Yu Jin remained silent for a longer time this time, and Wen Zheng did not urge him, allowing him to eat slowly.
"I...don't know either." Yu Jin thought for a moment, then turned his head to look into the distance.
“I’ve known about you for a long time. After all, you’re an architect, and I often watch live streams to see how players react to various game settings, which can inspire me.” Yu Jin turned around and smiled. “I just watch casually, but there’s one episode that left a deep impression on me—the one with you and the King in the Free Castle.”
Wen Zheng was somewhat surprised.
“I also made that copy,” Yu Jin said. “Your Majesty’s thoughts are normal, and your views are ordinary. The inspiration for whether people with terminal illnesses should die came from a paper I read. According to the data, the two sides of the opposing viewpoints were close to one to one, with slightly more people thinking they should die.”
“You missed a clue in the lobby. Actually, that script, once you get to the rooftop, is a guaranteed death in the ‘freedom’ scenario. Going down to the ground is the only way to survive…” Yu Jin rubbed his nose: “Isn’t that a bit mean?”
Wen Zheng gave a soft hum.
“I watched a lot of videos of the test. Many people went to the rooftop in a daze, but they had the same viewpoint as you. They each had their own perspective on the problem, and they all made a lot of sense,” Yu Jin said. “But only you tried to pull the protagonist back up after he fell.”
Yu Jin said, "Only you have made every effort."
Wen Zheng was speechless for a moment, and after a while he stirred the cola with a straw.
“At first I thought, wow, what a saint. Are there really such good people in the world?... Later I became more and more curious about you, so I changed Shan Yu's live streaming plugin. I'm sorry.” After Yu Jin finished speaking, the chicken wings in his hand had gone warm. He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ate the rest.
Wen Zheng quietly recalled for a while.
Freedom Castle was the starting point for the disagreement between him and Bei Sining.
He doesn't think of himself as a saint; he has his own reasons, which aren't even very positive—"My parents sacrificed themselves for the world, how dare you not live your lives properly?"
See, it wasn't motivated by any benevolent intentions.
But he didn't tell Yu Jin, instead continuing, "The third question." This time he paused before saying, "To be honest, Lecheng Infinite Paradise, were you doing this on purpose?"
“…Yes.” Yu Jin asked, “Do you hate me now?”
"Why?"
"Maybe... you feel that the person you are in the game isn't necessarily the real you, and you want to know more?" He said, "That's just the kind of person I am. I always find it hard to trust others and I'm always suspicious. Maybe I'm sick in the head, even Teacher Cui said so."
Wen Zheng had quickly finished eating everything he ordered and was sipping his cola casually.
After Yu Jin finished speaking, he fell silent until he heard Wen Zheng sigh.
"What you're doing isn't good." His heart sank. He tried to force himself to smile again, but then he heard, "But it's not that annoying."
"It's snowing! Mom, it's snowing!" Yu Jin turned his head and saw that it was indeed snowing.
A thin layer of fog rose outside the glass due to the temperature difference, and the snowflakes drifted in a hazy mist. The cool-toned streets filled the view, while the body was immersed in the warm colors of the fast food restaurant, slowly being marinated by the aroma of fried food.
At this moment, Yu Jin seemed to have forgotten many of the things that troubled and upset him, and excitedly said to Wen Zheng, "It really snowed!"
"Hmm." Wen Zheng had just turned back and took a sip of cola.
He looked at Yu Jin like this, like a complex cocktail. The main ingredient was still his pitiful little self, but it also absorbed Cheng Mei and the fighting arena personality, and after being shaken, it became inexplicably more real.
At this moment, the young man, simply happy about the snowfall, is truly himself.
Wen Zheng suddenly didn't want to ask him if the forum post was true or false anymore—Yu Jin didn't have a Weibo account, didn't do live streams, and as long as he was offline, May Yu wouldn't be affected by those messy things.
Wen Zheng trusted his basic judgment; he felt that Yu Jin wasn't that kind of person, and that was enough.
After all, she's not an idiot like Bei Sining.
As the meal drew to a close, Yu Jin finally remembered the large bag he had carried. When he placed it down, it made a loud bang, and the table shook from side to side.
“This… is for you.” Yu Jin pursed his lips: “You said you want to make games, you mean you want to be an architect, right? I’m not particularly good at programming, but I’m okay at dungeon design… These are my old manuscripts.”
He struggled to pull out notebooks, all large-format, rustling and rustling.
“This,” Yu Jin pulled out a blue, B5-sized spiral notebook, “you can look at this first. It’s simpler and has a complete process.”
He opened it and said carefully, "At the beginning, architects are no different from screenwriters, but later the requirements for map skills become higher... Look at this, it's map symbols, overview, layers one, two, three, timeline one, two, three..."
"As a newcomer, to stand out at the submission conference for 'Life in the Sky,' you need to design simple mechanisms. Cryptography isn't the mainstream anymore. The chief designers suggested in a previous meeting that we design more mechanisms next year, the kind that require hands-on assembly. If you're interested in these, that's great, but it's okay if you're not, but make sure you draw a good map..."
"Also, look at this, this is the script. The software you'll need is this, this, and this... These are all for previewing, because the reviewers need to see your preview to better understand your meaning. These days, submissions without a preview are basically rejected... You can learn by watching tutorials; they're all pretty easy to use."
"See this for the manuscript format, fill it out according to the table column..."
Yu Jin spoke earnestly, his eyes fixed intently on the notebook.
When it finally came to an end, I realized that another hour had passed.
"Ah," Yu Jin said hurriedly, "I have to go. I need to go back and get my luggage. I'm going to miss the train."
