You pervert! ! !

Of course Nangong Ji would not believe that he had the throne to inherit.

Because of this kind of lying to children, he heard it all the time in the orphanage.

Aunts with children took fairy tale books and told stories about little princesses and little princes.

The protagonists of those innocent fairy tales undoubtedly lost their parents who loved them, and then met the other half who saved themselves in the miserable life.

Every time the aunt finished reading the story, she would say: "You didn't come to the orphanage because you were abandoned by your parents."

"Before the parents who loved you dearly passed away, they didn't want you to be abused like little princesses and little princes, so they sent you here and became auntie's little angels."

The aunt who comforted them has become mottled with the years.

Nangong Ji still remembers the gentle voice he heard, telling the story of the princess and the prince over and over again, trying to make the children believe with anticipation:

They stayed happily in the orphanage, waiting for the knight in red cloak to take them back to the palace, inherit the throne, and live a happy life that everyone envies.

If the knight adults get lost, there will be angelic adoptive parents who will take care of the children on their behalf until the knight arrives.

He probably believed such a lie for three years.

It wasn't until Nangong Ji learned to use the computer in the orphanage and mastered the simple skills of programming.

It was only during the gap between learning programming languages ​​that I discovered the true meaning of the world.

They are nothing but orphans who have been abandoned and have no relatives.

There is no noble blood, and it is even more impossible to be picked up by the knights and live a happy life.

The best destination is to wait for a kind couple to take them out of the orphanage.

Of course, this could be the worst possible outcome.

After Nangong Yin secretly learned how to use a computer, she never believed in fairy tales again.

He knew from an early age that everything depends on himself.

As an orphan, it takes several times more effort to settle down in this world.

He is so angry now!

No wonder the bad brother kindly gave three days, not limited to hours, and generously exchanged information.

It turned out that he had no good intentions!

Nangong Xiaozai was also very unhappy today.

So Zhao Chenghuai was very happy.

He sent the silent and painful child to school, and returned to the company with a laptop.

Waiting for Party A's acceptance, the remaining ten days of child care time will be eliminated directly.

Zhao Chenghuai walked and thought about what game would be suitable for Yu Heng to play today.

Fortunately, it was his foot that was injured, otherwise Zhao Cheng would have been troubled for many days.

Maybe in the whole company, only Zhao Chenghuai felt happy because Yu Heng hurt his foot.

The directors are worried all day long, paying attention to Yu Heng's news from time to time, serving tea and water, and accompanying him to the toilet, lest the boss get hurt.

Accompanied carefully by all the staff, Yu Heng directly moved the meeting site into the office.

"Awakening" is about to be integrated, and after the package is completed, they will have a test version of the game.

There are no light effects, music and line dubbing, in a primitive game state, for internal testing by all members of the project team.

When Zhao Chenghuai arrived at the office, Yu Heng was having a remote online meeting with the project team to finalize the method, time, personnel, and channels of the internal test.

The detailed business arrangements made non-staff personnel like Zhao Chenghuai very boring.

He put down his laptop and found a place to sit under the silent gaze of everyone.

This time he didn't continue to play "Ni Zi", but sat there and looked at Yu Heng carefully.

This arrogant and arrogant guy seriously studied the appearance of the game, and Zhao Chenghuai always felt that his whole body was stained with light.

The afternoon sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling glass in the office coated the tips of his black hair with a unique transparent golden color.

Like a crown, it jumps on top of his head, fluttering up and down as he speaks.

It has been more than an hour since Yu Heng finished his work.

He turned his head and saw Zhao Chenghuai staring at him quietly.

"Why are you in a daze?" Yu Heng raised his voice.

For a moment, the deep eyes slowly met his gaze, so dark that they reflected the golden sunlight.

"I've finished writing the casual game you want." Zhao Chenghuai lowered his eyes and waved away everything about the crown in his mind.

He took out his laptop, "Let's take a look."

"Huh?" Yu Heng's face was full of disbelief, "So fast?"

Zhao Chenghuai's efficiency is always beyond his expectations.

