Yao Ziyan bid Yue and Shiori farewell and returned to Luo Chuan's side.
The boss was watching people play basketball. During the filming, driven by Luo Chuan's wicked sense of humor, he had added a whole series of sports from his memories. Thus, those things naturally existed when constructing the Fantasy World. There were also many other things familiar to Luo Chuan, like the internet Shiori had mentioned earlier.
Simply put, the world of Death Note was a special world formed from the fusion of the movie, Earth, and Tianlan Continent.
Yao Ziyan sat down beside Luo Chuan, bringing with her a soft breeze.
Perhaps because she had been active for a while, a flush had appeared on her cheeks. Fine sweat had dampened her hair, making it cling to the sides of her face and adding a touch of charm to her. She simply sat there, gazing ahead absentmindedly, as though she were admiring swimming fish in her own courtyard.
"What is it?" Noticing Luo Chuan's gaze, Yao Ziyan turned and asked with a smile.
"Nothing." Luo Chuan withdrew his gaze and looked at the two girls playing Ping Pong in the distance. "Why did you come back?"
"I got tired." Yao Ziyan took a packet of tissues from her pocket, pulled one out, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Luo Chuan: "..."
Why did he always feel like making a snarky comment?
"What were you talking about just now? It sounded like you were arguing over something." Luo Chuan decided to change the subject.
"You didn't hear it, Luo Chuan?" Yao Ziyan blinked.
"How could I hear it from that far away?" Luo Chuan countered.
"Mm, but shouldn't you be something like a creator god in this world?" Yao Ziyan seemed puzzled.
"No, I'm just an ordinary