r18novel 079 is really hard to explain.
079 is really hard to explain.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Zhe, and I'm a freshman in the Architecture Department, Class 1. My major isn't game design, but I've played a lot of games and even done some game design work. I've also written a design proposal for our skiing mobile game project, which I just sent to our WeChat group. You can take a look at it on your phones first."
Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie immediately picked up their phones and downloaded the files from the group chat.
Then, the private room fell silent, with only the sound of a few people breathing heavily or lightly.
About five minutes later.
The slightly chubby Zhang Hao looked up, pushed up his glasses, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"Um... Wang Zhe, right? I took a look at the controls. Does this game not require a gravity sensor?"
In 2012, many racing or parkour games liked to use gravity sensing, such as the left and right tilt of Temple Run, thinking that this made it more high-end.
"unnecessary."
Wang Zhe shook his head, his tone resolute, "My design philosophy is single-finger operation. Players only need to tap the screen with one finger to perform jumps and backflips. This operation logic means you can play it lying down, sitting down, or even while commuting on the subway with one hand. This is the essence of fragmented games."
Zhang Hao nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed... that lowers the barrier to entry considerably."
Another computer science student, Li Wenjie, asked, "Is this a single-player game or an online game? I saw it says there's a coin system in the back."
Wang Zhe explained, "Initially, it will be a pure single-player game. This will save on server costs and avoid the poor experience caused by network fluctuations. However, although it's single-player, we need to reserve an interface for in-app purchases. Later, we can add leaderboards and friend challenges, which will require an internet connection."
Li Wenjie flipped through the documents, his eyes filled with increasing admiration.
"I think this concept is great. Especially the avalanche chase mechanism. The avalanche is chasing after you, urging you to act quickly and slide faster and faster, but if you go too fast, you won't have time to react and you'll crash into obstacles. This sense of tension and speed should be very challenging."
"Yes," Wang Zhe added, "that's the core thrill of the game—pushing the boundaries of control."
"Tempting recklessly on the edge of losing control..."
Zhu Qi read the sentence aloud, seemingly lost in thought.
Su Xiaocheng chimed in, "I think it would be really fun to draw with penguins and snowmen helping out, and you could even ride on their backs! It would be so cute!"
As everyone discussed, the atmosphere became increasingly lively.
However, Zhu Qi, the boss, frowned slightly at this moment.
Pointing to a description in the proposal, she said hesitantly, "But... this isn't skiing, is it?"
"Hmm?" Wang Zhe looked at her.
"Real skiing relies on weight transfer, using the edges of the skis to cut through the snow, and controlling speed and direction. With your design, players can only jump and do somersaults; there's not even a turn. Isn't that just constantly pushing the skis straight downhill?"
Zhu Qi is clearly a true skiing enthusiast. Seeing this kind of game is like having her familiar territory scribbled on.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie exchanged a glance and smiled somewhat helplessly.
Wang Zhe smiled and countered, "Senior, how many of our target users do you think have actually skied before?"
Zhu Qi was taken aback: "This..."
In China these days, skiing is still an extremely niche, elite sport. The average college student, let alone skiing, has probably never even seen a real snowboard.
"One percent? One in a thousand?" Wang Zhe spread his hands. "The vast majority of players don't care about the edge of the skis or the center of gravity. What they care about is not the realism of skiing, but the fun of the game. It's the exhilaration of flying, the relief of dodging obstacles, and the comical feeling of riding a penguin at full speed."
Zhang Hao chimed in, "That's right, there's no need to pursue realism in this kind of thing. If you insist on making a realistic physics engine, it will only make the game boring, or make development extremely difficult."
Li Wenjie nodded: "We're making games, not simulators."
Zhu Qi opened her mouth, but finally smiled helplessly.
She had initially been a little worried that the freshman planner she had chosen wouldn't be well-received. But now it seemed that the two programmers actually agreed with Wang Zhe's plan more.
She closed the folder and said, "Okay. You're right, I was being too serious."
At this point, the waiter started serving the hot dishes.
Braised pork belly, crystal shrimp, and stir-fried shrimp—a variety of delicious and visually appealing local Shanghai dishes filled the table.
Zhu Qi said, "Alright, alright, let's stop talking about work for now. Everyone, let's eat. This restaurant serves very authentic Shanghainese cuisine. You'll need to eat well to have the energy to work."
Wang Zhe sat down and picked up his chopsticks.
Looking at the plate of braised pork with its bright red color and rich sauce, he was very tempted.
He picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.
The smile on Wang Zhe's face froze instantly the next second.
He chewed twice, his brows furrowing tightly, his expression becoming somewhat strange.
sweet.
It is too sweet.
The braised pork tasted like it was coated in syrup in his mouth.
For someone accustomed to Sichuan cuisine, the rich, dark sauces of Shanghai and Hong Kong-style dishes were a culinary assault. Even though I had experienced it before my rebirth, I still couldn't resist this time.
Su Xiaocheng sat opposite him the whole time, keeping a close eye on the movements of this "strategist".
Seeing his expression, Su Xiaocheng couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's wrong?" Su Xiaocheng asked with a mischievous smile, "Don't you like the food from Shanghai and Hong Kong?"
Wang Zhe swallowed the piece of meat with difficulty and quickly drank a sip of tea to calm his nerves.
"Sigh..." he sighed, "I just can't get used to such sweet braised pork. Is this sugar free?"
Su Xiaocheng shook her head with a smug look: "What Shanghainese dish isn't sweet? You've been studying here for four years, you'll have to learn to get used to sugar."
At this moment, Zhu Qi stood up, gave Wang Zhe a wink, and then walked out of the private room.
Wang Zhe followed her out.
Then, outside the door, he saw the shareholding agreement in his senior's hand, along with a pen.
Zhu Qi handed over the agreement and whispered, "Sign this. It's a 20% share as agreed. If the game is profitable after its launch, you'll also receive 20% of the profits."
Wang Zhe took the agreement and pen and began to carefully read through it.
It took a few minutes to read the contract.
After reading it, he was about to sign it when he noticed Zhu Qi's hesitant expression.
So Wang Zhe asked, "Any other questions?"
Zhu Qi shook her head: "No, no problem, just sign it."
She couldn't very well say, "The way you looked at the contract just now really resembled your father, could she?"
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