The strongest game production method

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The sky was dark and the snow seeds were getting denser; tiny white particles hit the windows one after another, making a rustling noise.

Meng Ai escaped from Yang Ye's knife-like sharp eyes, heard the sound and looked at the foggy glass, but his thoughts flew to the scorching summer long, long ago.

He found that he always seemed to like to recall summer, perhaps because this season is always connected with the lively atmosphere of fireworks.

The top students who participated in the competition were busy training, and the beer at the barbecue stand outside the school was extremely cheap. Although the dormitory building with unlimited electricity did not have air conditioning, they could finally play games all night.

There are also azure T-shirts, desk chairs at the wrong height, and the mark in the center of the helix.

And fateful encounters and separations.

"You have the nerve to mention him?" Yang Ye repeated word by word.

"These two paintings have been hanging with you for so long," he continued coldly, "and even faked a job number of 003, huh."

EyeMore003.

Another thing that I didn't know came up - it was a question that I had been curious about since I joined the company. Yu Hanguang put his hands behind his hands on the back of the sofa and kept silent.

"I ask you, when did it start?" Meng Ai was still sitting, but avoided Yang Ye's stabbing words.

"Is it meaningful to ask such a question?" Yang Ye glanced at Meng Ai and said contemptuously, "After so many years, you still haven't made any progress at all. You only do superficial things and don't get the point."

"Old Yang!" Qin Haotian lowered his voice and shouted anxiously.

Meng Ai pursed her slightly dry lips: "I should ask you why you did this, right?"

"Although you are mediocre, you are not stupid." Yang Ye bent slightly, with a trace of sadness on his face, "I am poor and short-sighted, and I love money like my life. If the money is handed over, I would be a fool if I don't take it."

Meng Ai's eyelids were tight, and he remained motionless like a sculpture.

Yang Ye seemed to understand Meng Ai's mind: "Do you believe it or not."

A strange smell of gunpowder wafted through the room, and everyone present fell silent.

But this kind of silence is not like the brief silence caused by the confrontation of ideas when discussing work in the past, but more like the calm stalemate before the storm.

Calm, but suffocating.

"Yang Ye, I admit that when I was in college, I had some prejudice against you." After a long while, a voice disrupted the rapidly spreading tense atmosphere.

It turned out to be Zou Haiyao.

"But that was all a long time ago. If you're out of luck because of this, it won't be too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. You can do it like this."

"Three Musketeers of Jixinyuan? It's like a joke." Yang Ye's voice was hoarse, not to be outdone, "I'm not interested in the small circle you two formed. Zou Haiyao, you and Meng Ai have a lot of friends. , best at doing crap like forming cliques. But I've never cared about it."

School, in fact, is no different from adult society, there is no shortage of snobbish things such as worshiping high and trampling low, and taking food from others; it's just that the public youth and collective life are just right as a fig leaf.

Yu Hanguang saw an expression on Yang Ye's face that he had never seen before.

--disgust.

From a person's hobbies, he may not be able to see his sincerity; but from the things he dislikes, he must be able to see it.

Zou Haiyao's tone was slightly higher: "I don't know if it's true or not. We didn't take you to play, you just named your broken team [Neighborhood Poor Student Stationery Team] at the Hackathon, Who do you look down on?"

"Although you are mediocre, you have a good memory." Yang Ye changed from his usual smoothness, and retaliated to him without any hesitation, "I just look down on you, Zou Haiyao."

Yu Hanguang looked at these senior brothers who were more than half a round older than him pointing at Maimang, but what shook him was those insignificant and naive memories of his college days. Can't help laughing dumbfoundedly.

A man is a juvenile until his death... No, he is a giant baby until his death.

The Hackathon of Yizhou University’s School of Computer Science and Information Technology encourages students to diverge and innovate. Although he has not participated in it, he has also heard of the metaphysics of team names-the so-called "baby bitch life", the team with the weirder the name The better the performance, so everyone is thinking They racked their brains when naming names, each showing their special abilities.

What about [unable to move team], [unable to connect team], [unable to type code], [unable to write homework], a buddy in Yu Hanguang's class formed a team called [kiss here recommends you quit the team], As a result, she developed insignificantly all the way, and even won the first prize.

[I suggest you quit the team here] Because it was too cute, it was also featured in the school newspaper.

He can see Yang Ye's ability in his eyes, and he must have shown his sharpness when he was young.It's normal for a gifted student like him who is a key major in a key university to be young and vigorous, with a little temperament of arrogance.

Flaws do not conceal virtues, more real than perfection.

Yu Hanguang thought about it again, and felt that there was something wrong.

——A person's character is not so easy to change unless he has suffered a huge change.

What is the reason that turned the high-spirited young man into this sleek, sophisticated and money-loving appearance?

