Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  In the crowded classroom, Qian Shao's words were like a stone splashed into the calm water, and the waves surged.

  It was supposed to be a leisure scene with the approaching holiday, but the atmosphere became tense.

  Many people quietly slowed down the movement of packing things, stopped the pace of leaving, and listened with pricked ears.

  The one with thicker lines looked directly at the four people in the field with interest, as if they were eating melons.

   Fang He’s dormitory is also a strange existence in their class, especially Fang He.

  Hidden in appearance and easy-going, Fang He usually keeps a low profile in class.

It's just that when other people played games and went out to roam around during college, Fang He didn't participate in the slightest like living alone. He didn't even know where he went every time he finished class or even skipped get out of class. His grades in each academic year were much lower than others. , which seems outrageously high-profile.

   Gradually, everyone got used to Fang He's mystery, but after all, some people found him uncomfortable out of inexplicable psychology, such as Fang He's roommates.

  In the past, several people would occasionally run on Fang He, and this was the first time that they were so nakedly mocking.

  Sometimes the contradictions in life are the result of subtle accumulation, but there is no warning when they erupt.

  Many people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal were already looking forward to Fang He's retort, and some people thought that Fang He's previous behavior would at most make him laugh.

   But these people are obviously wrong.

  With eyes like water, Fang He said slowly: "I don't know what is the most important thing to you, but what I have to do is probably more meaningful than you."

   He used a calmer tone than usual, but everyone could feel his sincere confidence, as if what he was certain of must be correct.

   There is no counterattack, no anger, no explanation, this down-to-earth young man doesn't care how he looks in the eyes of everyone, because he believes in his own ideas.

  Until now, all the beings present knew that what was hidden under Fang He's plain shell was deep arrogance.

  Qian Shao was also taken aback, but he didn't expect Fang He to react like this, and became inexplicably furious.

  Born with a golden soup key in his mouth, he is used to being pampered and pampered. He always likes to use his life experience to suppress others.

   This is the reason why Qian Shao has always been unhappy with Fang He. In the past, Fang He's attitude left him nowhere to vent. He didn't expect that his so-called sense of superiority would not gain the upper hand when confronted head-on.

   Laughing angrily, Qian Shao asked: "Oh? I don't know what meaningful things our busy Fang is doing? Why don't you reveal it?"

  Fang He shook his head. He was no longer the high-spirited young man in the game, let alone a freshman who entered university with hope.

  The current Fang He can become a key elite in any game company, but after getting along with everyone in Fengyun Studio for so long, Fang He feels that he is not qualified to call himself a game developer.

  He has a ruler in his heart, and his professional confidentiality allows him to keep the information of the game under development firmly locked in his heart, and he will not reveal the slightest, even if the game is about to be launched.

   "I don't need to explain to you." Fang He's words seemed more blunt, but many people inexplicably felt that what Fang He said was the truth.

   It's just that Qian Shao certainly wouldn't let go of such an opportunity to mock Fang He, with a bitter look on his face.

"Is there anything more meaningful than just sitting and making money? How about this, Fang He, you will hang out with me next school year, so that next summer vacation I will also ask my uncle to help you with a penguin internship, so that after graduation At that time, jobs with dignity were not chosen randomly.”

  If Fang He didn’t continue to make money, there was no possibility of communication between the two of them in their respective positions. He turned his head to look at the roommate who was hesitant before, and said calmly:

   "I have no right to interfere with my own path. I only hope that each of you will not regret the decision you made."

   Having finished speaking, Fang He had no intention of continuing with the three of them, so he turned his back and walked away slowly.

  Obviously succeeded in running Fang He down, but Qian Shao felt like a loser, looking at Fang He's back, he snorted coldly.

   "Posting, a loner like you, no wonder you have no friends."

  Unhappy, Qian Shao directly labeled Fang He as withdrawn, as if he wanted other people to treat him with the same preconceived notion and to exclude Fang He.

  The dog leg next to him nodded indignantly, but the other person whom Fang He had spoken to before was silent, with confusion in his eyes.

  Qian Shao’s words were not low-pitched, Fang He heard them, but he didn’t want to make any more fuss, he just wanted to express his sincerity, and he didn’t need to care if others misunderstood it.

  At this moment, there were chaotic footsteps at the door of the classroom, and a rough and heroic voice sounded.

   "Fucking, what is this your game academy, I came to find my brother!"

   "Who am I? I'm your uncle! You don't even know me, so it's been a waste of years in college! Go!"

  Hearing this familiar voice, Fang He was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled wryly.

  The footsteps grew louder, and a group of people seemed to be approaching this way. Everyone in the classroom was also attracted by the movement, and became curious.

  Although the game academy is ranked high in Tomato University, but their computer game major has only been opened for a few years, and it is basically in a marginalized position. How could anyone come here.

   Before everyone could think about it, the door of the classroom was violently pushed open with a slam, and the violent heat flow blew away the cold air in the classroom.

"Huh, I'm so hot." Although the visitor had a formal appearance, his behavior was much more rude. After shaking off his hot sweat, he looked around the classroom, and soon fell on one person, his eyes lit up, and he greeted loudly stand up.

   "Fang Shen, you are here, why did it take so long, it was so hot outside, I couldn't wait to come in directly."

   Immediately after him came in was a girl with a beautiful appearance and a smiling face. After seeing Fang He, her eyes glowed. After that, a large number of students like horses poured in.

   "It's the president of the student union, Su Kuang, the big devil who majored in financial management, and Luo Qing, the school beauty! How could they come here!"

  A sharp-eyed person immediately recognized Su Kuang and Luo Qing, his voice trembling, seeing the subconscious words that caught Su Kuang's attention, he hurriedly bowed.

   "Hello, Senior Su!"

   There was an uproar in the classroom, and immediately many people seemed to have remembered some bad rumors, and they also bowed quickly one after another.

   "Hello, Senior Su!"

  Su Kuang raised his eyebrows, and raised his voice in displeasure.

   "Where did you learn this bad habit? How many times have you said it? Don't call me senior!"

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