Perfect Game Maker

"Dang, dang, dang, if~if~ there's a telephone booth." Fatty Lan took out the phone booth with a red shell from his fourth-dimensional pocket. A few minutes later, the scene freezes on Nobita's deflated expression. Cui Yang thought to himself: Do you know how to play? Just click off the animation, lie down in the game cabin, and use your voice to input the framework and details of the world you built. Three hours later. "I'm exhausted. I've only completed 30% of the design. Let's start playing again tomorrow." "The voice 'start' is detected, the program starts, I wish you a happy game" "Hey, I'm..."