His thoughts were interrupted by a sneer, and he heard Yang Ye say: "You guys are not only poor students with a lot of stationery, you have been king bombs since your reincarnation."

"From the first day you entered school, you are the envy of everyone wherever you go. But without such an identity and family background, would your life still be as smooth as it is now?"

Qin Haotian had just taken a sip of tea, and coughed lowly: "Yang Ye, don't say a few words! What reincarnation is not reincarnation!"

Yang Ye paused, as if to save Qin Haotian's face, he lowered his tone: "Why, do you think my words are ugly? Doesn't the birth of people like us look like a joke?"

Seeing that the tea leaves in Qin Haotian's teacup were soaked and sank to the bottom of the cup, Yang Ye said, "Tea is a good thing. My family is in the county below Sushan Mountain, and what I do is tea picking. But I'm afraid you don't know it. A better accompaniment to tea is steamed buns—my favorite in high school."

"When I was in high school, let alone weekends, I only had one day off every month. Other parents took advantage of the holidays to bring delicious food to school. My mother picked tea, and her waist and legs were sick. At the end of the month, I can only ask the villagers to bring me two bags of steamed buns."

His eyes were empty, but the green in the tea garden floated in his pupils.

That kind of green is not normal, like a spreading mold, and also like a chronic disease in his youth.

"Wash the tea leaves, dip them in steamed buns, keep you full, and wake you up. I've been eating like this for three years."

Yu Hanguang stood beside the sofa, wondering whether Yang Ye's sudden recollection of bitterness and sweetness was playing the bitterness card, or trying to divert his attention.

He was just about to signal Meng Ai not to let Yang Ye mislead the question, but Wei Bo quietly grabbed his sleeve.

"I live in a dormitory with 20 people in one room, and there is not even a place to step down. It is used to detain prisoners of war, which may violate the Geneva Convention."

"The teacher told us that life is like a marathon, and we must persevere. At that time, there was a banner hanging in the classroom. Do you know what it is?" Yang Ye laughed at himself, "As long as you don't die, learn from the dead."

After speaking, he looked at Meng Ai who was expressionless.

That's right, a son of a private high school like Meng Ai will never understand these ten words in his whole life.

"When I studied half dead and entered university, I realized that life is indeed a marathon, but no one told me that it was a marathon run in the 400 meters. my circle."

This is the truth he understands standing in front of the school ATM machine and deposit machine.

"It's ridiculous to say that. Yida secretly transfers 300 yuan to my meal card every month. I'm afraid I can't even afford half of your clothes with this money."

"But for a long time, I have been looking forward to the stars and the moon every month, and I am looking forward to the 300 yuan subsidy to save my life." He turned to Meng Ai and said, "I like money, is there a problem?"

Poverty itself is not terrible, but it makes people poorer materially.

But being poor is odious because it deprives one group of people of the opportunity to stand on the same starting line as another group of people.

"All roads lead to Rome" is true, but it is not finished.

The next sentence is - someone was born in Rome.

Why?

He couldn't figure it out.

The office is like a steamer that is gradually heating up. Yu Hanguang raised his hand and wiped the hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, calming down his thoughts and recalling the origin of the 300 yuan.

Yizhou University once became a hot search for a big data project of "invisible funding by meal card".

The school will count students who spend frequently in the cafeteria but only dare to buy cheap food such as steamed buns and fried dough sticks, and put money into their meal cards.And in order to protect the self-esteem of the students, no third party except the school and myself will know about this funding.

Zou Haiyao blushed slightly, took off his heavy cashmere coat, shook his head and said, "It wasn't like this when you entered the company earlier."

"Earlier, I did thank Aimeng earlier." Yang Ye regained his familiar composure, "I resigned from my former company, and the non-competition was imposed on me, but I couldn't go to any good places, so I had to go back to Yizhou."

"Yeah, how good it was when you first came back from Jingzhou. Why is it now..." Qin Haotian moved his eyes to Yang Ye's face.

The big companies in Jingzhou provided resources and opportunities for themselves; most importantly, the big companies taught themselves how to behave.

The sharp sword is a weapon in the boy's hands, but when the boy turns into a screwdriver on the assembly line, the sword makes him look like a ridiculous Don Quixote.

Not just the sword in your hand, but also the sharp daydreams and passions in your chest, everything is covered by the day-to-day email conferences, half-price fast food at night in convenience stores, messages from landlords asking for money, and the promises to be made. To the bank statement repeatedly flushed.

until rusted.

Life gave him the cold water of being condescending, and he had to return it with a cautious smile.

Such a smile was even upgraded to humor by him.

——There is a distant silence behind it.

Fortunately, luck and misfortune depend on each other, he returned to Yizhou by mistake, and made a comeback.

"I pretended." Yang Ye saw that Qin Haotian's eyes were full of disbelief, and added, "You... you can believe it or not."

