The strongest game production method

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Wei Bo had a pretty smile.

But Yu Hanguang's nympho and bewildered look looks funny now.

He leaned closer and asked, "Teacher Wei, what a good idea? Don't hide it!"

Wei Bo regained his composure, that smile always seemed to come in a short time and go nowhere.

He opened the curtain, quickly built a theme frame named [Bo], and built a few artboards below:

[5 years old, studying at the No. [-] Primary School in Shangcheng District, Jingzhou City, happy]

[11 years old, fifth grade, parents changed jobs and returned to their hometown, sad]

[14 years old, freshman in high school, biology competition training, excited]

[22 years old, second year of research, Hackathon No.2, happy]

……

Then put a [#原家家庭] tag on the side of the subject box.

"I have sorted out my experience according to the key time points, which are mainly related to family affection."

"And my sister's." After Wei Bo finished speaking, he built a new theme box [Lili] in the same way.

"After Lili's accident, I thought about it for a long time. I used to think of her as a child with a temper. It wasn't until she yelled at me with tears in the hospital last time that I realized that my father's death hit her so hard. I didn't realize it. Her mistake... hurt her so deeply."

Yu Hanguang stared at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and patted his shoulder silently.

"Actually, I was also inspired by Lili, and I wanted to turn the pain that everyone wanted to talk about but didn't know how to say into a plot, and put it into the game." This shot seemed spiritual, and Wei Bo's face relaxed a little.

"Why pain? Wouldn't it be better to use happy things?" Yu Hanguang asked.

Wei Bo said: "Sims need enough plots, pain is more suitable than happiness."

Yu Hanguang quickly realized that happiness is always similar, but pain is different.

Wei Bo dragged the mouse on the screen to break up and connect the drawing boards in the two subject boxes, forming a binary tree, which looked quite like the classic graphics in the "traversal" section of the textbook.

Yu Hanguang immediately recalled the fear of being dominated by the data system class in college, and his eyebrows were about to fly.

Fear is a small matter.He frowned, but there was actually another reason for his uncertainty:

Is anyone really willing to speak out about pain unconditionally?

He always felt that opening up the pain directly to others is easy to be manipulated, and it also has a somewhat impure purpose-the reason why some people are willing to show it is not because the pain is good for him.

Not talking about pain to the outside world, just showing a smiling face - this kind of temperament was all forced out by his father Yu Qiao.

Yu Hanguang didn't have a real mother, and since he was a child, he loved to play tricks on this matter, and his stepmother couldn't control it.Whether he is really pitiful or pretending to be pitiful, no matter how he behaves like a monster, his father always gives him cold eyes, teaches him to put away those useless thoughts, and even more so teaches him not to reveal his thoughts easily.

He has been hit a lot, and now he is happy to act casually. This method is actually quite acceptable in the workplace where the benefits are frequent and nodding acquaintances.

Looking at it this way, can Wei Bo's idea come true?

Wei Bo turned his head back: "We ask the people around us and find out their pain. Let's do a demo first."

Yu Hanguang's hesitant expression was reflected in his eyes exactly, and he said again:

"trust me."

Yu Hanguang curled his fingers holding Wei Bo's seat.

He is recognized as smart, with quick thinking and thoughtful thinking; like a piece of software with a fast calculation speed.

But since he has partnered with Wei Bo, he has gradually seen that there is something called "wisdom" in that person-wisdom is not the same as cleverness, it is the power to go deep into the underlying code.

However, excellent low-level code also needs matching software, so it is not a waste of money.

trust you.

……

Yu Hanguang went through several members of the project team in his mind, and decided to pick the softest persimmon first.

He clicked on IM: [Chi Yu, are you in pain? 】

[Late language]: [? ? ? 】

[Yu Hanguang]: [What pain do you have? 】

[Late language]: [? ? ? 】

[Yu Hanguang]: [... I'm doing research for a new game. 】

[Chi Yu]: [My pain is the five words you often say: use the first draft. 】

[Yu Hanguang]: [? ? ? 】

[Chi Yu]: [Every time you say that, I think about my several million mortgages, and I have the right to adjust myself. 】

[Yu Hanguang]: [? ? ? 】

It was the first time he heard that someone used a mortgage to adjust his mood.

This persimmon is really soft.

"What pain do I have?" Liu Yang pedaled the balance bike buzzing beside the fountain in the park, "I think about it...ah, Chelsea lost again last night, my heart hurts..."

Yu Hanguang is lucky that he has long legs and can barely keep up with the balance bike. If he walks slower, he can only mess around in Yizhou's precipitous spring breeze.

"Let me ask it another way. Do you have any uncomfortable things in your heart that have been held in for a long time? We put it in the game and let everyone vent with you." He said.

Liu Yang touched his heart with his palm, and began to read: "...the students in the dormitory always snore when they sleep, and they don't wash their socks; I like playing football, but there are many people playing basketball in the department; there is an aunt in the school cafeteria who will give me more money. Get some meat and vegetables, after my aunt leaves, the new aunt will ignore me..."

