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Lena wanted to ask more, but the phone only had the “beep beep” sound of being hung up.
This was the first time, as far as she could remember, that President Yuki had actively hung up on her.
Really…
She should be fine, right?
Although Miyuki said it was okay, Lena still felt very uneasy in her heart. She had the urge to immediately go change clothes and drive to Miyuki’s house.
Unlike ordinary subordinates and superiors, her relationship with Miyuki, if she had to say, was actually that she was her benefactor.
The pink-haired woman in the middle of the night recalled her experience from a few months ago.
At that time, she seemed to have some amnesia, standing on the street in a daze, not knowing what to do. Except for knowing that her name was “Lena”, she couldn’t remember anything else. She even felt a sense of confusion about this city, a kind of loneliness as if she didn’t belong to this world.
She aimlessly wandered the streets all day, with passersby either avoiding her or looking at her with disdain and disgust, treating her like some crazy, delinquent woman.
After all, her appearance at that time, with a head of messy pink hair, plus very worn-out jeans and leather pants, did indeed look like some street delinquent woman. Plus, with a dirty face, even real hooligans would probably have to take a detour if they saw her.
Finally, when night came, she was so tired and hungry that she could barely walk. She knew she couldn’t just faint on the side of the road like this, so with her last bit of consciousness, she came to the door of a police station and then collapsed.
And when she woke up later…
The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Miyuki.
According to what she later inquired about what happened that day at the police station, the police there told her that when they checked her identity, they found that she didn’t have one at all and was an outsider without household registration. They were preparing to execute the repatriation procedure when President Yuki, who happened to be there on business, stopped them. Later, it was also President Yuki who used her connections to get her local documents, saving her from the fate of being expelled.
And Miyuki’s explanation for this was simply that she looked particularly like her younger sister, and that was it. She took her in.
Moreover, later on, Miyuki even took the initiative to arrange for her to work at her company.
That’s right, the fact that she could now become the director of “Alliance”, the chief designer of the currently popular mobile game “Fallen Chronicles II”, was all thanks to Miyuki’s training and promotion.
But of course, she was indeed suited for this job. She had unparalleled talent in monster design, characters composition, and level ideas. Otherwise, even with her connection to Miyuki, she wouldn’t have been able to gain a foothold in Alliance in just a few short months, and even push the previous chief designer off the stage.
In any case, Miyuki was her benefactor. No, saying benefactor was too distant. Lena really considered Miyuki, considered President Yuki, as her big sister.
Therefore, Miyuki’s strange behavior on the phone just now made her very worried.
This won’t do…
Even if it was too late today, tomorrow after work, I should still go to Sister Yuki’s house to take a look. It could also be considered taking a day off for after staying up late and working overtime.
After making this decision, Lena felt much more at ease.
Afterwards, she put her attention back on work.
Miyuki said on the phone to leave the company and the game to her, so she couldn’t let down her sister’s trust in her.
Now was the peak period for “Fallen Chronicles II”. Every time the high-difficulty instance [Miasma Contract] opened, it basically attracted a large number of players, and the activity value soared.
There was still a week left before the final 29th and 30th floor levels of [Miasma Contract] had to be released. These were not only difficult levels but also symbolized the artistic level and design attainment of the game. It was where the reputation lay. Such finale levels were always the focus of attention.
Lena was originally quite satisfied with the last two levels she designed.
But now… After seeing the player’s gameplay in the video, Lena felt that her so-called difficult levels might not be impressive enough.
For the first time, from the bottom of her heart, she had the idea of wanting to communicate with this “mysterious player”.
As a designer, she indeed couldn’t always work behind closed doors.
When I have free time tomorrow, after visiting Sister Yuki, I will see if I can contact that uploader. If they and their “master friend” happen to live nearby, perhaps I could invite them to visit the Alliance headquarters as guests.
The pink-haired director, alone in the middle of the night, propped her cheek and tapped a ballpoint pen on the desk.
…
-The next day.
-Convenience store.
“Shota, I’m going to ask you a serious question.”
“Go ahead, bro.”
“Do you sometimes, like in dreams, feel like you have many wives?”
Renji thought the chubby guy would give him a strange look, but unexpectedly, the chubby guy nodded quite nonchalantly.
“Meh, of course.”
“Re-really!?”
Renji was a bit excited when he heard that.
How to put it… Every night after he fall asleep in Yuki’s embrace, he felt like some of his past memories were being restored. Renji had looked it up online, and it said that the deepest memories should be the first to recover.
As a result, the most recovered memory for Renji was… He had five wives.
Renji originally suspected that he might have delusional disorder, or that it was caused by too much night play recently. But unexpectedly, the chubby guy also had it. Could it be that his case wasn’t unique?
However, what the chubby guy said next made Renji roll his eyes.
“I don’t need to feel it. I do have many wives. Look, these in the game, aren’t they all my wives? Hehe, hehehe… *slurp slurp*”
Seeing the chubby guy’s moment of pride and intoxication, Renji sighed.
“I’m being serious with you.”
“Huh? Serious? bro, are you out of your mind? Having many wives? What, do you expect the wives from the game to jump out and find you?”
Being told this by the chubby guy, Renji felt that it indeed made sense.
This was indeed unrealistic.
But…
“Shota, let me ask you another question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you think it is possible… that one day… you go out on the street, lean against a utility pole, then a beautiful woman come out from nowhere, and took you to her home, and then, uh, crave your body every night?”
“Bro, let’s talk about the previous one.”
“The previous one?”
“Yeah, I’d rather believe that the wives in the game can jump out than believe that such a female bodhisattva exists in the world!”
Renji: “…”
Sigh.
“Alright, bro! Look, I told you so. I told you not to be so tired yesterday. Look at you now, sighing since morning, and you don’t look well at all!”
“Listen to your buddy. Let’s work less today and get off work after five o’clock!”
“Remember what I told you yesterday? My new girlfriend is the receptionist at the Alliance building next door. I talked to her last night. Today, your buddy will take you into the Alliance building to see the world!”