Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Because Yan Que had some difficulty in moving, she did not study in a designated office like other students in the junior class. Instead, the school assigned her an accessible dormitory, where all of Yan Que's achievements were stored.

Even during the winter vacation, Zhao Lei could not enter the girls' dormitory. He had to wait at the door.

"I live on the first floor. The school takes special care of me." Yan Que led Song Pingqing into the first dormitory on the right side of the corridor.

As soon as he opened the door, Song Pingqing's attention was immediately attracted by the wheelchair in the room.

Yan Que doesn't usually ride on this thing.

Seeing Song Pingqing's curiosity about the wheelchair, Yan Que explained, "Sometimes when I feel uncomfortable, or have a headache or a cold, I sit in this to go to class, and it makes me feel much more relaxed."

Song Pingqing nodded.

In her previous life, when she was in college, she was so bad that she even bought an electric version and raced her wheelchair around the campus.

As a result, he encountered a speed bump on campus and fell hard, resulting in a broken bone. Then he was scolded by the counselor and ordered to slow down his wheelchair.

The past was horrific, the scenes were tragic and hilarious, and it is really hard to look back on them.

Yan Que opened the trial version of the game he made. Song Pingqing controlled the character to walk and look bit by bit, and felt that every detail in it was carefully crafted.

After playing for about ten minutes, Song Pingqing realized why Yan Que's computer was not enough.

It is a fully open map. Such maps have high memory requirements. Although Yan Que's modeling quality and effects cannot be compared with Song Pingqing's previous life, from Song Pingqing's experience of playing various games for a year, Yan Que's scene construction is already far higher than the current games on the market.

This game is a huge makeshift version. Apart from the natural scenes used for transition, there are only two locations with plots on the map: a bustling town and an ancient ruins in the desert dozens of kilometers away from the town.

The plot and interaction of the main quest are about one or two thousand words, there are no side quests, no NPC dubbing, and no background music. But even in this super-super-initial version with nothing else, Song Pingqing can still glimpse a corner of this alien world from the architectural details, strange beasts and the logically detailed plot.

The world view is designed to be grand.

Even though he had seen games that were much more well-made and technically advanced than this one, Song Pingqing had to admit that Yan Que was indeed very talented in making games.

"You did all this by yourself?" Song Pingqing suppressed the shock in his tone, "Are you planning to make a game with a fully open map?"

Yan Que took a can of Coke and put it next to Song Pingqing: "Yes, I think a large open map will be a good development trend in the future."

"It's very rough. My ability is limited and I can't make the modeling very detailed. So I'm trying to develop software that can replace human modeling," Yan Que explained.

It's toxic, isn't it? One person worked so hard to open up the entire game map, and the level of detail is ahead of all the games on the market. This person is actually researching a brand new modeling software? ? ? ?

Song Pingqing couldn't help but let out an "ah" in a daze.

She clearly heard the sound of her soul shattering.

She thought that she was already a very talented person in this life, otherwise she would not have been able to get top grades in all subjects in a place like Baihua Academy, which trains heirs of wealthy families.

But when put together with such a genius, Song Pingqing still shattered easily.

Is this the gap between her and the genius that cannot be made up in two lifetimes?

Song Pingqing forced himself to comfort himself: It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, I am still very smart in this life, it’s just that everyone is on a different track.

This kind of melancholy only lasted for a dozen seconds, and Song Pingqing's thoughts had already shifted to the new question of "How can I make use of genius for my own benefit?"

After all, if he followed Yan Que's approach, the plate would be too big for Song Pingqing to finish by himself.

Obviously, she is over a hundred years old and her thinking is the most stubborn. However, through the influence of what she sees and hears day after day, Song Pingqing's way of thinking has become closer and closer to Murong Xue's.

I don't need to know everything, I just need to find someone who knows how to do it and has good character.

Song Pingqing leaned back in his chair, staring at the main control character in the computer that was in standby mode, and fell into deep thought.

