Weekday afternoons always seem long, the sunlight outside the window is lazy, and the office is filled with a drowsy atmosphere.
Tao Zhiyue saw that many of his colleagues looked daydreaming, and some were even dozing off secretly. The planner Wang Heng, who usually communicated with him, didn't look for him either. He guessed that the requirements for the next version had not been completed yet.
Tao Zhiyue almost fell asleep again. He forced himself to wake up. If he went on to sleep, he would suffer from insomnia at night, and this would become a vicious cycle.
There was really nothing to do, and there were no new hot technical topics for him to explore in the Little Green Bird community, so Tao Zhiyue simply opened the game's official Weibo and read players' feedback in the comment section.
Most of the comments were insulting the official for being stingy, the drop rate was touching, and the forced money-grubbing was ugly, but there were also some comments complaining about the game bugs. Tao Zhiyue read through them very carefully and wrote down all the contents related to the bugs and the code he wrote.
Although all functions were tested before going online, especially Tao Zhiyue would check them several times, problems of one kind or another were inevitable during actual use.
Sometimes it’s because of model adaptation issues, sometimes it’s because old code is accidentally overwritten, and there are many times when the cause cannot be found immediately.
Although he died suddenly in his previous life because he worked too hard, Tao Zhiyue still has a pure passion for programming.
When he was a child, he liked watching construction teams build houses. It was like magic to see people combine ordinary bricks, tiles and cement into magnificent high-rise buildings.
The same is true for Tao Zhiyue. Programming is about building complex and meaningless data into a clear logical chain, constantly seeking to optimize the path, and finally obtaining a set of simple and beautiful codes, which brings Tao Zhiyue great satisfaction and happiness.
Tao Zhiyue carefully analyzed the causes of these bugs, and then began to conceive of optimization plans. He also sent a message to Wang Heng, asking him if he could add them to the requirements and solve these problems in the new version.
Then he saw Wang Heng jumped up from his seat and waved at him enthusiastically.
Tao Zhiyue: …
Seeing Tao Zhiyue's face full of question marks, Wang Heng quickly bent down and sent him a message.
[Planning-Wang Heng: Brother Tao, let’s go for a walk.]
[Planning-Wang Heng: Light a cigarette for the boss.jpg]
A moment later, Tao Zhiyue stood on the side of the road, holding the milk tea that Wang Heng stuffed into his hand, and took a sip blankly.
The sweet milk flavor is refreshing and the soft taro balls are also delicious.
Tao Zhiyue was very polite, "Thank you, it's delicious."
Wang Heng immediately became excited, "Brother Tao, do you want to be a producer yourself in the future?"
"Ah?" Tao Zhiyue felt that his train of thought was jumping around. "What producer?"
"Games!" Wang Heng was very excited. "Brother Tao, you are so capable, you will definitely not work for others forever. Nowadays, everyone is pinching their noses to make reskin games. Even the producers don't care about the feedback and feelings of the players. They just want to make a quick buck. But Brother Tao, you are so responsible. If you do the project yourself, you will definitely make a very good game."
Tao Zhiyue wanted to explain that he was just looking for something to do out of boredom, and if he wasn't afraid of offending his colleagues, he would have wanted to fix the bugs left by other programmers. But looking at Wang Heng's serious eyes, he couldn't say it.
If programmers are classified as creators, every creator must have fantasized about getting rid of their boss and the client, and just doing what they love based on their interests.
Wang Heng observed his expression and was a little surprised. "Brother Tao, have you never considered your future development direction? Many programmers would want to change their career path when they reach their thirties."
Tao Zhiyue really hadn't thought about the future. He always felt that the present days were stolen, and it would be great if he could live in peace until the end of the story.
Before he even opened his mouth, Wang Heng began to reflect on himself: "I'm sorry, I was stupid, I forgot that Brother Tao, you are only 22 years old... I always forget this, probably because I was on the verge of failing my exams and delaying graduation when I was 22 qaq."
At the time, the project team was in urgent need of programmers and they finally recruited a newcomer who was said to be very young.
Originally, they were all guessing when this kid would be unable to bear the cruel reality of low pay, high workload, and bad projects. As a result, reality taught them a cruel lesson first: gods are different from ordinary people.
"..." Tao Zhiyue said with a guilty conscience, "So I told you not to call me Brother Tao."
He was 26 years old when he died suddenly in his previous life, the same age as Wang Heng. He was a weathered man of society. Now he has become a "kid" that everyone in the workplace lamented. Tao Zhiyue felt quite embarrassed.
"No, this is due respect to the masters." Wang Heng insisted, and then said nervously, "If Brother Tao, you don't have any ideas yet, are you interested in taking a look at the planning proposal I'm working on? I'm working on it with a friend who is an artist, and we want to make a strategy mobile game with innovative gameplay."
He was afraid that Tao Zhiyue would refuse, so he quickly added: "I definitely don't mean to force you to join! If you have time, take a look at our current ideas. We would be very grateful if you could give us some criticism. Because we haven't looked at the program yet, we don't know how difficult it is to implement."
Tao Zhiyue is very familiar with such conversations. He has accepted such invitations many times before. It is not as formal as starting a business, but more like an amateur interest group. At that time, there was an idea for a game that he really liked. After joining, he was very happy and became a good partner with those who worked side by side.
Many independent games that later emerged were initially formed by this kind of makeshift team. Even if these games ultimately encountered various obstacles and were not made, many people were able to gain like-minded friends.
Friend, a word that seemed a little distant to him.
