"Let me be healthy, what kind of fun video has been updated today."

Eight o'clock in the evening.

In a university dormitory.

Zhou Zheng, who finished a day's class, opened station b and swiped the video as usual.

As a military enthusiast.

Except for some energetic programs on his homepage, they are basically military drills, war-themed movies, games and other content pushed by big data.

If you don't brush it several times a day, you feel uncomfortable.

A few roommates on the side also have their own hobbies, and as soon as they come back, they lie on the bed with their mobile phones and computers, immersed in their own small worlds.

"Huh? Self-made 2D side-scrolling war-themed animation? ”

Suddenly, Zhou Zheng's eyes were attracted by a video on the interface, and his face showed curiosity.

There are not many people who do this kind of theme these years, not to mention the most unpleasant 2D horizontal version, which does not reflect the tension of war at all.

"Isn't it another proud work of studying animation for three years?"

Zhou Zheng smiled, and couldn't help but think of all kinds of funny pictures of wearing molds, and his fingers tapped on the screen.

When the video opens, the first thing that catches your eye is a sunny golden field, accompanied by a brisk piano and a whispered narration.

There is only one couple in the picture.

The husband is cleaning the straw in the field, and the wife is holding the child and looking at his back affectionately under the tree, forming a harmonious and warm picture.

"Not bad?"

Zhou Zheng was slightly surprised, and gradually attracted by the content of the video.

But at this moment, the music turned sharply, becoming more and more rapid, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness, and the images in the video began to change rapidly.

When the war broke out, several soldiers broke into the husband's farm, forcibly took away the husband from the enemy country, and expelled him.

Bombers skimming the sky, charging ranks, deafening gunfire and roars, and corpses that keep blowing up...... In the blink of an eye, the whole picture is filled.

The sense of oppression and the grand background music made it seem like he was really on the battlefield, which made Zhou Zheng's heart lift.

However, fate did not give them a respite.

A few days later, his wife's father, who had also received conscription from his country, had to set foot on the battlefield in search of his son-in-law, only to be drowned in endless blood and fire.

Wait until everything is calm again.

The rapid music subsided, and the muffled narration began again.

When I looked into the picture again, there was only a rickety figure standing on top of the ruins, looking at everything in front of me.

Then the scene flashed.

The family is ruined, the wife is separated.

There were also those who were crying bitterly in the smoke of gunpowder, holding corpses.

The final picture freezes, frozen on a cross inserted in the center of the battlefield, and the four big characters of "Braveheart" gradually appear, and the red font seems to be stained with a layer of blood.

......

......

Zhou Zheng sat in front of the computer in a daze, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and he only felt that he was holding a breath in his heart, depressed, and pathetic.

The tragic battles of those soldiers on the battlefield kept echoing in my mind, and the figures of the families in the rear looking forward to the distance.

The two extremes of emotions were intertwined, making him extremely uncomfortable.

It's just a seven- or eight-minute animation.

But it gave him the feeling of experiencing an epic blockbuster.

"What an awesome video!"

Coming back to his senses, Zhou Zheng finally couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

It's not like he's never seen an animation with a war theme like this.

But I've never seen an animation that can portray emotions so realistically with a picture, and it perfectly restores the cruelty of war!

And that's not the one that shocked him the most.

The most unbelievable thing for him is the production level of this animation, which is simply amazing!

The number of frames contained in the explosion of the light bomb can be described as burning money every second, and the trajectory of each shrapnel can be clearly seen, and the feedback of the hit after it is dispersed.

It's not just a simple animation.

It's a work of art!

In the form of animation, the audience is presented with a real battlefield!

"Which company is so generous, is it the trailer of a blockbuster?"

In Zhou Zheng's impression, the only ones who can achieve this level of animation are those large film and television companies.

is it released so quietly, is it for fear that others will know?

With a strange smile, Zhou Zheng pulled the page below.

But when he saw the video tag at the bottom, his expression suddenly froze on his face.

(Game CG) (Standalone Game) (Braveheart) (Memories of Angels) (Healing)

“WTF！？”

"Why did you tell me this was game CG??"

Zhou Tong almost jumped up from the bed, his eyes wide.

This unusual behavior also attracted the attention of other roommates, who raised their heads one after another.

"What's the matter, scared like this, the anchor you follow Guan Meiyan?"

"Haha, I think it's eighty percent, wasn't there a Joe or something that was exposed before?"

"People nowadays would rather believe in themselves than look in the mirror."

"Yes, yes, yes, what else is not good, even if the beauty is rotten, it's useless, I really laugh and pee."

Roommates, every word you say to me, and in the blink of an eye, the dormitory is covered by laughter.

"No, it's not." Zhou Zhengsheng blushed, and hurriedly turned the phone screen over, "It's this animation, you guys take a look at this animation!" ”

......

In just one night.

The video released by Chen Lin became popular and spread quickly in a small area.

The sales of the game have reached a staggering ...... More than thirty copies.

"Sure enough."

Looking at the sales page, Chen Lin, who had just gotten up, was completely sleepy.

In fact, he had expected this result long before the release of the game, and he was not too surprised.

The success of a game is not only about the quality, but also about fame and publicity.

He's not one of those big companies with resources in hand.

One is not famous, and the other is not publicized, so it's strange that it can become popular.

The kind of plot in the novel that just sends a game and happens to be played by a big anchor, and then explodes, is simply unrealistic.

Because when he released the game last night, he had already sent a group message to the major game anchors through the platform's private message, recommending this game to them.

But in the end, none of them were actually downloaded.

Some don't even even glance at it.

"Luckily, I prepared with both hands."

Chen Lin opened the video website, about to check the effect of the promotional CG, when a phone call suddenly came in.

glanced at it, it was the game studio that he had worked with the most before, and immediately picked it up and answered.

"Chen Lin, I have an action programming here, can you do it?"

As soon as it was connected, a familiar voice came from the opposite side.

"Don't you know where I'm now?" Chen Lin said in surprise.

Five of his ten orders were provided by the other party, and seeing that he was a recent college graduate, he would basically give priority to him as soon as he had an order.

Although they were all small orders, they helped him a lot.

Asking him to cooperate now is tantamount to risking offending Huanhai, but not everyone has the courage.

"Haha, a small studio like ours can't climb the high branches of the Huanhai, so naturally there is no need to tie them up like those companies."

The other side of the phone laughed at himself, his voice sarcastic.

Maybe it's because it's a small studio that I can empathize with Chen Lin's experience.

Chen Lin was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I have a better place to go now, thank you for this time, Old Song." ”

"What do you mean? Did you really change careers? ”

Lao Song's voice paused, and it took a while to react, and his words were a little more tired: "Alas... It's okay, you're still young, you can venture more, and come back to me if you need anything in the future. ”

"Well, I will......"

Chen Lin opened his mouth, and he wanted to say something, but on the video website he had just opened, a large number of messages suddenly appeared, which made him stunned.

"I still have something to do, hang up first."

Hang up the phone and click on the message interface.

In just one night, his backstage news has soared to 999+!