8/10
可以和朋友联机的数独游戏，联机玩法为输入号码进入房间然后填写同一个数独（笔记可以互相看到），你也可以擦掉朋友写的数字（然后马上被打bushi
也没什么好说的，ui很简洁，我很喜欢，可以换主题背景，有六种难度供你选择（全成就必须全打了
全成就需要朋友才能做，而且有好几个，联机有点问题，不太流畅，经常进不去房间。
成就还有一个很讨厌的那就是用所有不同符号完成游戏，天啊尤其是一个长得像奥特曼飞船的东西我根本认不出来个别几个有什么区别，只能一点点看过去。

Title: I Think Sudoku Has Ruined My Life and No One Loves Me Anymore

I don’t know when it started. Maybe it was the innocent little puzzle I picked up on the back of a plane magazine. Maybe it was that mobile app with the “daily challenge” that felt like a pat on the back from a father who never hugged me. But at some point, Sudoku took over my entire existence.

It started harmlessly enough: a puzzle or two in the morning. Nothing crazy. Just a little brain stimulation with my coffee. Then I started doing them at lunch. Then during meetings. Then I missed my sister’s wedding because I “lost track of time” trying to complete a 16x16 “Expert Mode” grid that literally told me “Only 1% can solve this.” I wanted to be that 1%. You know who else was at that wedding? My ex. Who I might still love. Who now thinks I’m “emotionally unavailable.” NO, JESSICA, I’M JUST TRYING TO FIND WHERE THE DAMN 7 GOES.

I used to have friends. Real ones. Ones who'd come over, play Mario Kart, laugh, drink beer. Now? They don’t invite me out anymore because “all I do is talk about grids and logic chains.” WELL SORRY, KEVIN, BUT IF YOU KNEW HOW TO NAKED PAIR, MAYBE WE'D STILL BE FRIENDS.

I tried therapy. My therapist gave me a fidget cube to “occupy my mind” during sessions. I solved it in 3 minutes and drew a Sudoku grid on the back of my co-pay receipt. She called me “a bit intense.”

My plants are dying. I forgot to water them because I was working on a “Killer Sudoku” for 11 hours straight. My dog peed on my favorite blanket, probably out of spite. He misses old me. I miss old me too.

I just want someone to understand. Someone to look at me and say “wow, the way you filled in that 5 with such confidence—it’s beautiful.” But no one does. My mom blocked me on Facebook because I commented “NINE GOES IN BOX SIX” on her photo of a sunset.

I think I need help. Or maybe just... a really good pencil. Either way, if anyone wants to join my Sudoku support group, I’m hosting one every Tuesday in my kitchen. Bring erasers. And tissues.