The corners of Yu Hanguang's eyes twitched four or five times.

Young is so good.

Liu Yang paused with his feet on the ground, stopped the balance car, and smiled with straight brows: "I'm fine now, only troubles. Master, I'll help you go to the "Cracked Ice" player group to ask what they think. There are too many, once the content is adopted, a set of S-level ice climbing equipment will be given. Do you think it will work?"

... This kid's internship period has not yet expired, and he has become more and more popular.

Chi Yu and Liu Yang did not refuse, which somewhat gave Yu Hanguang confidence, and he turned around to buy milk tea again.

Liu Leilei squeezed the milk tea, and before Yu Hanguang could speak, she uttered a series of apprehensions: "Master, is it because our game data is not enough? Am I going to be fired? Is there anything I can't do well? Otherwise, why would you Gotta buy these..."

Yu Hanguang hurriedly closed the door of the meeting room: "Don't get me wrong..."

After listening to the question, Liu Leilei's tense heart relaxed.

She is really afraid of losing her job.

Liu Leilei was born in a single-parent family, and she still lives with her bedridden mother in the small room she rented, the size of a tofu cube.It is commonplace to go to the hospital to stay in bed after work; every penny has to be broken into several petals to spend.

It takes 1 minute to think about cooking noodles and adding an egg.

"I studied in Chongzhou University, the second in the whole department, and I can be recommended to Jingzhou University for postgraduate study. But I even gave up the postgraduate quota, so I want to come out and earn money." Liu Leilei said, "Fortunately, the company's salary High. Otherwise, if I pay my mother for chemotherapy, I won’t have any rent for next month.”

Yu Hanguang asked: "You're not a native of Yizhou either...then why did you come here?"

Liu Leilei considered for a few seconds, then whispered: "To find my sister."

"My mother used to work in Yizhou when she was young, and my sister got lost here. I heard from my mother... Back then, the lakeside square was full of people, and if you didn't pay attention, you would disappear with the child in your arms... ..."

She smiled self-consciously again: "This is my pain, it's nothing special, it seems a bit hypocritical."

After soaking in bitter water for a long time, people will become more "sensitive" and "insensitive".Sensitivity can make people feel the minutiae of grief, and insensitivity can quickly rationalize these encounters.

Yu Hanguang was speechless after listening.

……

Like many groups, the members of [Respecting the Liver] behind Yu Hanguang and Wei Bo’s backs also set up a small private chat group called [Liver Failure Frightens Crazy], where they complain about all kinds of troubles at work, and occasionally Look at the two of them.

It's not malicious, but for the boss, it's safer to be feared than loved (1), and for the subordinates, common complaints are more united than common praises.

Usually, what everyone complains the most is the workaholic style of [Master] and [Teacher Wei]; but since this period of time, the style of group chat has taken a 180-degree turn.

[Zhou Xiaosheng]: [Do you think there is something wrong with Master and his old man?Whenever I meet someone, I ask "Do you have any pain?", dog head.jpg]

[Chi Yu]: [Don't ask, asking is pain]

【Zhang Jiahao】:【...raise your hand】

[Liu Leilei]: [Let me tell you, I had an overtime class yesterday, but after ten o'clock in the evening, the master hadn't left yet. I looked up and saw that he was chatting passionately with the players...]

[Chi Yu]: [Oh, it's passionate late at night! ! !Male or female?Is it the Lianmai I thought it was? 】

[Liu Leilei]: [youbadbad...is an older brother in his 40s, master is a young boy, and I don't know what to talk about with other old men, we don't understand and we dare not ask]

[Liu Yang]: [The young boy is alright, by the way, we have already been scooped up by him, he just went to trouble Sister Chi again...]

Yu Hanguang was leaning against the side of Chi Lan's desk at the moment, sucking his itchy nose, resisting the desire to sneeze, and threw out that classic heavenly question.

With question marks all over Chi Lan's head, she slowly uttered a syllable with a rising tone: "Huh?"

She was also considering whether to tell Zou Haiyao about Yu Hanguang's bewildered behavior - this elusive Bole had greeted her in advance, and if there was any movement about Yang Ye and Yu Hanguang, remember to let him know.

"Xiaochi, is the administrative budget for Q2 ready..." Zhao Huifeng opened the door and entered, saw Yu Hanguang dangling by the table, and said, "Oh, I don't know someone is inside, excuse me."

Yu Hanguang hurriedly put on a smiling face: "It's not a big problem for me, you have dealt with it beforehand."

It may be that the brain is too tired and uncontrollable, or it may be due to inertia, he suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhao, do a small research for our new game, do you have any pain?"

Zhao Huifeng flipped through the documents at his desk without raising his head: "Your research is quite new. I just suffer from insomnia and wake up at four or five o'clock every morning."

