Number One Game Designer

Regarding whether college life is better or better, Qi Muyi finally didn't think of a reason.

This kind of multi-level jokes belonging to the Chinese language cannot be shared with Conser. Qi Muyi feels a bit regretful.

It was a time when he went out to the vent to swallow the clouds, and when he returned, Conser had already wiped his hair in the tent.

"Qi Muyi, do you have any arrangements for tomorrow?"

Qi Mu pointed at himself, and when he saw Conser nodding his head, did he confirm that Conser might be asking himself?

"Why? Are you not going to accompany your little girlfriend?" Of course, Qi Muyi wouldn't be so easy to make an appointment, although he really has no plans tomorrow.

"We in China have a term called New Marriage Yaner. Although you are not married, you won't even make an appointment the next day, right?"

You still have to continue molesting. This kind of evil psychology is also a common problem shared by all people.

Conser's face was visibly red, making Qi Muyi worried that if they really live in the world of anime, now most of Conser's head is emitting steam: this innocent boy simply wrote innocence. On his face, he is not used to the ridicule of this kind of thing in the adult world.

"I...I made an appointment with her, but she said that she joined a cos group and will come to me when her work activities are over tomorrow." Conser defended.

Qi Mu immediately made an annoyed look when he heard the words: "I understand, am I just a secondary option? It's my wishful thinking, it turns out I am just a spare tire..."

The word spare tire is basically universal. After all, no matter how the culture changes, the relationship between men and women is the same, so the metaphorical word is basically understood by everyone in a daze.

Conser's face turned redder, and he was no longer just shaking his head and waving his hands, he was almost dancing:

"No, no, QI, I didn’t mean that, I, I, I, I like Nivi, QI, I don’t know you are such a person...No, no, I don’t mean to discriminate, but I believe You will meet someone you like!"

Qi Muyi's smile froze on his face: cultural estrangement still seems to exist. Sometimes even if the other party understands it, it seems that they will understand it differently.

...

Of course Qi Muyi can afford to live in a hotel, and as a person with a little network in the gaming industry, he certainly wouldn't say that he can only sleep in a tent in a large parking lot to participate in the carnival.

He just likes this kind of environment that is trapped in a certain atmosphere, such as the parking lot where Hongyi rented countless tents. Most of the people who can come here for the night are those who have a sincere love for the game, or their own identity is complicated. It's great to book a hotel or something in the country.

To put it simply, this place belongs to the third class among the player groups. A group of people from different industries, different ages, different fields, and different regions gather together because of their love of the game, and then during these seven days, the food, clothing, shelter, and talk are closely related to the game. This can also maximize Qi Muyi's creative inspiration.

The advantage of living in a tent area is probably that there is not much nostalgia for the bed.

Although Hongyi has tried its best, because of budget and other issues, where can a bed in a tent be comfortable? So at around 7 in the morning, the tents have already started to get up. They have to queue up or go to the outside restaurant to find a bit of exotic breakfast: the people who live here are three teachers, and the only ones who live here are really due to budget problems. Some people.

Conser was the same. After flying on the plane for so long, he also wanted to appreciate the scenery of this strange city.

It was eight o'clock after washing and rinsing. Qi Muyi also waited at the door of the tent for a while. He tidied his bag on his back, and then got out of the tent and apologized:

"QI, I got up too late, I'm really sorry."

"Maybe something."

Qi Muyi was standing at the takeaway carrying his little bag, and while observing the surroundings, he thoughtfully wrote and drew on his notebook.

"What are you doing?" Conser asked curiously. He was a little curious when he heard that his roommate was a real game planner last night. He also dreamed of entering the game industry, and Qi Mu was like It's just the corner of the mysterious curtain that this industry has unveiled for itself, full of curiosity and extraordinary significance.

"Oh, I am observing the laws of our camp."

Conser knew that the campsite was their parking lot, and he was a little unfamiliar with the word rule: "Law?"

Qi Muyi nodded enthusiastically:

"Look at the row of tents in front of us."

Several young people in front of the row of tents that Conser noticed were posing a thumbs-up posture—Concer was familiar with this, which was a bit like a ride for help.

"They are looking for a companion to play with today." Qi Muyi explained, with some enthusiasm: "A strange environment and a strange camp. A group of travelers use what they are familiar with but not the rules here to find themselves. Companion, sometimes this is a process of cultural evolution."

Consor was dumbfounded.

"For example, some of them will share this experience with their classmates or siblings after they go back, and then these people will come here next year, and they also want to meet new friends, so they also adopted this method, just like that. If it is passed on from generation to generation, this kind of culture may have emerged."

As soon as Qi Mu explained it a little bit, Conser understood a little bit, but still couldn't understand it. Is the perspective of planning things so strange?

He quickly smeared a few strokes on the notebook, then threw the notebook into his backpack, Qi Mu smiled:

"Come on, since it is for breakfast, I will be the host once, and I will show you something you couldn't eat when you were in France!"

...

After coming out of the parking lot, Conser wrapped himself in a thick layer, and he was very puzzled by Qi Muyi, who was still handsome and wearing only a thick cotton coat next to him: how did you lock the heat in your body ?

Beiyang City is not a completely standard northern city. If it is divided according to ancient geography, it belongs to the Central Plains to be exact. However, because of the four distinct seasons, it also has some characteristics that belong to the cold north.

For example, food in winter is very high in calories.

In order to fight the severe cold, it can be said that it is driven by biological instinct. Everyone is trying to take in as much energy, energy, fat and keep out the cold as possible.

It is such a simple hierarchical relationship that makes the food in the northern winter tend to be a little bit high in calories.

Zimuyi is a kind of enjoyment, but it is totally unacceptable to Conser.

In just a while, he had lost all his demeanor, and all the equipment when he came out had been thrown aside.