After a long pause, she looked at Yan Que and said, "I recognize your ability very much. But the current market cannot accept a fully open world game."

"Because of the memory?" Yan Que had anticipated this, and apparently this was also the problem she encountered when making games.

"Yes."

Yan Que is not an idealist who is ignorant of the ways of the world and only cares about pursuing his dreams without caring about the benefits.

As a child who grew up in an orphanage, she knew very well that if something only talked about ideals without talking about value, it would not last long.

"When do you think people will be able to accept fully open world games?" Yan Que asked softly.

"It will take at least ten years." Song Pingqing pointed upstairs and said, "Look at your dormitory building, or your classmates at school, how many people have their own computers, how much memory their computers have, and what the graphics card and CPU level are. You will know how far away the market is from accepting such a game."

At that time, for college students, unless they were majoring in computer science, it was good enough to have one computer in a dormitory.

"After all, I can't expect someone who can't even accept computers to play computer games." Yan Que muttered to himself.

Yan Que indeed gave Song Pingqing a big surprise.

When selecting people that year, Song Pingqing knew that Yan Que had a good foundation and strong learning ability.

When Yan Que was admitted to the junior class, Song Pingqing thought it was great that the girl could go to college.

However, from beginning to end, Song Pingqing never thought that her talent could be so good.

To develop a fully open game by oneself, he must be a genius.

The last person who made her feel the talent gap so clearly was Liu Junjie. Unfortunately, the impression she left on her was so bad that it even affected Song Pingqing's decision not to extend an olive branch to Yan Que at the first opportunity.

Fortunately, Yan Que is only fifteen years old now, not yet meeting the legal standard of a perfect person, and with the funding issue at hand, Song Pingqing has time to observe him more.

Song Pingqing asked for Yan Que's ID card, and after looking at the date of birth on it, he could only give this answer: "You are too young now. I can't sign a contract with you directly to support you in making games."

"As long as you are sixteen years old and rely on your own labor income as your main source of income, you can be considered a person with full civil capacity." Yan Que had obviously made preparations early on. "I will be sixteen in July this year. Will you be willing to sponsor me to make games by then?"

Song Pingqing looked at her for a while before asking, "How can you give me a guarantee? Can you guarantee that you can and will seriously fulfill the contract?"

"Every fall, the school holds an extra-credit entrepreneurship competition. I will form a team myself to form the team of the game studio. Within a month, I will give you a game planning proposal that can be accepted by the market. On July 10, I will invite you to the studio to experience it."

"I will be sixteen years old by then, and you can decide whether to invest in my project then."

"Before that, how do you plan to get your equipment?" Song Pingqing looked at Yan Que. She was thin and small, even a little hunched, but she exuded vigorous vitality.

It was as if there really was a tiny sparrow standing in front of her, with its head held high, telling her that even a sparrow can have the ambition of a swan.

"I received the school's motivational scholarship and grant, and with the money you saved from helping me with my living expenses, and some money from private work, I have saved up 30,000 yuan."

"Are you still taking private jobs outside?" This time Song Pingqing was really shocked.

Yan Que is only fifteen years old. Not only is he intelligent and capable, but he can even get private jobs???

In an era when employment for computer majors is so lame, this guy can actually take private jobs???

"Yes, because I do need some money as my start-up capital."

Yan Que did not hide his purpose at all, and looked at Song Pingqing with a frank and sincere gaze: "You should be able to see that I really want to get investment from you. But I can't ask you to invest in me without anything. That's not cooperation, that's begging."

Yan Que raised his finger and pointed at the high-spirited main control character on the computer: "What you see is what I want to show you, my value."

"If such a good project is brought to an entrepreneurial competition, it will not lack investment." Song Pingqing took a sip of Coke, and the slightly cool feeling diluted the sweet smell that she didn't like.

Song Pingqing never drinks this kind of sugary beverage. He took this small sip now just to cover up some little thoughts that he didn't want the other party to see through.

"Why do you want to invest in me?" Song Pingqing asked his own question.

