Game Designers: You Don’t Understand Charity

  Early in the morning, Fang He, who had just finished his morning jog, was walking home, holding the vegetables he bought along the way.

   Humming along the way, Fang He was in a very happy mood.

   This is no wonder, he has already received the results of the college entrance examination, and he has been admitted to his ideal university. Fang He is looking forward to it when he thinks that he will start his university career in less than two months and learn the game development he yearns for.

   Walking to the door of the slightly old house, Fang He familiarly changed a bag of vegetables, took out the key and opened the door neatly.

  In the slightly quiet room, there were footsteps.

  Fang He was curious, Today is a day off. Dad used to be still sound asleep at this time, why did he wake up so early today.

   "Dad, you just woke up, why don't you tell me, I can bring you a breakfast along the way." Smiling and slowly walking into the living room, Fang He's words stopped abruptly.

  In the living room, what Fang He saw was his father with a gloomy face, and the admission notice placed on the greasy table, which should have been well hidden by him.

   With a thump in his heart, Fang He opened his mouth to say something, but Fang's father had already asked with a blank expression.

   "Xiaohe, if I remember correctly, you said that you applied for the finance major of Tomato University, right?"

   "Uh" Fang He was at a loss for words.

  That's right, Fang He's family conditions are not good, but for his own sake, his father resolutely sent himself to a noble school like Tianhai No. 1 Middle School these years, in order to provide himself with the best learning conditions.

  I didn’t let my father down either. The score line is basically sure that I can be admitted to some of the top universities in China. Tomato University is the most suitable one for me to take the game development route after several considerations.

   However, he still lied about his father's major. Finance majors are good in this era, and they are very popular. After graduation, you can get a stable income in the bank or in the system. The most important thing is that the tuition fee is much lower than other schools.

  The game major has always been a hard rock with a very high threshold. After all, to learn VR technology, the cost must not be low, and the tuition fee is also high, which makes people daunting.

  Fang He originally thought that relying on his recent stable income as a video up host, working part-time during college, living frugally, and living expenses at home can barely support the expenses of college.

   I just didn't expect that this matter would be exposed so soon.

   Seeing Fang He dare not speak, Fang's father's face darkened completely, pointing at Fang He and cursing.

   "Brat, I spent so much money for you to go to school, is it because I want you to learn Naluoshizi game development?! How many times have I told you that the system is good, have you not listened?!"

   "Am I doing it for myself? Isn't it for making your life easier in the future." Although Fang's father reprimanded, but Fang's father's tone was full of hatred.

Fang He had a sore nose, and quickly explained, "Dad, game development is also promising. You can see that more and more people are starting to play games. The game market is definitely a hot industry in recent years, so there is no need to worry about it." No food!"

Mentioning this, Father Fang's face became even more angry, "Enough! You are just as virtuous as your sister! At the beginning, Mingming majored in finance in university, but after graduation, he went to work as a game studio with others! After so many years, you see Have you ever sent a letter to your family?!"

   "I heard that the studio she worked in was going to close down not long ago, and it is estimated that her life is not very good now. Do you still want to make the same mistakes as hers?!"

  Hearing his father mentioning his sister, Fang He also looked sad. His father was too rigid, otherwise his sister would not have been so angry that she moved out of the house to become financially independent. I haven't seen her a few times in these years.

   "Dad, you misunderstood me. I applied for the computer game design major in game development. This is a new major established by the Game College of Tomato University this year. The tuition fee is much lower than other majors."

  Fang's father was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at Fang He's admission notice, but quickly shook his head, his expression not at all relieved.

   "It's relatively low. I have clearly planned an easier path for you. What's the point of doing this kind of thing?"

   "Game development is not a meaningless thing!" As if stimulated, Fang He suddenly raised his head, his tone excited.

  “Behind every game is the hard work of a large group of people. Their efforts are just to make others happy. This behavior itself should not be denied!”

  Father Fang was angry. This was the first time Fang He talked back to him. In his opinion, the reason Fang He became like this today is entirely because of playing too many games!

   "No matter what, you have to learn game development. I don't agree, and I won't give you a penny!"

   "If you don't agree, don't agree. I will handle my own affairs!" Angrily, Fang He's stubborn temper also came up, and he turned his head and left the house without looking back.

   "Stinky boy! Stop!" Fang's father wanted to stop, but Fang He had disappeared.

   "It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable!" Father Fang was pacing back and forth in the living room angrily. When he asked Fang He about his major, he knew there was a problem from the way the brat stammered.

   Unexpectedly, while running this morning, he dug out the admission notice in his room, and the problem was indeed serious.

   One by one, they all inherited their mother's character! Thinking of his good son and daughter, Fang's father looked up helplessly and sighed.

   "Why bother."

   At this moment, the doorbell of the room rang suddenly, and Fang's father was refreshed. Could it be that the brat repented and came back.

   But soon he became sober, put on a straight face, and walked slowly to the door.

   "Now I know I was wrong, and I didn't even bring a key." Before Fang's father's rambling finished, a bold male voice interrupted it.

   "Ah! Is this Fang He's home?"

  Fang's father was stunned, and fixed his eyes, it was not Fang He who appeared at the door, but a burly young man.

   "Uh, yes, who are you?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself. You must be Fang He's father. I'm his high school classmate. My name is Su Kuang." The young man patted his head, and then handed over a business card.

  Father Fang was amused, do high school graduates have business cards with them now? so curly.

  He didn't know that, as a son of a wealthy family, Su Kuang's family had much stricter requirements on him than Fang He, and the future route had been planned since birth.

  Although the current Su Kuang has just graduated from high school, during this time his father has frequently arranged for him to practice in the company's venues, and his business card is also changed in real time, so it can be said that the arrangement is clear.

  The habit developed in the workplace still let Fang's father pick it up immediately, but the next moment he couldn't move his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it, and looked at the business card repeatedly.

  Finally, Fang's father looked at the burly young man in front of him in horror, his throat was a little dry.

  This young man is actually a member of the well-known Su Group. It is conceivable that he has a deep background to be able to practice in those important positions at such a young age.

  It's just my own brat, how could I have a relationship with such a person?

  Father Fang is also aware of the situation in Tianhai No. 1 Middle School. Most of the people there are family-oriented, and he can feel the grievances Fang He suffered there.

   It's just that I didn't expect that not long after, this kid not only started playing games, but also mentioned school things a lot during dinner.

   Now it seems that everything seems to have some traces.

   "Uh, Su Kuang, can I ask, how did you meet that kid in our family?" Unable to restrain himself, Fang's father still sent out an inquiry.

   "Damn, this." Su Kuang patted his chest boldly, with a proud face.

   "Of course Fang Shen and I met by playing games!"