We are from different social classes, please don't show off your superiority here, okay?"

"You are working hard on your own? Your parents are working hard!"

"... "

Sagiri's anger was also aroused. Her family background was very ordinary, and even if she could pass the exam to study abroad, she couldn't afford it. When she saw this comment, she was just a little angry.

But looking at the comments from netizens who shared the same indignant thoughts as herself, Sagiri became angrier and angrier, so she just started typing away.

But she was so good at swearing that she only made one comment in the end.

"roll!"

Surprisingly, there were more than a dozen people who liked her post, all of them netizens from all over the world with IP addresses.

"Simple and beautiful Japanese."

"I like to listen, please tell me more."

"... "

There were even a few comments that agreed with her.

Seeing this, Sagiri was a little encouraged and continued to comment on other videos. She also forwarded the video to several other netizens she knew, and continued to discuss the content of the video.

But she didn't know.

At this time, An Zeliang was sitting in front of the computer desk, looking through the website code with a hesitant expression.

"The website has just been launched, and I give 15 to 20 likes to every comment I make. Isn't that too little?"

"Well... I'll make a small update in a few days. New users must give at least thirty likes and five comments on every comment within one month of registration!"

"Forward this message to unregistered friends to urge them to update, and you can get a red envelope ranging from 200 yen to 2,000 yen..."

"But there are conditions for receiving it. You need someone to urge the progress. A friend urged the progress to 10%, and then the progress was stuck at 99.9%..."

As An Zeliang was thinking about the subsequent marketing strategy, he couldn't help but reveal the clear smile that a high school student should have, and put his hands on the keyboard.

After the registration boom caused by this exhibition is over, we’ll give the Japanese a little Pinxixi marketing shock!

Da da da!

Suddenly, crisp knocking sounds were heard in the room.

Writing this kind of code is certainly not as difficult as building a website from scratch, but it cannot be completed in one night.

Looking at the time, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, so An Zeliang got up and poured a glass of water. He uploaded the finished animation to Tik Tok, and posted updates on Twitter and YouTube, with a link to watch the video.

Without reading the fans' comments, An Zeliang walked two steps in the room to stretch his body.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a new message came on the phone.

An Zeliang took a look and found that it was not Ibuki Yuki's, but Sayamina's.

In the past, we would chat for a long time every time the animation was updated, but this time, we didn’t even send a message. Is it because we haven’t recovered from the shock yet?

While thinking, An Zeliang also clicked on the message sent by Sayamina.

"Anze-san, are you okay?"

"... "

On the other side, Sayamina took a deep breath, her hands still shaking a little.

Finally, I finally asked!

Looking at the inquiry message she sent on the screen, Sayamina felt uneasy.

"An Ze hasn't been to school for several days."

"If I ask the teacher... if someone like me gets involved with Anze-san, it will definitely have a bad influence on Anze-san..."

"If Nakano-san was still in class, maybe I could eavesdrop on Anze-san's news... Unfortunately, Nakano-san has also asked for leave..."

Sayamina knew that her relationship with Anze Liang was not that good, and it would be very impolite to contact him rashly. She felt even more nervous after sending the message, and kept talking to herself to relieve her emotions.

"It's been a minute, no reply yet."

"I... I really did go too far..."

Sayamina rubbed her eyes and continued editing the message.

"An Ze, I'm sorry, I sent this to the wrong person. If you see it, you don't have to reply to me..."

Just as she was about to send the message, Sayamina's phone suddenly vibrated.

"Don't worry, Saya-san. I've been busy with my business lately, so I haven't been to school yet."

After being stunned for a moment, Sayamina quickly deleted the message, edited a new one and sent it.

"Okay, I'm glad Anze-san is okay."

"Well, has Saya-san eaten dinner yet?"

Gollum-

Anze Ryoichi said that Sayamina touched her stomach and felt a little hungry. She had been struggling with whether to send a message in the afternoon and had not eaten yet.

