In order to get the latest map of the mobile business simulation game, players of ID Butter Umbrella watch 400 promotional advertisements for doomsday games built into the game every day. After watching it for two months, she not only had an in-depth understanding of all the core gameplay of the game called "Doomsday Survival" through advertisements, but also watched all their promotional videos and was familiar with all the suffocating wrong operation demonstrations in the game, but she just didn't download it!
At this moment when the new map was about to be finished, she felt that she had won and the advertising push had lost!
So Butter Umbrella closed her eyes happily and waited for the alarm clock to wake her up and harvest crops the next day.
As for why, she is still collecting vegetables when the streets are full of zombies howling.
Don't ask, asking means regretting it. The person involved regretted it very much, why he saw so many junk push ads.
Note: The flying sand sculpture written in the first person
Purpose: Live by your own rules of the game
Reader comments
Three golden chapters. The first chapter is too ink-stained. Although I saw a reminder in the copywriting to slow down the writing, the ink-staining is not slow-burning. . . If the heroine can't adapt to this, just write it once, really! I was put off by this ink mark before I even finished the first chapter. . . It happens repeatedly that the heroine can't accept it anymore, so she goes to bed, and if she can't accept it anymore, she goes to bed again. . . Wouldn't it be over if we just couldn't get up?
Three golden chapters. The first chapter is too ink-stained. Although I saw a reminder in the copywriting to slow down the writing, the ink-staining is not slow-burning. . . If the heroine can't adapt to this, just write it once, really! I was put off by this ink mark before I even finished the first chapter. . . It happens repeatedly that the heroine can't accept it anymore, so she goes to bed, and if she can't accept it anymore, she goes to bed again. . . Wouldn't it be over if we just couldn't get up?