After the battle, there were terrible screams and gasps. The sound of breath filled the entire alley. The five bruised thugs fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

"That man...... What the hell is a monster......" The green-haired man lying on the ground wailed, clutching his still cramping stomach and rolling around on the ground.

For him, the fight just now brought not only pain, but also unforgettable humiliation.

Five "street prodigals" who have been in the mix for many years and have been in a hundred battles were all knocked down by a thin and pale man. If the other gangs in the neighborhood found out, they would definitely become a laughing stock and would never be able to continue to mingle.

Just when the green-haired man was holding his hands on the ground and finally got up, he suddenly heard a shrill siren from the street not far away.

"That man even called the police, bastard...... Is there any morality? ”

At this time, he finally realized what it meant that "people will die when they die", but unfortunately it was too late.

At the same time, Zhao Nuo, who had just won, walked into the door of the "New Feeling Internet Cafe".

As usual, the room was still full of smoke and buzz. Zhao Nuo took out his ID card and handed it to the red-clothed beauty sitting behind the bar to brush it.

"yes, that's fine." The girl handed him back her ID card, and then asked with concern, "Are you sure you want to go online?" Do you want to go to the hospital? ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhao Nuo smiled.

In the "1V5 Fighting Battle" just now, he didn't win perfectly: due to the large number of opponents, he also had several bruises on his body, and there was some blood on his forehead.

So before coming to the Internet café, he bought a few band-aids from a nearby store and put them on the wound.

I walked up to the second floor and sat down on a machine in the corner. After getting on the machine, Zhao Nuo casually opened the game menu, and then frowned at the game on the screen:

"It's all old games, it's boring."

-- Most people come to Internet cafes to play online games or competitive games, and even if they chat and watch movies, there are many more people than those who play single-player, so the single-player games in Internet cafes are generally old. People like themselves who come to play stand-alone machines are purely "outliers".

Although he can play the old game, he can basically memorize the process of connecting to the customs, which is not interesting at all.

Just when I didn't know what to do, the phone rang at the right time. Zhao Nuo immediately answered the phone:

"Hello?"

"Uh, I'm Xia Xiaoling......"

"Well, what's the matter?" Zhao Nuo leaned back on the dirty leather chair in the Internet café and closed his eyes.

"Well, there's a weird artist I can't talk to...... Uh-huh. Xia Xiaoling's voice on the other end of the phone still sounded as weak as usual.

"Okay, leave it to me, can you get him to answer the phone?" Zhao Nuo, who was a little bored, was a little interested when he heard the news.

Since he also has a history of being regarded as a weirdo, he is still more interested in weirdos. And in a sense, these people I know now are basically weirdos.

Just as he was thinking, a wild and uninhibited male voice came from the phone:

"It's useless to say anything, in my opinion games are inferior garbage, not art at all, only paintings and literary works are real art!"

Listening to the other party's excited voice, Zhao Nuo asked, "Then why do you want to apply for an artist?" If you don't want to do it, don't waste our time. ”

"I didn't report it at all, it was my friend who sent my resume on his own initiative, and I wasn't interested in drawing for you." The man said.

Zhao Nuo knew that it would be a waste of time to continue talking to this painter, but for those who didn't know about the game and began to talk nonsense, his attitude has always been very resolute.

So, he walked out of the noisy Internet café with his mobile phone, and went around to the relatively quiet street behind the Internet café, ready to start a "war of words" with the painter:

"It doesn't matter if you come here or not, but I must correct your misconceptions."

"What idea?" The artist sounded impatient.

"You say that games are all shoddy garbage, complete nonsense, games are indeed an art, and they are not much worse than painting." Zhao Nuo said seriously.

"Stop, you say that the things that shoot monsters or kill people all over the street are art? What. The voice on the other end of the line was palpable with contempt.

Hearing this, Zhao Nuo laughed mockingly and said, "In my opinion, this is a matter of personal appreciation level, and it has nothing to do with the game itself. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Take the more famous games as an example, when you play Resident Evil, you only see zombies eating people, but what I see is the struggle of humanity in the apocalypse. When you play Call of Duty, you only see guns shooting, but what I see is a strong camaraderie in the midst of war. When you play GTA, all you know is killing people on the streets, but what I see is a grudge between gangs. ”

“……”

"What's more, some games are artistic in their own right, such as "Metal Gear Solid 3", which has brought tears to the eyes of countless hot-blooded men, "Fallout", which tells the life of survivors in the wasteland after nuclear war, and "Silent Hill 2", which is the game version of Freud's psychology." Zhao Nuo continued.

The artist on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then argued unconvinced: "But there is also a lot of shoddy garbage in the game!" ”

"Yes, I'll admit it." Zhao Nuo recalled the feeling of wanting to smash the keyboard when he played some scum.

Then, he asked, "But, isn't art the same?" ”

“……”

"Do you think there is any artistic sense to the kind of paintings like 'tentacles' or '' that young people like to see nowadays? Is it very emotional to watch a disgusting monster snap a beautiful girl? Zhao Nuo asked.

The painter was silent for a while, and Zhao Nuo took advantage of the victory to chase after him, bringing this debate to an end:

"So, there are inferior works in any art form, and it's completely wrong to think that all games are garbage because you know a few garbage games."

"Okay, okay!" The painter on the other end of the phone finally admitted defeat, but there was still a little unconvincing in his voice: "I have changed my mind, I want to join your company, but I want to see what 'artwork' you can make!" ”

"Ha, whatever you want. But we have to make money first before we pursue art. Zhao Nuo said indifferently. Then, the voice on the other end of the phone changed to Xia Xiaoling again:

"What did you say to him? It's amazing. ”

"Nothing." Zhao Nuo smiled: "I'll hang up, goodbye." ”