Game Development: Driving Players Crazy at the Start

Neon Kyoto Airport, crowded with people outside the terminal.

Occasionally, some crappy Xia Guoyu was heard from the conversation in the crowd.

"Where is Kamy Sama?"

"Sure it's Kamy Sama who came today?"

"This is the news from the players on Xia Guo's side, there won't be any fakes!"

"I really envy the players of Xia Guo, there are designers like Kami Sama."

"..."

The crowd outside was full, but Fang Zheng inside had just got off the plane.

"Mr. Fang, you have worked hard."

Xia Heng, as one of the selections of the annual best game selection contest, is also the person in charge of Xia Guo who was dispatched by the Supervisory Committee to take charge of the contest.

The person who received Fang Zheng was naturally handed over to him.

Moreover, Xia Xiaheng also has a good impression of Fang Zheng. If it were not for Fang Zheng, he would have no way to be proud of this competition.

As a representative dispatched by Xia Guo, he participated in the annual best game selection contest for several years, but every time there was no designer in China to participate.

So even though representatives of other countries didn't say anything about it, they kept taunting him secretly.

There is no need for others to say that Xia Xiaheng feels like a passer-by, and this competition has nothing to do with him.

And this time Fang Zheng turned out to be born, and finally healed a heart disease he had suffered for many years.

The game developed by the game designer in my country has won several first places in a row. This situation is unprecedented. In the past few days, I feel more comfortable in my mind.

Walking with wind, even with him feels like he is several years younger.

So when the headquarters of the Supervision Committee informed him that Fang Zheng arrived at the Neon Kyoto Airport today, Xia Heng ran to the airport with his assistant without saying a word.

In Xia Heng's view, Fang Zheng is the only game designer who is in danger, besides making himself proud.

Not to mention the great principles that win glory for the country, at the very least, it has injected a constant boost into the gaming circle in which the domestic self-confidence has been severely hit.

I believe that since then, no foreigner has dared to say that Xia Guo is a game desert.

"Mr. Xia, hello ｀ 々."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and greeted him.

He is in a suit and leather shoes, and his hair is neatly arranged. It can be seen that the whole person cares about his own image. The angular face shows that it is a very strong personality.

Long before he set off, Ren Yanghe told him that he could find Xia Heng for any needs in Neon.

"Excuse me, please take a trip yourself."

Fang Zheng shook hands with Xia Heng, smiled and said polite words.

Someone once said that Jianghu is a kind of worldliness, although the term Jianghu always appears in martial arts novels in this society.

But from another angle, isn't the current society just like a river?

The rivers and lakes have never been fighting and killing, and this is also the case in this society.

People communicate with each other, and the more they communicate, they also have a sense of worldliness.

Although it is a polite remark, but everyone lifts the sedan chair, one sentence can make the other person happy and make the other person have a good impression of you, why not?

Sure enough, Xia Xiaheng heard Fang Zheng's words, and the smile on his face was even stronger.

"Hahaha, Mr. Fang is indeed young and promising. The headquarters of the Regulatory Commission has a very high evaluation of you. Now it seems that this is true~"

"It's all false names, Mr. Xia has praised it."

"..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Han Shiyu was a little dumbfounded.

Today, she has learned another skill of Fang Zheng. Talking to people when meeting people, talking nonsense to people, this is also a college question.

Shaking his head, Han Shiyu saw Xia Heng chatting with Fang Zheng happily, and stood quietly aside.

At this time, Xia Heng's conversation with Fang Zheng seemed to outsiders as if they had a year-end relationship. The familiar posture was as if the two met very late, and there was a strong urge to talk to each other.

Only those who know know that they are acting at the scene. For example, in order to deal with the reporters who rushed to hear the news in the distance, the faster the other's flashlight flashes, the hotter Fang Zheng and Xia Heng's performance will be.

"Mr. Fang, let's go back and talk more about it~"

After a long while, Xia Xia Heng felt that the reporters should almost have enough shots, and only then approached Fang Zheng slightly and whispered.

For this, Fang Zheng naturally has no reason to refuse. After all, it is very tiring to act every time, and he does not want to stand here and be watched like a monkey.

The group of people walked slowly toward the outside of the airport hall, and when they saw that the security personnel outside the airport were standing by, trying their best to maintain order on the scene.

"Sorry, Mr. Fang, I just troubled you, and you know... everything is for the international media."

Seeing that the reporters were stopped by the security guards, Xia Xiaheng breathed a sigh of relief and said to Fang Zheng beside him with a wry smile.

At first, he was afraid that Fang Zheng would not cooperate with him, but he didn't expect Fang Zheng to understand his glance. This insight was terrifying.

". Hahaha, it should be."

Fang Zheng and Xia Xiaheng talked in a low voice while walking outside the airport lobby.

Without those reporters, the exchanges between the two were much more casual.

"Kami sama!!"

"Fang Zheng...Kami sama!"

"Welcome Kami Sama to Neon~"

"Kami sama, we love you!!"

As Fang Zheng and Xia Xia Henggang walked out of the waiting hall, the alternating light and dark changes made Fang Zheng squint.

However, before he could relax, he was suddenly startled by the tsunami-like screams and shouts of the mountain in his ears.

That is, he heard the crappy ‘Fang Zheng’ of the Neon Man, otherwise he would have doubted whether there was a terrorist attack in this place.

Fang Zheng stopped, looked at the crowded scene outside the airport, and looked at the banners drawn by the fans, feeling somewhat amazed in his heart.

With so many people coming to welcome themselves, it is unrealistic to rule out the support arranged by Xia Heng. There are too many people.

(Zhao Nuo Zhao) 　　...Is he so popular in Neon?

"Mr. Fang, are you surprised? Your popularity in Neon is not low at all. Neon players call you Kami sama."

Xia Xia Heng glanced at Fang Zheng jokingly, and his tone was a little ridiculous.

Hearing that, Fang Zheng smacked his lips, and this treatment made him feel flattered.

If this is replaced by a domestic fan, I am afraid it will be another scene with an apology stick in hand.....Responsibility.

As a fan, Fang Zheng thinks that domestic fans should learn more from Neon fans and see how enthusiastic they are, yelling ‘Kami sama’.

Looking at the country again, I knew all day long that I was "intimacy and affectionate" with him, and the gap was too big.

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