Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  Old Mu rubbed his eyes vigorously, his throat felt dry.

   "Fang He...is this?"

   "Yes." Fang He nodded seriously, "I plan to start from this direction for the next graduation thesis."

  ? ? ?

  Old Mu had a black question mark on his face.

   Are you kidding me? !

  It’s okay for others to write crooked theories, but you’re here to write game strategies?

   "I'm talking about Fang He. In fact, the graduation thesis is just casual. I think the nerds in your dormitory have a good selection of candidates. You can just hang out like them."

  Old Mu laughed dryly, and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

   What an international joke!

   You must know that Fang He’s thesis will be published from his side. By then, other places in the academic circle will be serious. As for the title of his side that impacts the three views, where should he put his face?

   "Teacher, don't worry, I have my own measure." Fang He smiled politely.

   "No, I won't allow you to write such casual content." Seeing the softness, Lao Mu changed his face and said seriously.

   "How can a small online game be used as the subject of an academic paper? I don't admit it!"

  Fang He was taken aback, and asked helplessly, "Teacher, the direction of our academic thesis...can't be drawn up by ourselves?"

  Lao Mu stagnated slightly, thinking of something.

  Due to the special situation on Fang He's side, the other side has the right to independently decide the content of the graduation thesis, even if he has no right to interfere.

  If this continues, won't I become a laughing stock among my peers?

  Thinking of this, the old wooden face collapsed.

   "No, I'm going to discuss with the dean, you wait here now!" After calming down, Lao Mu left a word and left aggressively.

   "Hey, teacher!"

  Fang He still wants to keep one or two, but the door has been closed.

  Fang He was a little helpless, he was about to explain, why did he leave?

  The light on the computer screen hadn’t gone out, Fang He sat back in front of the computer again, and pulled out a bunch of documents.

   These are sorted out by myself.

  According to estimates, it should be more than enough to complete the dissertation.

   While Fang He was thinking, the phone at hand suddenly rang.

  Fang He picked it up casually.

"Hey?"

   "Hey, Fang Shen, I watched today's live broadcast, it's too powerful, and the show is full of effect!" On the other end of the phone, Su Kuang's hearty voice is very recognizable.

   "Whenever, let's go to matchmaking together!" Su Kuang's voice was very excited.

  Fang He smiled wryly, when did this guy get wind of it?

   "I can do it, but you are very busy recently, right? Graduation is approaching, have you thought about what to do in the future?"

  As the son of the Su Group, Su Kuang’s university days were obviously gilded through a cutscene just like Fang He’s, and even his graduation thesis could be handed over to others to complete.

   "Of course, Fang Shen, I have already thought about it, and I plan to suggest that the family develop chips in the future!" On the other end of the phone, under the rough voice, Su Kuang's eyes were extremely bright.

   "Chip development?" Fang He was stunned.

   "Yes, the game industry has been booming these years, and the supply of corresponding electronic products has increased by more than ten times! This is something that VR equipment could not do before."

   Su Kuang spoke eloquently.

   "The continuous improvement of game concepts and technology will inevitably bring about technical requirements. Our Su Group already has a foundation for this, and it will not be difficult to implement it!"

  Fang He was stunned, and said with a smile, "That's a good idea."

  He remembered that Mr. Yun had mentioned a few words to himself before, that although the game industry has occupied a leading position in China for a short time, the hardware technology is far from enough.

   "By the way, Fang Shen, you are writing your graduation thesis recently, how is the progress?"

  Patting his head, Su Kuang seemed to have thought of something.

   "Everything is going well, except that the tutor may be a bit sad." Fang He thought for a while, and then casually told Su Kuang what happened just now.

   "Hey, what's the matter, I'll settle it." With a smile, Su Kuang patted his chest to make sure.

   "Don't mess around..." Fang He was speechless.

   "Don't worry, don't worry, am I the kind of person who messes around?"

"Are not you?"

   "Am I?"

   Both ends of the phone fell silent, and then the two couldn't help laughing in relief.

   "Let's not talk about this, Fang Shen, do you have any thoughts about your future after graduation?" On the other end of the phone, Su Kuang suddenly raised a serious topic.

   "Huh?" Fang He was puzzled, "Isn't it just going on according to the current situation, Fengyun Studio..."

   "No, Fang Shen, I'm not talking about this matter."

   Interrupted Fang He's words in a rare way, Su Kuang on the other end of the phone was slightly silent, his tone became serious, and he spoke again.

   "I'm talking about you and that girl Luo Qing..."

  …

  Old Mu hurriedly walked on the boulevard to the college, the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he became.

  A top student with an amazing professional resume in game development, who often ranks first in the school year, actually wants to write a...game strategy for his graduation thesis?

   Or a little-known, ubiquitous browser game?

  This is simply reckless!

  The dignity of a teacher was suddenly established in his heart, and Lao Mu had already decided that Fang He must not be allowed to squander his talent at will like this!

   Approaching the college, seeing that the lights in the dean's office were still on, Lao Mu calmed down a bit and quickened his pace again.

   After a few steps up the stairs, he soon arrived at the door of the dean's office.

  After finishing the draft, Lao Mu cleared his throat and was about to say something.

   "Uh, Dean..."

  The door was violently opened!

  Old Mu was taken aback. The person who came out of the door was not the paunchy dean he had imagined.

   It's a group of...students in cold clothes and black sunglasses?

  A group of people filed out without even looking at Lao Mu, until the last person came out, and then stopped.

   Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Lao Mu, and the man had a smile on his face.

   "Looking for the dean? He's still inside, please go ahead."

  Old Mu looked at the student suspiciously, and it looked familiar. He remembered that the clothes of this group of people seemed to belong to the student union.

   And the person in front of him seems to be the president of the student union... Su Kuang.

   "Uh, thank you." Feeling at war between heaven and man, Lao Mu still decided not to investigate too much, and walked in the door silently.

   "Dean, you... what's wrong with you?!"

  As soon as he entered the door, Lao Mu was taken aback by the sight in front of him.

  The originally luxurious and stylish office was in a mess. You must know that the dean used it for public and private use two years ago, and redecorated his small cubicle.

  The tea set and chess set inside are all treasures of the dean, but now they are dilapidated.

  Even the dean's face was bruised and purple.

   "Ahem, it doesn't matter." The dean was a little embarrassed when he saw Lao Mu, and he laughed.

   "I'm in a bad mood, just let it out."

  Old Mu: "..."

  In the past few years, the college has been booming, and you have enjoyed a lot of benefits. Your mouth is full of oil, so why not be in a bad mood.

  Lao Mu thought for a while, and carefully tried a sentence: "Then the purple sand teapot you bought at a high price is...?"

  On the ground, there was a piece of debris, and there was still a faint fragrance of tea.

  Dean's eyes flashed a look of pain, "I don't think it looks good, I fell it myself."

  Old Mu was curious again: "Then you have been collecting it for several years, and only recently collected the ancient book "Plum Ping Jin", which is...?"

  Pages of ancient books were scattered on the ground, and black footprints trampled on them.

  The dean smiled dryly, "I tore it myself."

  Old Mu Xu stared at the wound on the dean's face: "Then your wound...?"

  The dean was annoyed, and stared: "I hit it myself, what's the matter, can't I?!"

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