Game Development: Driving Players Crazy at the Start

Fang Zheng thought he was in control of everything, but he didn't know that the students next to him had already begun plotting.

But he himself is immersed in philosophy, unable to extricate himself.

"Shiyu, do you know the difference between love and love?"

Fang Zheng looked at Han Shiyu with a smile, he decided to show off his literary talent.

"For example, if you love a flower, you will water it; and if you just like it, you can take it off."

Han Shiyu looked at Fang Zheng with beautiful eyes, and smiled in her heart when she listened to Fang Zheng's words.

How can anyone say this to a girl on a date, it's such a idiot.

But...it’s so cute!

"There are many people who say that love is not worth it, but everyone is wrong. Love is not worth asking whether it is worth it or not."

Just when Fang Zheng was preparing to make a long talk, and to give Han Shiyu a wave of literary and artistic cups, several young people next to him suddenly walked over.

"Hello, are you Fang Da thief... Are you Fang Da?"

The tall young man with glasses looked at Fang Zheng and pretended to be very uncertain.

However, Fang 16zheng didn't have the time to care whether the other party was pretending or not, he was very depressed now.

I wanted to show off my literary talent and put a cup into it, but after a long period of time, I was interrupted by someone.

Everyone is depressed.

"Sorry, you confessed wrongly, what kind of big do I know in your mouth?"

Although the other party changed his mouth quickly, Fang Zheng still heard that the other party wanted to call him "Fang Old Thief" in the first place.

It was depressing enough at first, but when you came up with the phrase ‘Old Thief Fang’, your mood became even more uncomfortable in an instant.

"It's really big Fang!"

"Hey, didn't you hear me? I don't know anyone Fangda, you admitted the wrong person."

"Fang, you can admit it, I still have your photo~"

Fang Zheng sighed helplessly when the tall young man took out the photos on the phone.

He thought he was not a celebrity or a public figure, and there should not be many people who knew him when he went out.

But he forgot, maybe most people won't care about him, but the players do.

At the beginning, the players were tortured to death by this product. I don't know how many people wanted to give him some color.

It just so happened that Fang Zheng met an ‘iron fan’ of his own today.

Ask why is iron powder?

Nonsense, how could he have a picture of him if it's not an iron fan!

"Fang Dong, I am your fan, can you sign me?"

"There is still me! There is still me!"

"Fang Da, I want to take a photo with you!"

"Fang Da, are there any new games lately?"

"..."

Several people rushed to ask about this and that, which made Fang Zheng feel like 700 ducks in his ears barking again.

After finally signing a few people, Fang Zheng thought they would leave after taking a group photo. Who knew that the tall young man who had just started to say hello was here again.

"Fang...Ahem, Fang Da, we are all your fans, and we like your games very much. I play every one of your games, and I hope you can always develop fun games."

"These are some small gifts from a few of us to Fang Da. I hope you can accept them."

After the tall young man finished speaking, several of his friends put the small boxes in their hands on Fang Zheng's dining table.

"That's so big, we won't bother you...a date, goodbye!"

Do you still know that I am dating?

Since you know, why did you come here halfway to sign?

You have interrupted my date, don’t you? !

Don't think that I will forgive you for giving you some gifts, don't even think about it!

Fang Zheng looked at the backs of several fans angrily, slandering in his heart.

After a few people walked away, Fang Zheng looked back, looked at a few small gift boxes on the table, and spread out his hands.

"The fans are so enthusiastic."

Putting a cup without leaving a trace, Fang Zheng felt better.

Although the fans just had no eyesight, the act of giving gifts was obligatory.

"Fang Dong, it seems that you are still very popular with fans. I have seen you have people giving gifts."

"In fact, it's okay, it's just that the person looks a little more handsome."

With that said, Fang Zheng took a gift box casually, and planned to open it to see what the other person gave it.

The gift box starts to sink slightly, and the sense of quality from the hand is extremely real.

Fang Zheng is suspicious, this weight...is it glass products?

Ding Ding ~ Dang Dang Dang ~

When Fang Zheng opened the gift box, a gleam of light suddenly flashed inside, and then fell to the ground with a very crisp sound.

The restaurant was not so noisy at first, so many people heard the movement here, and everyone watched it.

Hiss~

When everyone saw what Fang Zheng was holding, they took a sigh of relief, and then looked at Fang Zheng with some alertness. Some people were even ready to take out their mobile phones to call Uncle Uniform.

At this time Fang Zheng was dumbfounded, looking at the metallic toothed blade at his feet, his whole body was not good.

No wonder it feels heavy inside the gift box just now, f*ck is such a thing, if it is not heavy, then there will be ghosts!

"Puff~Fang Dong, I think we should leave here first."

Han Shiyu looked at Fang Zheng's dumbfounded and stiff appearance, and laughed, but seeing the suspicious eyes of everyone around him, he thought it was better to leave here first.

Now that they were recognized, Fang Zheng couldn't continue playing with Han Shiyu anymore, and the two of them simply went back to the company.

As soon as he entered the company, Fang Zheng threw his handbag aside.

No way, this thing looks bad.

What kind of fan is the one who gave this thing? This is so obvious that it is a black fan!

Fang Zheng feels that he should take two more people when he goes out in the future, otherwise his life will be in danger.

After thinking about it, Fang Zheng left the matter behind. Isn't it the blade?

The company's logistics warehouse is too much to pile up, and he hasn't seen it.

Besides, the fans gave the blades, he changed hands and sold them, and he could still prostitute a wave of small money for a while. After thinking about it, he didn't lose that much...probably.

On the other side, a few photos from a fan group were posted.

"Fuck, what an old thief Fang!"

"666, brother, I guess what you put in your gift box is a special product, don't ask me why I know it."

"Excuse the old thief Fang to date a beautiful woman, brothers, how bad are you~"

"Madan, when you have time to fall in love, don't you have time to develop a new game?!"

PS: Guiqiu the big guys for a lot of support, please! ! ! ! .

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