It took less than three days to add up, and my younger brother was still taking care of himself yesterday, so he didn't have time to use the computer at all. Can you finish writing this?

Simply divine efficiency.

It was a module planned for leisure and entertainment in "Awakening".

It is different from high-intensity and high-frequency offensive and defensive competitions, independent of the economic model, and perfectly integrated into the entire "Awakening", becoming an indispensable part of the player's exploration of the game.

Yu Heng called it a tavern.

It means that the players have finished the fierce and exciting battle, waiting for the gap of the next duel, and spend the long matching time leisurely and easily in this place.

The program brought by Zhao Chenghuai only needs to give different level templates of the tavern.

According to these levels, Yu Heng will further refine and modify it to suit "Awakening".

He clicked to start, and saw the clumsy game model in the rough interface.

Although it was a small game composed of original codes, Yu Heng could see their prototypes at a glance.

For example, backgammon, such as Snake, such as Tetris.

Like to be as naive as his son, Yu Heng opened the backstage in surprise.

There are more than 20 classic mini-games in it. In order to express the sincerity of the creator, NPC lines are added after the game is over.

"You are a little stronger than I thought. But only a little."

"I never believed you could do it, and you really didn't surprise me."

"Are you trash?"

Ridiculous to the extreme, especially brother!

Yu Heng thought that this was not a level written by Zhao Chenghuai, but staring at these words, he instantly felt that he deserved to be his younger brother.

He made a professional evaluation in a helpless tone.

"Your friend is lacking in the imagination of the game mode. This kind of level is composed and becomes a casual game collection, but it marginalizes the scattered information in the database."

He can almost imagine that the players are addicted to the mini-game and don't care about the information prompts behind them.

The feeling of putting the cart before the horse made him stare at the screen, deep in thought.

Yu Heng thought he was teaching his younger brother.

Zhao Chenghuai listened to him training his son.

Moreover, Zhao Chenghuai also reminded appropriately: "Because he is more suitable for writing core codes, not for levels."

With Nangong's lackluster and barren life experience, it is already very good to be able to make these kinds of random games.

Yu Heng saw it.

Even if Zhao Chenghuai is interested in "Awakening", he is only interested in playing games.

In three days, he made a bunch of simple and rigid games, which already represented his silent protest.

However, because of the small game, Yu Heng had a new idea.

"Gobang, Snake, and Tetris are not unusable..."

He suddenly thought of a way.

In the tavern, all the classic mini-games can be perfectly reproduced, but they will not be exactly the same as the classics.

"I can make modifications that conform to "Awakening" based on the level you wrote, and then make a small game into an interaction for players to get clues!"

Zhao Cheng looked at him with interest, and corrected him silently: "My friend wrote the level."

"Okay, your friend!"

Yu Heng's blocked thoughts at that moment suddenly became clear, and he wanted to integrate the scattered information into a tavern.

But it suddenly occurred to him that the information itself could also become another kind of small game.

His dislike for the small game collection in front of him turned into appreciation.

Although the levels written by my brother are not very good, the idea of ​​combining classic mini-games and randomly selecting them is really interesting!

Yu Heng accepted Zhao Chenghuai's surprise with satisfaction, squinted his eyes slightly, and forgave the bad brother for his heavy hand last night.

"This program itself cannot be used in "Awakening", but I still thank your friend."

Yu Heng looked at him with a smile, "So, does your friend still want to offset the rest of your childcare time for you?"

That was the only requirement for him to take over Yu Heng's task.

However, he said, "No."

He dismissed the reward given by Yu Heng.

"But he said that he wanted to see the world of "Awakening" quickly and see what the level you modified would look like."

Sincere.

Even if Zhao Chenghuai couldn't help, the development progress of "Awakening" is still steadily on the schedule.

The expressiveness of the map and the interaction between game characters and scenes in the entire competitive mode have perfectly fulfilled Yu Heng's requirements.

And what he has to do is to personally modify the tavern between meetings and inspections.

The originally empty concept gradually took shape in the encyclopedia of more than 20 casual games handed back by Zhao Chenghuai.

