My Customer Service Girlfriend Is a Bug

The subject matter is very good, I have never heard of it. I have read the latest chapter and I can only say that I love the customer service so much. I just don't know how to make the customer service appear in reality later [laughing] After all, the protagonist cannot always be in love with the customer service in the game, right [laughing] [laughing]

It's a good read. The more I read, the more I want to know the follow-up. Finally, I found the novel I like. After reading a bunch of novels, I finally found one I like. I took back what I said above, but later I shouted to quit traveling because my mentality was broken, just like a fairy. The heroine has been with you for so long in vain. Thinking of her when you are happy and abandoning her when you are in pain is really selfish.

This book made me feel like I was reading a sweet novel for the first time. The plot felt very smooth, and the emotional heating up was also comforting. There was no embarrassing plot. So far, the first eighty chapters are pretty good. It just sometimes gets repeated, that is, the questions I asked before are asked again, but rarely does it not affect the viewing experience, so I will give it four stars for the time being.

At present, this novel is the only plot in 🍅. The protagonist gets help from the system but there is no old routine of crazy upgrades. Only the daily warmth system accompanies the protagonist, and the protagonist's companionship system is gradually becoming more humane. I recommend it to those who are short of books to read it.

Kids, here I go again I haven't read a book like this for a long time. It's very healing and tearful. It's a very simple but also very heartwarming story. The advantage is that it is very simple. There are no so-called major plot events such as earth-shattering saving of the world. Instead, it is based on the growth and development of the protagonist's mental journey. In other words, it is not abrupt and everything goes with the flow. Including the writing style, the writing style is acceptable, and the psychological description is also good. A reminder before reading (it shouldn't be considered a shortcoming, right? Anyway, I quite like it) there are a lot of repetitions in a chapter, so just use it as an emotional anchor, right? Then after one chapter, there are not many specific games and actual plots. The interaction between the protagonists accounts for the majority, which may not be friendly to those who like to push the main line to watch the plot. All in all, the writing style is acceptable, and it can handle this relatively novel subject matter. In addition, the character description is good, and it is quite qualified as a good sweet novel. The rest depends on how the author arranges and promotes the plot. Children, I will continue to read. If there are no big changes later and the plot and writing are good, I will come back to review and change it to five stars.

The protagonist and the customer service are the same human-machine, but the customer service behind does not have the protagonist's human-machine.

From a personal perspective, it's a pretty good little story that basically revolves around the warm interaction between the protagonist and the AI... Maybe? Anyway, the drunkard's intention is not to drink. The game itself is just a background board. I personally feel that it is used to make up for the rationality of the existence of the A| heroine. After all, what kind of code did the AI ​​master leave behind? How the heroine can successfully awaken is unknown. I can only say that it is good to read this as a warm little story. After all, there is nothing poisonous about it.

There is no ups and downs in the plot, and there is no profound writing, but it is just like this. Watching her slowly awaken, understanding what love is, what liking is, and watching her show those immature emotions, I feel that it is more beautiful than anything else.

The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn. The master dismounted and was on board the boat. He wanted to drink wine, but there was no orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon. Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return home. Xun Sheng asked secretly who was playing the pipa, but the sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak. Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure. The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one's heart. Lightly gathered, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao". The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flowers, and it is difficult to go under the ice of the Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while. Don't worry and hate yourself. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat were silent, only the white autumn moon could be seen in the middle of the river. While he was chanting and plucking strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp. At the age of 13, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the Jiaofang. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup. The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and there are countless red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine. This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so the color came to me in the morning. There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea. We go to and from the mouth of the river to guard empty boats, and when we go around the boats, the moon shines brightly on the river, and the water is cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I groaned again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, a remote place, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. I live near the Huanjiang River, where the land is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house. What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? It's hard to listen to the vomiting and muttering. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing". I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. It's so sad that it's not like the forward sound, and everyone in the house weeps when they hear it again. Who among you cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.

The plot was okay, but it was a bit strange. My colleague Li Gong from the technical department refreshed it every day, and his colleague came over here and said, "What's wrong?" Then the two of them had a conversation, and then Li Gong ignored him and said, "Master, have you seen it?" The AI ​​spoke for a long time, so long that Lin Chu thought he wouldn't answer, or that another cloud had drifted past.