While the spirit game is in progress

"In spiritualization games, the rules are always paramount." Ye Diluo said lightly, "Then, in your game, is there a rule that the rules of the game must be discussed only after all the players have arrived?"

In fact, she had already guessed this when the clothing store opened a big bargain game.

All the games she encountered before were spiritualization games that would only be triggered when there were enough players, but that time and this time at the clothing store, they could be triggered in batches, and the game would not start until the number of players was enough.

Since the triggering rules are different from other spiritualization games, the player who enters the game first must have an advantage, right?

Otherwise, if the player who enters first has nothing to do except sit and wait for other players to enter, wouldn't it mean that only the disadvantage of consuming physical strength and spirit remains.

So it stands to reason that there should be some factors that can balance the disadvantages.

Knowing the rules of the game first will have that little advantage.

But this advantage is not too great, because the players who enter later will also know the content of the game, but the players who enter first have time to ponder the rules, thus gaining a slight advantage.

This can just balance the disadvantages caused by entering the game first.

The voice of the book became weak: "...No."

"Then hurry up." Ye Dill urged, "Don't waste time."

The short-haired woman also urged: "Yes, hurry up and tell me what the content of the game is, and what are the rules of the game?" 520

Her attention was completely diverted, and she had long forgotten the unpleasantness before, and she only wanted to know what the current spiritualization game was about.

"Okay, okay," the book said reluctantly, "I was an Internet writer who wrote it on the Internet, and then the first half was published by chance. Later, the writer gained some fame, and naturally encountered There are a lot of black fans, and some irrational book fans."

Speaking of this, the book sighed heavily: "This writer is a glass-hearted person, and readers and black fans can easily lose their minds with just a few words. Later, after a long time, the writer got depression and committed suicide .”

"Then the mentality of this writer is too bad." The short-haired woman was a little speechless, "It's just some stranger's comments. Since I think it will make me feel bad after reading it, I just don't read it and commit suicide for those people. It's too worthless."

Ye Dill pursed her lips and did not express her opinion.

"The writer didn't commit suicide simply because of those remarks," the book explained earnestly, "This writer is particularly easy to be influenced by others, so whenever readers give suggestions, or black fans make random complaints, From time to time, writers will modify the plot, hoping to get the satisfaction of all readers and black fans."

"However, a book cannot satisfy everyone." Ye Dill said sharply.

Nothing in this world can be liked by everyone.

Even money has lost its meaning now, and it will not be liked by people.

"Yeah, everyone's ideas and preferences are different~" the book flipped its cover, and continued, "After changing the plot, the person who gave the opinion is satisfied, but there will be others I am dissatisfied with the new plot. The writer has changed it countless times, changing his own text beyond recognition.”

"In the end, the story didn't satisfy everyone, and the writer had already forgotten his original mood in writing the book and what kind of story he wanted to write at the beginning. .” The book stopped flipping the cover and said weakly.