Wen Zheng watched as he rushed out and then ran back in, panting, saying, "Goodbye!"
"goodbye."
As he turned around again, Wen Zheng called out to him once more.
"Huh?" Yu Jin gripped the door frame with one hand, looking very anxious.
"Which city are you going to?" Wen Zheng asked.
"Winter City!" he laughed, and this time without lingering, he hurriedly ran out.
Another one has left.
After finishing the rest of his cola in big gulps, Wen Zheng ordered some snacks and sat down to look at the architects' materials.
Because there are few people doing this, and no proper teaching materials, many of the arguments and debates are things I'm hearing for the first time today.
He was watching with great interest... well, he just didn't want to go home.
He didn't know what to do with the cat.
The snow was thick with clouds, and it was already quite dark outside before five in the afternoon. Around dinnertime, festive New Year's songs suddenly started playing in the restaurant. Looking at the calendar, Wen Zheng suddenly remembered that tomorrow was not only the last day of the broadcasting competition, but also the last day of the year.
After New Year's Day, in another three to five days, they will be notified to assemble at the Beihai base.
So there's only so little time left.
Wen Zheng chuckled self-deprecatingly. He had such unrealistic ideas yesterday. How naive he was.
Some things cannot be forced; if you don't force them, everyone will be better off.
With that thought in mind, Wen Zheng decided to go home, since every day he stayed there was one less day he would have left.
Pushing open the shop door, a gust of wind blew in, choking Wen Zheng, who then pulled his coat hood up.
He was heading home against the wind, and every time a gust of wind blew, his hood would fall off. He'd pull it back up, it'd blow again, fall off again, and he'd pull it back up again. By the time he got home, he was so angry he could laugh; the wind had really gotten to him.
Hurry home and listen to the sutra.
“It’s 7:28 p.m. now. Please arrive on time…” Wen Zheng slammed his hand on the wall.
The house was quiet, and Wen Zheng felt a sudden jolt in his heart for no reason.
His sixth sense told him that no one was home, and there was no cat.
Wen Zheng threw the 20-pound bag on the ground, his heart pounding, and walked around the small house in three minutes.
"Big Black," he called out.
“Bei Sining!” he roared again.
The house was so full of stuff that there wasn't even an echo. Wen Zheng couldn't hold back any longer and yelled, "Damn it!"
Author's Note: I'll be back tomorrow! Ningning will be online too!
Chapter 75
"Look at yourself, what kind of person are you?"
"Aww..."
"Did you put on a face mask? What about a hair mask? Your hair is so rough that even if I stick a comb through it, it won't fall out. Do you want to break the Guinness World Record for sticking a hundred strands through your hair without it falling out? Do you even want to keep your job?!"
"Hmm..."
"Ye! Yu! Bing! Get up right now!"
"ah!"
Half asleep, Ye Yubing fell backward onto the ground with a thud, her head hitting the back of the chair hard. She felt herself about to go from being too sleepy to unconscious.
Sun, his agent who had just kicked his chair, wasn't worried at all. Instead, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at him condescendingly: "Still lying down? Are you planning to lie on the ground until you're in your coffin? Laziness takes resources. With the conditions in your mountainous hometown, do you think you can afford to be lazy?"
This physical attack did not cause any real damage to Ye Yubing, and his manager's sharp-tongued magical attacks were actually immune to him today.
Ye Yubing slowly got up, a silly grin on her soft, sweet face: "Too lazy to get up."
"?" Sister Sun looked out the window: "Has the sun risen in the west?"
Ye Yubing shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, and said seriously to his harsh agent, "My cousin won the lottery."
"…………"
Sister Sun shouted, "What business is it of yours that he won the lottery?!"
Ye Yubing revealed a dreamy, blissful expression: "My cousin used the lottery money to start a company and asked me to join him, so I won't have to work here anymore... Sigh, I can't get enough sleep every day, it's finally going to end."
After a long silence, Sister Sun finally snapped, "Are you crazy? You'd go to work as a lowly employee in some amateur troupe, giving up a bright future in the entertainment industry? Or are you trying to upset me? Hey, don't be like that. I know you've been on a tight schedule lately, and you might be a little tired... How about this, I'll give you half a day off today, and I'll pick you up this afternoon to go to the Grand Court Cocktail Party, okay?"
Ye Yubing grunted, "No need, I've already spoken to the boss, I'll terminate the contract today."
Sun Jie, feeling dizzy and disoriented, got into the car and entered the company building one after the other with Ye Yubing. It was only when she saw the artist director that she suddenly realized that her artist was not joking and really wanted to terminate the contract!
The termination fee is within the legal range, but it's not low either. Ye Yubing is a middle-aged idol drama actor, and his annual salary after taxes is only a little over one million. Where did he get eight million in termination fees?!
How much did my cousin win in the lottery?
The director's attitude wasn't very good. Watching Ye Yubing happily sign her name on the paper, she sarcastically remarked, "This is the first time I've seen someone go from being a celebrity to working full-time as a receptionist."
Ye Yubing had no formal education, and the director criticized him several times. He just smiled and said, "I'm not a receptionist, I'm the mascot of the public relations department."
"What's auspicious?"
“Mascot.” Ye Yubing checked all the signatures, stood up like a happy little bird, and said, “Then I’m leaving. I don’t need the things in the lounge.”
Their company mainly consists of minor actors. Most of them have to beg and plead with the company to renew their contracts when they are about to expire. This is the first person who is so happy to pay a high penalty for breach of contract!
This was intolerable to both the agent, Sister Sun, and the director. The director instinctively shouted, "Wait!"
"Huh?" Ye Yubing turned around.