Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

   In the heat of summer, the sun is scorching hot.

  The venomous sunshine caused pedestrians on the road to hide back and forth, looking for Internet cafes or cafes to rest and escape the summer heat, passers-by who couldn't steal this comfort while rushing to schedule, also cursed secretly and quickened their pace.

  In the spacious classroom, the hot air spreads here, but it is blocked by the thick and closed windows and the cold air that circulates continuously in the room.

  It was just drowsiness creeping in without warning. Occasionally, there was a yawn, and someone was lying at the desk earlier.

  The only voice other than this is probably the ups and downs on the podium, and the nagging sound with a little urging.

   "Okay, that's all for the next semester. I hope everyone will work harder. Halfway through your college time, reflect on your grades this semester, and it's time to get active."

   It seemed that the words had come to an end. The middle-aged man with thick black-rimmed glasses on the podium clapped his hands covered with chalk dust, and calmly glanced at the sentient beings under the podium.

Obviously there is no full classroom, and a group of students are scattered in twos and threes. You can tell how many people are missing just by looking at it. As for the one who really listened to what I just said, except for a student in the front row who was taking notes seriously, probably nobody.

  The teacher-like man sighed and didn't intend to say anything. Their new major has not been opened for a long time. Although their Tomato University is also a famous school, it is inevitable that the students who come in are mixed. He can't control it, and he doesn't want to.

  Even in this place where knowledge is open, he can only play a guiding role, and these young people who are about to enter the society still have to walk the road.

  But who has already walked ahead of the starting line, and now we can see some clues.

He also glanced at the young man under the podium who was carefully scanning the remaining content on the blackboard and taking notes. Although this time the class meeting often saw this young man take out his mobile phone to do other things like everyone else, but the seriousness revealed in his bones was true. It can be seen.

   "It's almost here. If that's the case, let's end the meeting."

  The words of the middle-aged man were like a switch, which lifted the spirits of the drowsy students. Finally, they were willing to raise their heads from the desk and nodded vigorously, as if they had listened extremely attentively just now.

   "Oh." Sighing again, not wanting to argue with these tricky students, the middle-aged man waved his hand and walked out of the classroom.

   And the atmosphere in the room is also relaxed.

   "Hey! I'll just say it, Lao Mu is just the same way, why come and listen?" In the middle of the classroom, before everyone got up, a careless student was packing up his things while complaining casually.

  The classmates around me nodded, and the others who left their seats and gradually left didn't talk to each other, but they all thought about the same thing.

"Hey, but the third year is about to start writing test questions for the project, and I'm going to find a big factory for internship. I heard that Fengyun Studio has a new game to be launched recently. I don't know if there is still time to get into the pit." Suddenly, A person beside him complained.

  Tomato University is similar to other universities. For game development majors like theirs, if you don’t find an internship to brush up your resume during the summer vacation of your junior year, and wait for the campus recruitment during the graduation season of your senior year, it’s really hard to get into those big-name game manufacturers.

  They were able to be admitted to Tomato University because they were somewhat ambitious in their hearts. Not to mention their own abilities, if they were to be subjugated to some small game companies or even studios, there were not many people who could accept it steadfastly.

"Hey, I'm fine. My old uncle works at Penguin. I've already greeted him in advance. Then I can go in for an internship. If I'm lucky, I can have a relaxing job and fish. Hey, next school year will still be the same. You can play and fly." The person who spoke first smiled triumphantly, with a faint sense of superiority in his heart.

  In the classroom, the ordinary people who were about to leave paused, and cast envious glances at the student in the middle of the classroom who looked like a kid from a rich family.

  After entering university, many people find that they are different from before. The starting line is no longer equal, and the winner is decided at the last moment.

  Academic grades, grade points, relationship with tutors, internship experience, and even one's own background, will gradually widen the gap between each other. In fact, everyone will be different in the choice they can make after graduation.

   That wealthy student is typical, with a golden spoon in his mouth, no matter how he messes around, he will not be worse than everyone who works hard. Sometimes the gap between people is that big.

   Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, Kuo Shao was even more proud, and said carelessly.

   "Let me see, it's enough to play in college. It's not as exaggerated as what Lao Mu said. He casually hangs out for an internship, looks for connections, has a good network, and graduates are easy. Don't you think so?"

   "Yeah, yeah, it's better to see far away with less money. Learning and playing are not a waste of time!"

The students who complained before were also moved by their eyes, and felt that what Qian Shao said was a bit reasonable. If I showed my face in front of Qian Shao more, I would be happy to play games with him, maybe I could ask him to help me to take him for an internship. No matter how bad it is, the second-class ones are not bad.

  Thinking in this way, the student couldn't help showing a flattering smile and echoing his agreement.

  Not a single word of the conversation between the several people fell into the ears of the student sitting in front of him.

   I don't know if I heard this sigh, or seeing that my high-spirited speech did not attract the expected attention. Seeing that the crowd gradually dispersed, Qian Shao was a little dissatisfied, and suddenly turned his head and spoke in a high-profile manner.

   "Hey, let's open up wasteland overnight in a few days, what kind of new game of Dungeons and Warriors, will you come, Fang He?!" There was a sense of superiority in the tone.

  The expressions of the two echoing people beside him were incomprehensible, why did Qian Shao make a decision for the two of them directly, he hesitated to speak, and did not dare to open his mouth to refute his face.

  Slightly fair and slender, Fang He turned around and adjusted his decorative black-rimmed glasses, his eyes were full of inexplicable colors.

  Qian Shao's momentum was slightly stagnant, but he still straightened up, looking down at Fanghe from the height of the lecture theater, and finally calmed down.

   Fang He was not annoyed when he was called on for no reason, and smiled flatly, "I'll forget it, I still have things to do, I wish you all a good time."

   As he spoke, he didn't know what he thought of, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth for no reason.

  Unexpected result, Qian Shao also knew it would be like this.

  It's just that, looking at Fang He's smiling face this time, an inexplicable anger surged in my heart.

  A bitter look appeared on his face, Qian Shao shrugged and mocked:

   "I said, what's the matter with you, Fang He, you are mysterious all day long, and you act like a busy person, disappearing every day. Could it be that your business is more important than finding a job after graduation, or finding a date by playing games?"

   With a teasing tone, Qian Shao and the two people beside him looked at each other for a few moments, and laughed loudly.

  Fang He's footsteps as he was about to leave seemed to be frozen at this moment, he turned his head and took a fixed look at Qian Shao, his eyes suddenly calmed down.

  If someone who is familiar with Fang He is present, he will know that Fang He is angry