In the one where Marei and Tang Jian are both busy with work, Jia Meng is still as usual. After eating breakfast, he is bored to start the fantasy mobile game.
Last night, she received a midnight call from Marais, but she did not call back.
By this morning, when she wanted to call back, she felt it was out of date.
Let's concentrate on playing the game.
Jia Meng came to the roof of the Unreal City Lord’s palace, planning to sit there in a daze to kill time.
She looked at the list of friends and found that there were a few deserted names, and she couldn't find anyone to accompany.
Long Ting rarely goes online in Bai. Even if he is online, he is usually not alive. Generally, he is only active after ordinary people get off work.
In his own words, he used the excuse of working overtime to secretly play games on the company's wifi.
Although the Yip family were online almost at 24 o'clock, they all depended on each other to practice together or hang up.
In front of this loving couple, even as a good friend, Jia Meng couldn't bear to be a shining light bulb.
As for Tang Jian's Jianxin, he was originally the same as himself, so he spent the night in the game, talking about nothing and causing troubles and only consumed one energy.
However, now he has also become the person in charge of the Down's public relations department. He has joined the company and has to help Wangmeng with public relations cases. He is too busy to be online.
Jia Meng turned the perspective of the game and looked at the white clouds in the light blue sky, feeling a bit like he was shelved.
It looks high, but it's as light as a feather.
In about two months, the wedding period will come.
Jia Meng felt even more sad when he thought of marrying someone who he didn't like but had to marry.
But the saddest thing is that even if she married into the Tang family, she just fell from the wolf's den into the tiger's mouth. She would still have no freedom, and she would still be a cloud as light as a feather.
"Is my life like this?" Jia Meng asked himself in his heart.
During the cross-server arena, Jia Meng devoted himself to it, not thinking about the future.
But after the game, Jia Meng began to feel emptiness again.
Especially when she finds that her friends in the game are busy in reality to varying degrees, and the game is just a pastime.
For Jia Meng, games are all of life.
Except for games, she had no chance to get in touch with other things, and she didn't know what more important things could be done.
Thinking about it, Jia Meng couldn't help taking out the divorce agreement, the most important relic left by her mother Zhen Sixue, and reviewing it again.
"Zhen Sixue always enjoys a fixed equity ratio of 20, undiluted, and does not change with changes in stock prices..."
"If Zhen Sixue loses the ability to hold equity or passes away, this right will automatically be transferred to the mutual daughter Jia Meng of both parties..."
That eye-catching clause, after a few days of revisiting it, still made her heart throb. New Bayi Chinese website first released https:// https://
Since the death of her mother Zhen Sixue, Jia Ming has kept the 20 shares for her for so long.
Jia Meng couldn't help but came up with the idea: If one day, she can truly control this equity in her own hands, then maybe her life will undergo a radical change!
"Sister Mengmeng, open the door." Aunt Liu's knock broke Jia Meng's thoughts.
Jia Meng opened the door impatiently, and blamed: "What's the matter, why didn't I have breakfast downstairs just now? It's only now..."
Before the words were over, Jia Meng couldn't help but sneezed.
Aunt Liu was holding a bunch of purple broken flowers, and the familiar and strong fragrance came out.
It is lavender.
"Aunt Liu, I didn't, don't you send it again in the future?" Jia Meng then asked.
"Sister Mengmeng, I think this is also the heart of others. Putting such a bunch of flowers in the room will help you fall asleep, so just accept it!"
"Oh."
Thinking of the missed call from Marley in the middle of the night last night, Jia Meng didn't want to think too much. He took the bouquet with one hand and was about to close the door and send Aunt Liu away.
"Wait a minute!" Aunt Liu pushed the door hard, took out a book and handed it over like a trick, "Sister Mengmeng, you are bored every time you stay, you can read a book when you have time!"
Jia Meng took the book casually and hurriedly closed the door, for fear that Aunt Liu would be like Doraemon again and bring out something.
"The art of game design."
Jia Meng glanced at the title of the book and read it out.
She remembered that when she first moved to Jia's home, she flipped through this book, only reading it carelessly.
Later, after she was addicted to the game, she kept the book in the dust on the shelf in the lobby.
Jia Meng sighed, after months of getting along with master and servant, Aunt Liu is really getting better!
Aunt Liu is less and less like a nanny, but like a housekeeper, not only taking care of her three meals a day, but also knowing how to give her flowers and even books!
But fortunately, this book happens to be what Jia dreams to read.
Jia Meng began to read the book seriously.
As a scumbag, Jia Meng has never liked reading books since he grew up.
But for some reason, she can read this book at a glance.
This book analyzes why it is designed like this from the perspective of a game designer, from the common gameplay of the game, such as game mechanics, combat experience, career settings, plot settings and many other aspects.
The most interesting thing is that the core idea of this book is that the game itself is a work of art.
After playing the game for so many years, in Jia Meng's cognition, the game is more like a mental opium.
"Can games really become works of art?"
Jia Meng asked himself, but couldn't answer himself.
After playing games for so many years, she only cared about as a pure player, wandering through the various gameplay and rule settings brought by the game designer, but she never thought about it-
What is the purpose of game design
At this moment, a sentence that once echoed in my ear reverberated-
"It's to... players... to bring... psychologically wonderful... experience."
In Jia Meng's mind, when he first met Marei, when he came to Jia's courtyard as a food delivery man.
At that time, she was casually holding this book for entertainment, but Marley insisted on forcibly chatting about this book with her.
Jia Meng hesitated, recalling what Marley had said by heart.
At that time, she didn't take this sentence to heart at all, but felt that a stranger was hitting up and talking nonsense.
But at the moment, Jia Meng couldn't help picking up his mobile phone, looking at himself in the fantasy game, riding the mount, and wandering in the sky above the Unreal City, overlooking the beautiful mountains and rivers like a beautiful picture scroll.
Before she knew it, she also found touching tears from the corners of her eyes.
Jia Meng realized that the game is more than just a game. In many cases, it can even become the spiritual sustenance of the player and bring a wonderful experience to the player!