Game Development Mad God

May 24th.

Ruan Xu is a high school, every three years.

"There are 14 days left before the college entrance examination!"

The calendar hanging by the blackboard hangs above the students' heads like the sword of Damos.

At this time, a wave of anxious anger gradually lingered on every student.

Among these young people, only a few of them can keep calm and calm.

This temperament has nothing to do with academic performance, but because...

They have another way out!

Of these students, very few of them have arranged their way to study abroad and work at home; and more, their confidence comes from a game!

The action-adventure hall-level game-"Crying Ghost" produced by Burning Sky Company!

"Today this class ends here. Students, next reporter Zhang will ask you a few questions and do a questionnaire survey. Everyone will cooperate with other people's work. Do you know?!"

The math teacher with glasses cleared his throat, and a thin reporter walked into the classroom with a recorder and photographer.

"Excuse me, who is Zhou Zixing?"

Reporter Zhang obviously came with a purpose, straight to the point, and went straight to Huanglong.

There are so many schools and so many students who claim to be professional players to cooperate with Lin Yan. Why is he willing to pay this math teacher a favor and insist on interviewing this class?

Not because of Zhou Zixing!

This ordinary teenager who was originally a little-known, in the "Cry Ghost" ladder arena, the rankings rose rapidly, and many domestic and foreign game gods were defeated one by one.

It is said that Zhou Zixing is among the domestic student power leveling players, one of the top ten domestic players who are most likely to reach the top of the crying ghost!

He is the most representative and topical!

"I am."

Zhou Zixing did not stand up, but relaxedly leaned against the classroom wall, raised a white hand, and said calmly, "Is there any problem?"

Reporter Zhang felt a little angry when he was so neglected by a student.

However, his professionalism still calmed his mood, signaled the photographer to point the camera at Zhou Zixing, and instantly helped him outline a large section of descriptive text.

——The status quo of top professional players: listless, without the slightest youthful vigor, it can be seen that games such as "Cry Ghost" are fundamentally juvenile tumors, a burden to society, and will poison socialist successors. In the long run, the East will It fell into a slump and was overwhelmed by other Asian countries in terms of national strength and development...

"We won't delay your study time, classmate Zhou Zixing. What I want to understand here is-the job of professional players is actually not stable and there is no long-term development. However, listening to your teacher said, you It seems to have completely abandoned the plan for the college entrance examination?"

Reporter Zhang looked distressed: "You are like this, you are burying your own future with your own hands! Have you ever thought about what you will do in the future?"

Zhou Zixing has been very poor since he was a child, but there are so many relatives.

Before he became a professional player, none of his relatives cared about him. After he made money, the three aunts and six wives who had never heard of them all had the same expressions as Reporter Zhang now, pretending to be concerned.

The psychology of the other party couldn't be more clear, Zhou Zixing immediately sneered: "University?"

"In that case, tell me...Why should I read these disgusting mathematics textbooks and bite the bullet and force myself to take the college entrance examination?"

This is the real big news!

It is a pity that reporter Zhang dare not write a word on the report.

What Zhou Zixing said was never a secret, but a common social norm. It is also an unspoken rule established by bigwigs from all walks of life to prepare for their descendants. If he dares to write these things in the report, the editor in chief will dare to fire him the next day!

Reporter Zhang silently decided to delete this paragraph from the recording, and changed the subject: "The job as a professional player is too volatile and unstable at all! Why should you stick to this career?"

Hearing this, Zhou Zixing curled his lips and joked, "Do you think that the profession of a teacher is stable and unstable?"

"Compared to professional players, of course it is much more stable!"

Reporter Zhang responded without hesitation, but he did not expect that the young boy in front of him had secretly dug a hole for himself.

"I'll calculate your salary...Don't talk about the useless ones!"

"I'm simply playing the Weeper. The most difficult pass is one pass without injury. The fee is 350 yuan. When I receive at least three orders a day, the net profit for one day is 1,050 yuan."

"Oh! I almost forgot. The food cost is calculated at 50 yuan a day. My net income per day is 1,000 yuan, and it is 30,000 yuan in a month, and 360,000 yuan a year..."

"You have to thank Burning Game Game and Great God Lin Yan...Hey! Don't be silly, my account is correct, right?!"

Reporter Zhang always felt that there was something wrong there, but he was a little confused by the other party's words, and nodded subconsciously.

"And our place... Ordinary teachers have a monthly salary of 2,200 yuan, and only five social insurances and one housing fund are available after working for more than three years. If you deduct living expenses, utilities and other consumption, you can save 1,000 yuan a month, They are all going to live their lives."

"They can almost make a net income of just over 12,000 yuan in a year?"

"And this, it's almost just my income from being a professional player for half a month."

Zhou Zixing shrugged and looked at Reporter Zhang with scorching eyes, forcing the king of kings to reappear: "any-other-quistion?", ...

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