Tao Zhiyue was silent for a moment, and then said tactfully: "I have been busy with some family matters recently, and I may not have the energy to take on any more projects. If you need, I can help you look at the plan, but I may not be able to give you any useful suggestions."
Wang Heng didn't think much about it, and took it for granted that the world of great gods must be very busy. Hearing Tao Zhiyue say this, he was still very excited: "Okay, okay, thank you, Brother Tao, then I'll send you on pp. It's not very good to use the company's Dangdang to send you. By the way, I haven't added you as a friend on pp yet."
As he spoke, Wang Heng took out his mobile phone and prepared to open the QR code of pp.
Tao Zhiyue stopped him in time and continued to talk nonsense without changing his expression, "I haven't used PP for a long time. Send it to my email address, and I will write it to you when I return to the company."
Wang Heng did not doubt it and nodded. After all, Tao Zhiyue did not even join the company's PP group, and it was well known in the company that he was completely out of touch after work.
"Brother Tao, if you are very busy recently, it's okay to watch it later. We are not in a hurry. I see you are so sleepy this morning. You must have been busy until very late yesterday. You should make sure to rest. I will treat you to a meal when you are done with your work." Wang Heng said sincerely.
Tao Zhiyue's hand holding the milk tea trembled, remembering that the only thing he was "busy until late" was chatting with people on PP. He suddenly felt that the milk tea in his hand was heavy, "No, no, I'll treat you to a meal when I have a chance."
Although I don’t know how long this opportunity will last...
After taking a walk and returning to the company, Tao Zhiyue quickly got into work mode. Time passed quickly and it was six o'clock in the blink of an eye.
As usual, Tao Zhiyue turned off the computer at the appointed time, closed the lid of the water cup, and picked up the shopping bag on the table. However, he was not in a happy mood today, but rather a little melancholy.
Xue Huacan from the next door poked his head out and looked at him with a half-smile: "Getting off work on time to buy groceries again?"
Tao Zhiyue glanced at him and felt that he seemed a little proud, wondering what tricks he was up to. However, he was too lazy to talk, so he just gave a perfunctory fake smile and turned away.
When he raised his hand to clock in, Tao Zhiyue unconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of Wang Heng's seat. He was talking to another planner next to him. Then the two of them stood up and walked towards the door while talking and laughing. They must be going to have dinner together.
Wang Heng saw him standing at the door and waved to him enthusiastically.
Tao Zhiyue will then take the bus to the supermarket to buy groceries, go home to cook, eat, wash dishes, play on the computer, take a shower, and go to bed.
Tao Zhiyue felt a vague sense of envy in his heart.
When he got on the bus, leaning against the window and enjoying the cool evening breeze, he had unknowingly opened the notebook that he had not used for a long time.
In a sense, he did not deceive Wang Heng.
There are only two categories in Tao Zhiyue's friend list. One is called "Life", which contains a supermarket account that regularly releases promotional information. Tao Zhiyue knows that it is managed by a girl because he has seen her use the wrong account to post a status saying "Ah, husband, kill me" with an animated picture of a male celebrity, who was indeed quite handsome.
There is also a muscular gym coach who sends group class schedules and inspirational messages every day, but because his messages are too enthusiastic and persistent, Tao Zhiyue didn't dare to reply after adding him.
In addition, there was the real estate agent he contacted when renting a house, and the courier who lost a package and wanted to add him as a friend to compensate him...
The other is the default category "My Friends", which only contains one person, the hr I added last night.
The incident happened suddenly, and Tao Zhiyue had not yet figured out which category to put him in. HR should not belong to "life", but it is not "my friend" either. He is more like an accident that suddenly broke into his life.
While he was daydreaming, HR's landscape photo avatar suddenly flashed continuously, which scared Tao Zhiyue.
[hr: Doctor Tao, it’s time to get off work! ]
[hr: Although it’s already six o’clock, I’m afraid you’re still on your way home from get off work, so I don’t dare to disturb you.]
[hr: But you patted me, which probably means you are free now! ]
[hr:/cute]
Tao Zhiyue was stunned. He looked up and noticed that there was another message in front of him.
[I tapped "hr".]
This is a new feature that pp released some time ago. If you double-click the contact’s portrait, a message prompt will appear saying that you tapped the other party.
Tao Zhiyue hardly uses the chat function of PP, but he has seen complaints on the forum about people who suffered social ruin because of PaiPao. He has also seen macho coaches posting chicken soup in their dynamics: some customers are always hesitant, and after adding friends, they remain silent for too long, and they become more and more embarrassed to take the step of change. Now with PaiPao, as long as you tap me, I will take the initiative to help you change!
It must be that he accidentally clicked on HR’s avatar when he was staring at his friend list just now.
Tao Zhiyue felt embarrassed at first. He stared at the message sent by HR, feeling a little overwhelmed.
There was a lot of noise around him, but the evening breeze blew gently on his face through the open car window.
Slowly, the melancholy in my heart disappeared magically.
Tao Zhiyue felt that it was probably because the default yellow bean expression with a red face and smile was really a little cute.
[Tao: Good evening.]
[Tao: I’m free. I won’t cook today.]
[Tao: Did anything happen?]
Tao Zhiyue looked at the shops lining both sides of the street. The neon lights on the signs flickered in the night. One restaurant after another opened its doors to attract customers. Enthusiastic waiters stood at the door shouting. At the simple tables and chairs set up in the open air, diners were already drinking with their bare chests. The aroma of fried dishes wafted everywhere.
It's okay to be lazy once in a while, he thought.