This holy land of leisure and entertainment has gradually acquired the characteristics of Yu Heng's game making.

Boss Yu hurt his foot, so he can work overtime with peace of mind.

He even temporarily hired a driver to take him to and from work and home in the morning and evening.

Yu Heng patted Zhao Chenghuai's shoulder, and said earnestly, "The final exam is about to take place, and the Ye family boy is also a top student in Sunflower Junior High School. We can't always let the two of them stay together to delay their studies."

"So, recently, you have to spend time with Hide, and I will write programs well."

"It just so happens that the important feedback procedures for "Awakening" have been submitted in advance in advance, and there is no need to trouble your friend to help review it."

With Yu Heng's ruthless rejection, Zhao Chenghuai continued to take care of the cubs.

However, Nangong Ji didn't know anything, and was still looking forward to the release of the next mission.

It was noon again, and Zhao Chenghuai still picked up the cub empty-handed.

Nangong Ji was a little anxious, and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother, when will we have the next mission?"

He thinks about it, the world is not as good as the greatest freedom, and it is serious to find a way to make a living and accumulate wealth as soon as possible.

It's best to find some tasks in the black market with more money and less work, and fill in the 600 million owed by Yu Heng, so that he can truly live comfortably for the rest of his life!

However, the bad brother with silent eyes looked at him indifferently.

"The checkpoint you wrote, the acceptance did not pass."

Nangong Ji was like a bolt from the blue, with disbelief written in his blue eyes, "How is it possible? I have asked my dad for advice. He is the best game maker in the world. These games are definitely the most interesting classic gameplay... ..."

As he spoke, Nangong Ji's voice dropped in Zhao Chenghuai's calm eyes.

But he still pouted his mouth and argued unconvinced: "Does Party A understand the game?"

In the battle between father and son, Zhao Chenghuai hugged his arms and added fuel to the fire.

"My Party A also happens to be the person who knows games best in this world."

Zhao Chenghuai evoked a cruel smile, "So, because you didn't pass the checkpoint last time, he has terminated his cooperation with me. In the future, I won't give you the task."

"Why!" Nangong was shocked and surprised, "Even if I don't do well in the level, I can program. I can do other things besides games."

No mission equals no freedom.

The Kangzhuang Avenue planned by Nangong Xie finally suffered an unprecedented fatal blow.

The child's blue eyes were wide open, and grief and indignation were written all over his face.

It's a pity that Zhao Chenghuai doesn't feel bad at all.

We have to add more firewood to the fire.

"Because your dad said that you have a final exam."

Nangong Ji: ...

He knows it!

He knows it!

If there is no benevolence and righteousness in business, there will be no reason for not cooperating for a lifetime if the cooperation does not go well once.

It turned out that it was because of his father!

Zhao Chenghuai's final judgment on Nangong Ji was very accurate.

With one week left before the final exam, Yu Heng immediately became strict with Nangong Ji's serious study.

One English composition, one Chinese composition, and one math test paper every day.

Not much, but full of the old father's deep love for the second-grade pupils.

Zhao Chenghuai flipped through the "Encyclopedia of Excellent Compositions for Primary School Students" in his hand, and felt that Yu Heng really had a way of recruiting people.

Just like Ran Guangran.

Programming skills and level design skills are still immature.

However, as the director, he did indeed urge the outsourcing company to end the "Awakening" stage program ahead of schedule, ensuring that the kid would have plenty of time to study at the end of the term.

Otherwise, "Awakening" still needs to be reviewed and streamlined and handed over to him, and he will never do it.

Zhao Chenghuai, who is very self-willed, calmly faces the collapsed Nangong Ji.

Nangong Ji will never understand that he is only an eight-year-old second-grade child, why the homework assigned by his father is always abnormal beyond imagination.

The math test papers are distributed randomly from elementary school to high school, it all depends on which one the bad brother buys.

For an English composition, even if he has a draft in his mind, it takes more than 20 minutes to write correctly to make up [-] words.

Chinese composition is even more terrifying!

Because, he has an exclusive Chinese composition teacher——

Zhao Chenghuai!