"Otherwise, why would I stick to the commercial platform, and even buy comics to make games earlier? Do you really think I want to find a second curve for Meng Ai? Let me tell the truth, Meng Ai, you are safe when you are a little rich, with far-sighted vision and courage." Far from it." He changed his ease into contempt, and then glanced at Yu Hanguang.

Yu Hanguang's temples were tightened by that gaze.

He has a clear mind, but at this moment he only blames himself for not being sharp enough.

Whether it's a coincidence or deliberate, Yang Ye's two set ups have been broken by himself. He is like looking at the flowers in the fog, and he doesn't understand whether the look in this look means resentment or admiration.

Qin Haotian asked: "Did you really take all that money away?"

Yang Ye was silent.

Since you can't get friendliness and appreciation, you shouldn't continue to pursue interests.

The world praises kind and good people, young men in fresh clothes and angry horses, and outstanding talents.

But the world will only envy the king who turns his hands into clouds and his hands into rain.

Meng Ai stood up, the expression between his brows was colder than the sky outside the window.He looked at the wall together with Yang Ye, and suddenly said: "You said that I am a little rich, but I can't support a big business just by dreaming of getting rich. Money is a means, not an end in itself."

"Do something more important than making money."

Yang Ye curled his lips straight: "You have never been short of money, and you have never stumbled, so naturally everything is right."

The green color of the tea garden is undoubtedly poetic to people like Meng Ai, but as soon as a young child puts on his schoolbag, he knows that he must go to the tea garden to deliver clothes and meals to his mother, otherwise he will not be able to wear clothes or eat.He watched it every day and year after year, and realized the cruel truth of "the farmer's little leisurely month" and "the man who is all over the body" in his boredom.

Until the child grew into a thin and tall boy, the schoolbag was never removed.

He left the tea garden in silence.

"I didn't say that. You're not the only one who is still taking 300 yuan for meals after going to college." Meng Ai said meaningfully.

"Don't mention him!"

Everyone was shocked by Yang Ye's sudden roar.

"What qualifications do you have? If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you..." He murmured in despair.

Yang Ye turned around and turned his back to the wall.

For a moment, Yu Hanguang saw some dodge in his eyes, but there was a strangeness in that dodge—this kind of eyes reminded him of a waterfall whose falling momentum was blocked by a huge rock, or the light that was forced to distort around a black hole.

Qin Haotian stood up anxiously, busy trying to smooth things over: "Don't let this happen again."

"God Lu's death was really just an accident..."

"God Lu, Cheng Lu, EyeMore003."

"I know that many people in the company are curious. Hanguang, you asked me." Qin Haotian sat in front of the computer screen and buried himself in the Yizhou University campus news website for a long while, finally finding a piece of news from more than ten years ago.

"We were all in the same research group back then. The supervisor was the dean, and he basically didn't show up in the laboratory. Lushen is both our big brother and our little boss."

With a livid face, Yang Ye drove everyone out of the office, saying that he wanted to clear everything up with Meng Ai alone.Meng Ai did not refuse.

Qin Haotian looked at the eyes full of longing but didn't dare to ask more, sighed, and simply took them to his office.

At this time, even Lian Chang was staring at the tofu cubes on the screen, and the red-haired woodpecker changed into a cute appearance, standing motionless in front of the table.

Qin Haotian thought for a while, then looked at Zou Haiyao: "It's been a long time, Dr. Lushen was about to graduate that year, I was in the second year of graduate school, Lao Zou, you and Lao Meng have not yet entered the senior year, and it was only a month or two months after joining the group .”

Zou Haiyao nodded and said: "I only entered after the final exam. Meng Ai entered early, and Lushen had supervised their homeroom teacher for two years; they have a very good relationship, otherwise, how could the Hackathon get to Lushen?" As an instructor."

Qin Haotian asked: "Oh, by the way, what's the name of your team?"

"...'The stationery of the poor students is just so dissatisfied and holding back' team." Zou Haiyao touched his nose in embarrassment, pulled up two chairs, gave one to Zhao Huifeng, and sat on the other: "Take the second chair." one."

Everyone: "..."

Even Zhao Huifeng couldn't hold back a light cough.

A humble name is easy to support, and the wisdom of the ancestors must be believed.

But Yu Hanguang suddenly realized something uncharacteristically.

——No wonder Meng Ai has always talked about "poor students have a lot of stationery".

"It was a good time in the group, oh!" Qin Haotian sighed, "In the end, I ran into...the car accident."

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Our 003, Brother Cheng Lu appeared

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Lao Yang: The poor student next door has a lot of stationery

Lao Meng and Lao Zou: Poor student stationery is just too much dissatisfaction

Man, until death is a giant baby

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Some universities in China have a "meal card big data" project. In order to take into account the self-esteem of poor students, they will quietly transfer money to their meal cards every month, which is a very heart-warming approach.

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