"not yet."

Sayamina was afraid that Anze Liang would have to wait for a long time, so she quickly replied. After thinking for a while, she slowly continued to send her message.

"What are you planning to eat tonight, Anze-san?"

"I don't want to cook, so I'm going out to eat. Saya-san, do you want to join me? It's my treat."

An Ze-san...actually invited her out for dinner?

Sayamina felt dizzy and rushed to the closet clutching her cell phone. After rummaging through the clothes for a while, she simply took out all the clothes and placed them on the ground, continuing to pick them out.

At this time, An Zeliang also sent new news.

"If it's not convenient for you tonight, Saya-san, we can have dinner together later."

Forgot to reply!

Sayamina slapped her head and started typing quickly.

"I have time tonight. Where is classmate An Ze's home? I'll wait for you downstairs."

After sending it, Sayamina read it several times and couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

Will An Ze think that I am deliberately asking for his home address?

Just as I was thinking about it, An Zeliang sent me the address of a restaurant and said that I could go there and wait for him first and there was no need to come to his house.

"Ok."

Sayamina replied in a standard way, feeling both disappointed and happy. She immediately dressed up and took her wallet.

Before leaving, she squeezed the thickness of her wallet, turned around, opened the drawer, took out the large-denomination banknotes she had just exchanged at the bank, and stuffed them into her wallet.

Fifteen minutes later.

Inside a restaurant in the food court.

An Zeliang took a sip of happy water and asked with a smile.

"What would you like to eat, Saya-san?"

"All, all is fine."

Sayamina smiled happily and looked around the restaurant subconsciously.

It is called a restaurant, but in fact it is just an ordinary home-style restaurant, and the customers are all very young.

"Classmate Anze, I know there is a three-star restaurant nearby. You can take a taxi there very quickly. Do you want to try it?"

"No, this one is good enough."

"Oh... okay." Sayamina kept rolling up the hair scattered on her shoulders, with a look of loss on her face.

At this time, An Zeliang's voice rang out again.

"It's too depressing to eat at a three-star restaurant. Everyone has to speak in a low voice. This kind of place is better. I can chat with Saya-san casually."

"Besides, there's no need to be so particular when eating among good friends."

It turned out to be the case.

I am good friends with Anze...

Sayamina was stunned. Looking at An Zeliang who was smiling while flipping through the menu, she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth and also lowered her head to look at the menu.

She didn't want An Zeliang to notice that she was smiling too brightly and acting like a little fool.

After the food came, Anze Liang and Sayamina chatted and naturally talked about starting a business. Sayamina was very interested and listened attentively.

"Mr. Anze, is your company still in need of a dress-up blogger?"

"Well, it's hard to find employees who are good-looking, obedient, and willing to work with the new company to grow and become stronger." An Zeliang laid the groundwork first.

Boom, boom...

Sayamina didn't say anything. She lowered her head and stirred the drink with a straw. The ice cubes kept hitting each other, making crisp sounds.

It seems a bit resistant.

Yes, after all, Saya's previous experiences were quite complicated, so it is normal for her to be resistant to such borderline videos.

An Zeliang did not continue, intending to find another opportunity to discuss the cooperation.

The clinking sound of the ice suddenly stopped.

"Um... Mr. Anze, I'm quite obedient, and I also want to help your company grow bigger and stronger."

Sayamina spoke with some difficulty.

"If you don't mind, I can go take a photo..."

"Of course, if An Ze thinks it's inappropriate, I... I'm just saying it casually, you don't have to mind it..."

"I think Saya-san is very pretty and would be a good match."

An Zeliang interrupted her and said with a smile.

"If it's with Saya-san, there's no need for an employee contract. You'll be a blogger under my name, with a base salary plus commission."

"Maybe one day you'll become very popular and the company will depend on you for its livelihood."

The employees are very nice. If I don’t go to work, An Ze will ask me about it.