"Ms. Song, you are a good person." Yan Que will probably never forget the day when they came to select people. She sat on a small stool in the corner, watching her companions come forward for interviews one by one.

At that time, Yan Que had no intention of participating in the interview due to his inferiority complex. He sat there just to see who among these companions he spent every day with would be so lucky to be favored by capital.

Until she heard a clear voice, but inexplicably carrying a strange and compassionate tone that she had never heard before.

How much does this surgery cost?

Yan Que's gaze shifted from his good friend who had been trying hard to protect him to the small figure at the end of the team.

She remembered Song Pingqing's expression when he said those words.

It is not a condescending pity, it is not a capricious charity, and it is not a deliberate and contrived performance.

It's more like the feeling of helplessness and pity when some memory is awakened and things and people have changed.

Yan Que could see the pain flashing across her face, but he still heard her say:

[After the interview, you contact the teacher at the orphanage and arrange for these eight children to have surgery together. You don't have to use the foundation's account. I will pay for this.]

As if possessed by some mysterious force, Yan Que stood up with difficulty, took out the report card that she had always been most proud of, and stood in the line.

What if?

What if someone really doesn't care about her eccentricities?

......

......

She was chosen.

So she was chosen.

The memories made Yan Que seem to be immersed in a strange thought. Song Pingqing held the can of Coke but did not drink it. She waited quietly for Yan Que to give her an answer.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window, casting a warm and soft light into the house.

The small bubbles in the Coke can made a rustling sound, as if it was the wonderful reaction caused by the collision of destinies of two girls when they met at some subtle node in their lives.

Whether it was Song Pingqing who chose Yan Que or Yan Que who chose Song Pingqing, it actually doesn’t matter much.

After a long while, Yan Que spoke: "Because you chose me, I also got a lot of opportunities. That autumn, my teacher took me to participate in a competition, which happened to be in the university town. I passed by your store and saw you and your friends busy in the store."

Yes, it was after Song Pingqing started his own business under the arrangement of President Murong that summer that he showed a tendency to develop from a small follower to a big follower.

"I wanted to say hello to you, but someone stopped me and said you were experiencing life and it was inconvenient to be disturbed."

What Yan Que said was not impossible. After all, even Song Pingqing himself didn't know how many bodyguards were lying in ambush nearby back then.

"The two big brothers who stopped me were pretty nice. They gave me a cup of milk tea, saying it was designed by you and asked me to try it and give some suggestions." Yan Que's mouth curled up in a somewhat stiff arc, but Song Pingqing could still feel the joy emanating from her from the inside out.

Although it was not the official version launched by Mixue Yuecha, and the ratio of sugar, tea, milk and condiments was not perfect, it was the first time that Yan Que had a complete cup of drink by himself without having to share it with anyone.

Even though more than a year had passed, when Yan Que recalled the scene at that time, he still felt a strong sweet fragrance lingering around him.

Milk tea is indeed something that can make people happy.

Song Pingqing listened quietly. Who could have expected that the maker of that cup of milk tea back then would now be serving as a door god at the door of the girls' dormitory?

"The junior class is an early admissions program. I can come here to register on May 1st. Before leaving Jincheng, I went to your store several times."

"I saw the promotional videos of Shan'ao Village and the tea factory shown in your store. Although I didn't have the opportunity to go there in person, the store was not busy at the time. The clerk there was from there, and she told me what you and your friends did."

Yan Que looked straight into Song Pingqing's eyes, his eyes full of determination and the bright confidence of a young man: "I think if I can show my full value, I should be able to go the same way with you."

“I want to be your fellow traveler.”

Song Pingqing was stunned.

She asked this question because she was traumatized by Liu Junjie and was afraid that her investment would go to waste. However, she did not expect to get such a sensational answer.

My goodness, it seems that she is staring at the sixpence on the ground, while Yan Que is looking up at the moon.

My friend, your answer makes you, Grandma Song, seem very worldly-wise.