Even if she can solve all the problems in terms of dubbing and music, what about painting? Do you really expect her to be a thousand-armed Guanyin? The pictures of "The Gate of Darkness" are not very many, and the three of them have worked overtime for so long before. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are also technical aspects......

He can only do it, and he is not particularly proficient.

In short, relying on only the three of them, a game does not know how to do the Year of the Monkey.

So he wants to build a game studio with the three of them as the main body, and at the same time to spread out the stall, but also to reduce the burden of the three of them, for example, in terms of painting, the word girl can only be in charge of the design and review work, and she doesn't have to work as hard as before...... In short, he wants to make this job bigger and stronger, and if he can, he wants to make it a lifelong job.

In fact, he also knows that it is very unreliable to say "life" or something at this age, and many people may think that this is just "the big words of a naïve teenager", but at least at this moment, he is seriously thinking about it and wants to put it into practice.

He also hopes that his partners can think the same way as him.

However......

"Let me think about it first. ”

"I also feel like I need to think about it. ”

Ai Jun was silent for a moment, then smiled: "...... Well, good. ”

After chatting about this topic, the three of them ended today's small gathering after school and went back to their respective homes to find their mothers. Ai Jun's home and Song Ci Chengyang's home are completely opposite directions, so it didn't take long for the two parties to separate.

Today's weather is not bad, although it is still cold but there is no wind, so Song Ci chose to walk home, and the same is true for Cheng Yang.

The two walked silently side by side.

After walking silently for a while, Song Ci took the lead in stopping and sighed slightly: "Let's talk?" As he spoke, he pointed to the long row of seats on the side of the road.

Cheng Yang was stunned, then showed a look of surprise and gratitude, he nodded, but did not immediately walk to the seat, but walked to the vending machine on the side and bought two cups of hot drinks back.

"Wow, why are it honey and red dates, do you dare to buy me something else?" Song Ci said disgustedly.

"What about this?" Cheng Yang handed another bottle of honey grapefruit-flavored hot drink to the girl next to him, not that he liked to drink this, but that the sisters in the family loved to drink it, and they were used to buying it for them, so they subconsciously ......

“…… It's still red dates. Song Ci didn't like the taste of grapefruit very much, probably because he had eaten a very bitter pomelo under the trickery of his classmates. He pulled open the tab of the filler, took a sip of the hot drink, and while feeling the warmth flowing down his esophagus into his stomach, he asked, "You don't want to build a studio?"

As far as Song Ci itself is concerned, he is in favor of Ai Jun's proposal. At the end of the day, his own purpose is to gain popularity and promote culture, which is a good way to do so. As for interests, let's not talk about friendship, friendship, trust or trust, to be honest, he really doesn't care very much about the gains and losses in this aspect.

And the reason why he was the first to say "need to be considered" was entirely because he saw Cheng Yang's hesitant expression, so he took the opportunity to give him a step down. Because if he and Ai Jun both directly agreed, Cheng Yang, who has never been good at refusing, would probably be embarrassed to say anything against it. At the same time, the reason for his hesitation will be held in his heart, and he may not know when it will become a thorn that may turn into a suppuration at any time.

Rather than that, it's better to fix it in the first place, once and for all.

"I can't say I don't want to, it's just ......" Cheng Yang showed a wry smile on his face, he really rarely made such a look, so whenever he did this, it was impressive, and people were quite concerned about what was making him so annoyed.

"Just don't you think you're indispensable?" Song Ci indifferently picked up his unfinished words.

Cheng Yang's pupils shrank, and the person holding the canned drink also trembled, but fortunately he hadn't opened the pull tab yet, otherwise he might have gotten the unknown liquid in his pants again. At the same time, the wry smile on his face was even worse-

"You see that?"

Being able to be understood in this way makes him both happy and mixed.

"Sort of. Song Ci shrugged his shoulders.

"It's true. Cheng Yang thought for a moment and said slowly, "In terms of game production, Ai Jun is basically in charge, you are the one who paints, you are the one who makes the music, and I am only an amateur in terms of dubbing, as long as you have enough money, you can hire a professional." So ......"

"So you don't feel like you're good enough to take a place. Song Ci continued to conclude in an indifferent tone, "What's the matter, low self-esteem?"

"Shouldn't I be inferior?" Cheng Yang shrugged his shoulders like Song Ci just now, "You are talented, what do I have?"