Now it was Yu Hanguang's turn to give a suspicious "hmm".

Zhao Huifeng said: "I know what you want to ask. At our age, insomnia is normal, and no one can complain..."

Before Yu Hanguang could continue, Zhao Huifeng raised his head: "The insomnia is also because of my son... Of course I can't blame him. Sigh!"

Chi Lan had never seen Teacher Zhao's embarrassment before, and asked curiously: "Your son? Why have you never heard of it?"

"...Han Guang, are you 27 this year? Or 28? My son, who is about your age, has a very annoying personality. He fights against me every day. I can't do anything about him." Although Zhao Huifeng said so, he brought smiling proudly.

Zhao Huifeng's cell phone rang, he gestured to Yu Hanguang and Chi Lan, and went out.

"Tag statistics show that the ones with the highest frequency of occurrence are [#工场PUA], [#约约关系], [#原家家族], [#校园重重]. Let’s choose some representative tags and write two stories Small sample. With Leilei's style of writing, there should be no problem." Wei Bo said.

He converted the audio clips collected by Yu Hanguang into text cards, and wrote a semantic recognition program based on keywords.Sets of cards flow down vertically and are projected onto the screen like a waterfall.

The pain of life is nothing more than "seven emotions and six desires", Yu Hanguang connected them with "eight-faced and exquisite".

After finishing speaking, Wei Bo stared at Liu Leilei's topic column, and said again: "Leilei is not easy."

"Hey, it's not just Leilei who is not easy," Yu Hanguang waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Do you know how hard I worked?"

The smart watch lights up quickly with Yu Hanguang's movements, and the numbers are conspicuous.

23398 steps.

The past few days have been driving to and from get off work, and Yu Hanguang has basically never moved his feet. The [-] steps were purely in the office.

He cocked his tail triumphantly: "As a project manager, I should be in place, right?"

A "qualified" project manager needs to recruit people to form a team and schedule progress; to make samples and conduct internal testing; to report at the meeting, to ask the boss for money; to push the game to the platform, and then to continue to recruit people.

And a project manager who is "in place" has to bear the pressure of the team, bear the project risk, and solve all the problems.

Of his more than 2 steps, [-] steps were planned.

The computer screen was too small, so he simply requisitioned the small conference room with a magnetic wall in the corner, and Liu Leilei and he pasted the entire wall with sticky notes, checked the copywriting ideas and story lines one by one, and listed the Outline and design tasks.

Occasionally, colleagues pass by, always startled.I didn't know, I thought there were two old detectives squatting inside, following the clues all over the wall to track down the serial killer who had been on the run for many years.

The other [-] steps are for art.

Gang, Wei Bo, and Chi Yu confirmed the art details of the lighting as quickly as possible, and finalized the design of the general module. As a result, there were always problems with dyeing and strengthening, and the interaction made people frown. He pressed hundreds of finger prints on it.

There are still more than 3000 steps, which are purely done by overcoming gravity—because the time is too short, Yu Hanguang made a rule that whoever is late for work will treat everyone to drinks and snacks—as a result, he dug a deep hole and turned himself from scratch. It was buried in the end.

He hasn't been able to sleep for seven hours a day recently, and when he came to the company, he couldn't squeeze in the elevator during working hours, so he could only compete with Liu Yang and Zhou Xiaosheng every day for the penultimate place in the stair-climbing competition of the "Respect the Liver" Cup two.

Wei Bo looked at Yu Hanguang's side face, which was flushed due to long-term activities, and the long eyelashes not only failed to cover the eyes, but also made them clear.

These days he was busy working on the new game. Although he ate a few Kung Pao Chicken Pizzas for extra meals, Yu Hanguang looked even thinner.In the past, he still had some fat under his cheekbones, so he looked handsome, but now his milk fat has disappeared, his jawline has become more pronounced and his eyebrows are straightened, and his handsomeness has become handsome.

Wei Bo said: "Thank you for your hard work."

"What's the hard work? If it weren't for your technology, I would have to walk [-] steps a day." Yu Hanguang said in a normal tone, "There are always people who envy us, saying that making games is fun and happy. But who knows that we are full of bitter tears. As much fun as we are bald."

"but……"

Item is brand new, fragile like a newborn baby, incapable of expressing emotion, and needs constant nurturing attention.When returning home during the Chinese New Year, Yu Hanguang helped take care of his cousin's little baby. He felt that this kind of "caring" that was overwhelmed and busy was actually very similar.

Happiness is true. Behind the happiness, there is also boredom and pain.

But... Now that he has taken all the responsibility, he will take care of it, hold its hand, teach it to talk and walk, until it can stand up unsteadily—

Go on the journey of your own life.

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(1) From Machiavelli's The Prince.

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Making games is really exhausting. I recommend everyone to watch the documentary "Lonely Walk" by a domestic independent game producer. Love can last a long time.