I saw the teacher flip through the "Complete Collection of Excellent Compositions for Primary School Students", raised his dedicated eyes, and said:

"Today, you should first write an article about the significance of games to the future development of human society."

Depend on!

Nangong Ji stared at him silently, trying to condemn him spiritually.

As expected of the villain who bought practice questions for the first time and could buy real college entrance examination questions.

Dad entrusted him with the task, not because he wanted him to be the first in the school and get good grades, but simply to fill up all his free time and rack his brains for writing.

"Why, no?" Zhao Chenghuai smiled softly.

"Yes..." Nangong Ji's heart was burning with flames of hatred, and his eyes were blue and sparkling.

The status of the bad brother is extraordinary, he dares to bargain, so don't even think about helping with tasks to earn time in the future!

The fixed collocation of one Chinese composition, one English composition, and one math test paper every day is extremely effective.

Ling Nangong can think of the standard three-paragraph composition with his eyes closed, and he can answer any math problem in a second.

He even doubted that he would be able to take the college entrance examination this year and become a glorious college student.

Unfortunately, dreaming.

Nangong Ji endured intense training and still had to take the second-grade final exam arranged by Sunflower Elementary School.

The other children were happy, holding a feeling of "the holiday is coming soon", and answered the questions seriously with a pen.

Only Nangong Jiong was not happy.

From the simple finale, he could feel Yu Heng's cruelty.

If things go on like this, the relaxed and free summer vacation for elementary school students may backfire, allowing him to experience the bitterness of being a social person.

Nangong Ji, whose mind was full of hell on earth, answered the questions quickly.

Turn back the test paper——

Proposition composition "My Father".

Ah.

Nangong Ji couldn't restrain the sneer on his face on the spot.

Just four words can make him feel the vicissitudes of the world and the harshness of the world in one second.

Holding his pen, he conceived seriously: My father is a sinister, cunning, cunning, and cunning guy.

The pen was written, but the conditioned reflex became: my father is the best dad in the world.

Touching, those who hear it will be sad, and those who see it will cry.

When Yu Heng got the final exam papers and saw the full-score composition "My Father" by Nangong Ji, he couldn't help but hug his cute little boy.

Feel the joy of raising cubs.

Because, Nangong Ji's beautiful and neat handwriting wrote:

"My father is the best father in the world. He appeared in my life when I was seven years old, like a handsome knight in a cape. Since then, I have been well fed and warmly dressed , lived a carefree and happy life..."

Words of gratitude like these filled the children's broad composition grid.

Yu Heng originally planned to set a strict schedule during the summer vacation.

Keeping Nangong under his nose 24 hours a day, it is best to adapt to the fast-paced life of Hongye Company in advance, so that he can inherit the Hongye Empire 18 years later.

Now he doesn't want to.

He just wants the children to have a happy childhood.

So, Yu Heng happily took the Chinese test paper and asked, "Him, do you want to play a game?"

Nangong Ji immediately thought of the pain and torture of "Ni Zi Fell Flat", and the unparalleled joy of Tower Defense 2.0, and suddenly fell into a battle between heaven and man.

In Yu Heng's expectant expression, Nangong Xi stabilized his innocent and lovely expression.

"What game is it?"

"Is it interesting?"

"Is it fun?"

"Do you want to write complicated laws and regulations, and do you need to recite [-]-character argumentative essays?"

The issue of the baby's voice and childishness is completely a lesson learned by Nangong Xiong.

Yu Heng laughed out loud, and said, "It's a casual game that doesn't require writing rules or memorizing compositions. Dad made it for many, many people who like games to play, and it won't embarrass children!"

No embarrassment?

That's good!

Nangong's blue eyes lit up, "I want to play!"

He played for the whole summer vacation, faced with a computer that can be connected to the Internet, he would not worry about not being able to find opportunities and rely on himself!

The author has something to say: Nangong Ji: "My Father" should not be a composition for elementary school students, it should be a posthumous work of my life.

Yu Heng: That's great, you start writing from now on, [-] words a day.

Nangong Ji:? ? ?