"You're handsome. ”

“…… Feed. ”

Cheng Yang was about to complain as before, when he saw the girl beside him suddenly turn her head and look at him deeply with those eyes that were as deep as the night and as vast as the sea. He sensed the unspeakable pressure for a while, but he couldn't take his eyes off at all, or maybe she used her eyes to forbid his evasion and imprison his actions with momentum.

Just when Cheng Yang felt that sweat might have appeared on his forehead, he suddenly heard a sneer: "Don't deceive people." ”

Although this laugh was a sneer, it also broke the suffocating silence just now.

At least, Cheng Yang can speak.

“…… What?"

"I said," Song Ci repeated word by word, "less deceiving." How can a proud guy like you have low self-esteem. ”

"Am I proud?" Cheng Yang suddenly felt a little funny.

"Yes, you, proud. Song Ci turned his head, picked up the drink and took another sip before continuing to speak, "You guy, whether it is appearance, grades, popularity or sports, you are very good, but you have never joined any club in school, right?" I've heard that the presidents of several clubs such as football and basketball are trying to win you in, but you never agreed, why?"

"Because of lack of time and ......"

"Is that really the case?" Song Ci took another sip of his drink, "Isn't it because it's easy to do it, and you don't feel a sense of accomplishment?"

“……”

"The squad leader is too, as long as you participate in the election, you will definitely pass with a high vote. ”

“……”

"If it were you, it would be easy to join the student union, right?"

"......" Cheng Yang pursed his lower lip, his face gradually lost his usual smile, he looked straight ahead, his eyes were like a heavy night, but there was an indescribable light, "What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that you are really the kind of person who is favored by God, and you can easily get what others want in every possible way. However, this is a blessing and a misfortune. Because—" Song Ci smiled slightly, "It's boring, isn't it?"

“……”

"Isn't it because you realize that you need to work hard to get results? From this point of view, Song Ci felt that Cheng Yang was also quite pitiful, because this kind of thing could be easily felt by ordinary people. It can only be said that being favored by God may not be a perfect good thing sometimes.

Cheng Yang lowered his head, and after a while, his voice spoke in a low voice: "...... No. In doing this, I realized that even with all the effort, you don't always get the best results. ”

That sounds frustrating. Song Ci chuckled, and at the same time, unceremoniously "poked" Cheng Yang's chin with the drink can in his hand, and after looking left and right, he said, "But your eyes don't say that, it's all excited~excited~feeling~ Yo, classmate Cheng Yang." ”

Cheng Yang quietly tilted his head to look at the girl beside him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "I was completely seen through by you." His tangled feelings, which no one had ever understood, were so easily broken by humanity, which really surprised him, and at the same time, made him unspeakably happy.

"Who made us discerning? Song Ci said half-jokingly.

"I really want to be friends with you. Cheng Yang said suddenly, his eyes were very serious, "It's not because of anything else, I just want to be friends with you." "Maybe at first, it was because I was never bored with them, and I always got excitement, surprise, and satisfaction, but now, I really just want to be best friends with them, and if I can, I hope that this friendship will continue forever.

"I believe it. Song Ci also nodded seriously with the same eyes, "So, there's nothing to worry about." ”

Cheng Yang wanted to smile bitterly again: he was ...... again See through it......

He was really worried.

If he really formed a studio, one day in the future, would he get bored with this job again, and then want to quit and hurt them because of it? This is the only thing he absolutely does not want to happen.

"We believe in you, so you should trust us too. Song Ci stood up, took the last sip of his drink, leaned down and said to the confused young man on the bench, "No matter what time it is, it will never make you feel bored." So, instead of dwelling on this, you should think carefully about how you can catch up with the backs of these two 'talented' people. As he spoke, he put the jar on his head and tapped it lightly by the way, "Cheng Yang, who is self~called~self~inferior~, thinks too much and walks too slowly, maybe he will be thrown away." ”

With that, he put his hands in the pockets of his coat and turned to leave.

"Hey!" Cheng Yang opened his mouth to call out to the departing girl, he watched her stop, watched the sudden wind roll up the hem of her clothes and hair, watched her turn her head to look at herself, the setting sun shrouded her silhouette with a layer of orange warm light. He asked, "What if I can't catch up?"

Then, he saw a smile.

Not gentle, but cold and even cruel.

He saw her curl up her four fingers and stretch out her thumb, then pointed down viciously, and said grimly: "Then whip until you know how to run and chase." ”

He was stunned, and then burst out laughing.

The jar fell from the top of his head and rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.