Tokyo: Oreimo

"To be able to complete the game in three days, and to this extent, does this player not need to sleep?" Ryosuke muttered to himself.

The last paragraph of the post reads:

"Ultimately, the reason we argue about the characters is because there are no absolutely evil people in this story."

Setsuna was not wrong, Touma was not wrong, and Haruki was not wrong either.

It's precisely because no one is at fault that it's so despairing. If we absolutely have to find a culprit...

"That's the person who wrote the script."

Ryosuke closed the post without hesitation; without a doubt, the comments section would be filled with criticism of him.

He casually refreshed the page and found several new posts.

"I just beat Touma's True Ending and cried so much my contact lenses fell out. Anyone else feel the same way?"

"Raise your hand, my contact lens didn't fall out, but my eyes are swollen from crying. I have to go to work tomorrow, what should I do? I need help urgently."

"I suggest you take leave and write 'acute stomach cramps' as the reason. It's not exactly lying."

"Which Touma TE are you talking about? I got the floating line, and now I'm feeling really bad."

"Stop talking, stop talking. Just seeing the words 'frivolity' makes me feel uncomfortable."

Ryosuke leaned back in his chair, picked up his cup, and took a sip of tea.

This is the effect he wanted.

It's not a pastime that you can play and forget, but something that you can remember for a long time, discuss for a long time, and even argue about for a long time.

He switched to the backend management page and glanced at the data.

The forum has over 5,000 registered users, with a daily active user rate of nearly 70% and an average online time of over two hours.

For a niche forum that has only been open for three days, this number is quite astonishing.

What bothered him even more was that the forum wasn't just discussing "White Album 2"; people were starting to post in other sections as well.

In the Clannad forum, a post titled "Six months after finishing the game, I finally dared to replay it" was marked as a featured post.

The FSN section presents a completely different picture, filled with combat power analysis and plot research.

Several faction members are arguing about the "restraint relationship between Unlimited Blade Works and Gate of Babylon," and the argument is even fiercer than the romance debate. They're quoting long passages of original text and making logical deductions, which is giving Ryosuke a headache.

Gokou Mao is definitely a skilled guy.

When he initially made his request, he only mentioned the concept, but the other party took it upon themselves to add a bunch of detailed features.

Customizable color schemes for different sections, recommended reading based on browsing history, and a mood tag system that users jokingly call the "stomach pain index."

When posting, you can choose your current mood state, which is divided into five levels from "calm" to "collapse".

In the White Album 2 section, 80% of the posts are tagged with "Collapse".

The remaining 20% ​​is "about to collapse".

Ryosuke was about to close the page when he suddenly noticed a familiar ID that had just registered in the list of online users at the bottom of the website.

"Rumiko Takagi".

Chapter 195 You Deserve It

The next morning, when Ryosuke came downstairs, Ayano was already sitting at the dining table.

This is not unusual in itself; ever since their relationship returned to normal, she has started going downstairs to eat on time.

Strangely, instead of porridge or fried eggs, she had an open box of strawberry daifuku in front of her.

The pinkish-white glutinous rice skin wraps around a whole strawberry, revealing bright red flesh and delicate red bean paste filling at the cut, making it look especially tempting in the morning light.

Ryosuke remembers this kind of daifuku.

He bought similar desserts for Ling Nai on the train back from Ureshino.

This guy loves eating sweet and sour, chewy things.

"morning."

Ryosuke pulled out a chair and sat down, his gaze sweeping over the daifuku box without saying anything more.

"morning."

Ling Nai responded, picked up a daifuku with her fork, and took a bite.

A thin strand of glutinous rice skin was stretched out, and strawberry juice mixed with red bean paste seeped out from the cut. She squinted her eyes, her cheeks puffed out, like a squirrel that had stolen a nut.

"Is it tasty?"

Ryosuke couldn't help but ask.

"so so."

Ling Nai said this, but her hands didn't stop. She finished one in a few bites and then went to poke the second one.

Ryosuke's lips unconsciously curved into a smile as he looked at her.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ling Nai keenly noticed the subtle changes in his facial expression; the fork hovered in mid-air, and his eyes held a hint of wariness.

"nothing."

Ryosuke looked away, picked up the bowl of porridge that Mieko had prepared, and took a sip.

"I just feel that the way you eat is the same as before."

"What do you mean by 'same as before'?"

"that is....."

Ryosuke thought for a moment and came up with a statement that he considered safe.

"Very energetic."

Ling Nai's fork paused in mid-air for a second before stabbing it hard into the third daifuku.

"Are you saying I have bad table manners?"

"No."

"Yes, there is."

"Really do not have."

"Humph."

Ling Nai stuffed the daifuku, which was riddled with holes, into her mouth and chewed it vigorously, but her eyes remained fixed on Ryosuke.

The look in his eyes was as if he were being chewed up.

He lowered his head and focused on drinking his porridge.

The atmosphere at the dining table was quiet for a few seconds.

"Hey."

Ling Nai suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

"That forum, you set it up, didn't you?"

"what?"

"Future dimension."

Ling Nai stuffed the last half of the daifuku into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, her voice muffled.

"After I cleared the game yesterday, I found the website address inside the CD packaging box."

"When I clicked in, it was hilarious; it was all people cursing you."

She swallowed the daifuku, picked up her milk glass, took a sip, and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Some people even said they would send you razor blades."

"You deserve it."

Ryosuke looked at her gloating expression and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"So you registered too?"

"What...how did you know?"

Ling Nai's eyes widened slightly, and then, as if realizing something, a hint of panic flashed across her face.

"Wait, you can see the registered users' information?"

"Of course, I'm the administrator of the website that Wugeng made."

Ryosuke told him the truth.

Ling Nai's face flushed red.

She put down her milk glass, placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at Ryosuke with an almost interrogative gaze.

"You...you didn't check my browsing history, did you?"

"No."

"Really?"

"real."

Ryosuke wasn't lying; he really didn't open "Rumiko Takashiro's" user details.

I only saw that ID in the online list.

He had no idea what posts she read, what comments she made, or what content she liked on the forum.

Ling Nai stared into his eyes for several seconds, as if trying to confirm whether he was lying.

Finally, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and sat back down in her chair, but the blush on her face had not completely faded.

"...Don't look."