In this world where virtual reality games are popular, players' tastes are becoming more and more savvy. In recent years, many development companies have intentionally or unintentionally tested the bottom line of the Internet supervision industry, trying to satisfy the players' curiosity and beauty hunting psychology through some erotic, violent, and bloody content. Various "male" games are emerging one after another. What's more terrifying is that these games really occupy most of the market in a short period of time. As most people play, they are attracted by the brainless plot with no logic at all and only seeking a "smooth". The system has begun to become popular again. Virtual reality games have once become synonymous with "electronic drugs" for a period of time and become a tool for adults to vent their desire. Those truly talented game makers are difficult to stand out in such a big environment.

Fallen Studio almost saved all this.

At first, this small third-rate studio did not have such great ambitions and dared to fight the industry trends that were about to become an unspoken rule. They just thought about how to play as many edge balls as possible within the system and grab some leftover scraps from first-tier game companies, that would be enough.

Is the arrival of tapir? that changed the status quo.

The middle-aged man with a big back and glasses had such sharp eyes no matter when he confronted the studio's chief, Targas' eyes were fierce and shiny. He looked straight into the other party's eyes without any hesitation and shouted sternly, "What was the purpose of you to disperse your wealth and work hard to build this small game studio? Is it to do some pornographic video games like now that they are just to solve physiological problems for those otaku who are seriously overweight? Is your dream only at this level? Are you really satisfied? Well?!"

The quarrel that day ended with the person in charge being speechless and sitting on the chair with a stammering mouth.

With a "bang", tapir opened the office door and walked to the workplace of programmers. All programmers looked at him in shock. A newcomer who was a newcomer not only showed extremely powerful work efficiency and ability, but also dared to rush into the office for the plan he was killed and had a big fight with his immediate boss. He was simply arrogant and unreasonable.

But... this madman expressed everyone's thoughts.

At this moment, tapir suddenly had a ridiculous sense of mission - he felt that virtual reality games were no longer just a tool for revenge on the Yin clan, but a better and more interesting thing. He had the responsibility and obligation to make the virtual reality games in this country better, and he had to say something and do something!

"If you are a man, just do it with me." Tachia? After thinking about it, he added meticulously, "Of course, we welcome lesbians too... In short, let's take a try in the end, and the result will not be worse than now."

His leadership ability is indeed very outstanding. Everyone responded to it and began to start the project he designed from scratch - "Virtual Life". This game is a sandbox game. In the process, you can choose various lives to simulate. For example, office workers, students, stars, millionaires, soldiers, etc. The system will simulate the various situations of these people in real life, which is quite realistic. Interestingly, tapir? There are many famous movie scenes interspersed in it. You will play with it while playing. In the end, the plot becomes out of control, and the turning point is natural and reasonable, and there is nothing wrong with choosing.

For example, if you simulate a rich second generation, you will become Batman while playing; if you simulate a prosecutor, you may become a two-faced person while playing... The style of painting becomes too fast, making people have no time to react or predict, and has received a lot of praise.

After this game became popular, the general manager finally saw what the virtual reality game should look like, and hired Takre as the studio's general consultant to continue to develop new games. Since then, Takre has made rapid progress in reliance on the momentum of newcomers and developed high-quality games such as "Ghost Eye", "Creation Diary", "Magic and Science", "Alchemy Tower". By the time "Dawn of the Desert Island" was released, the name Takre had become a topic of constant discussion among players, and the Fallen Fantasy Studio also jumped forward and became a first-class production company.

Fallen Studio. 8:30 in the morning.

The tapir walked into the office as usual and received a series of sincere greetings. He did not respond one by one, but said "Good morning everyone" as a routine, and then turned around and turned into his own exclusive "designer office". Close the door and took off his glasses. The tapir breathed a sigh of relief. The enthusiasm of the people made him unable to adapt. Even after a long time, it was still difficult for him to integrate into these people as a monster. Listening to their heartfelt admiration and compliments, the tapir felt a sense of cheating.

I took out my cell phone, and the word "date" on the memo occupied my vision.

"Yes, today is the agreed day." He sighed inexplicably, then picked up his virtual helmet, buckled his head, and sat on the chair with his back on his back. This is the benefit of the game designer - even if someone is caught playing games during working hours, he can still refute him openly and say, "I am collecting materials. Do you understand them?"

"Hmph, I don't know what the Yin clan is doing now..." The realistic picture in front of me quickly retreated, and the corner of my mouth moved, and he sneered, "I guess I won't be doing good things, maybe I'm doing some unsightly conspiracy again, so it's better not to think about him."

"Dong————" The flowing light passed by, and the tapir was dragged into the virtual world.

"Welcome to Dawn of the Desert Island, data detection... The game creator template was detected, the identity has been authenticated, the game id has been authenticated, and the cheat mode is enabled."

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Yin clan stood in front of the blackboard, holding a piece of chalk with only half left in his hand, writing carefully, writing and explaining, "This is a very deceptive equation. First of all, we need to derivative the function. Many students will make a mistake here. Note that this function is a composite function. We must first calculate the derivative function in brackets, and then multiply it by the overall derivative function, and finally we can get it..."

"So, this, this...the answer comes out."

The blackboard writing on his face undoubtedly showed that Yin's strong math skills were of course applauded by the students. The math teacher was also very happy and slightly pushed his head back, showing an encouraging smile to Yin's climax, and said in a Mandarin with a slightly Henan accent, "The Yin classmate...the basic knowledge is very solid, and the blackboard is written very well. It doesn't feel like the blackboard writing written by a student, right?"

"Of course, I have taught in the past." Yin clan gently put down the chalk, patted the chalk dust on his hand, and said inadvertently.

...The atmosphere in the classroom instantly solidified.

"Ah... I mean, I used to tutor for elementary school students during the summer vacation, hahaha..." Realizing that he had said something wrong, the Yin clan quickly waved his hand to distinguish. He looked at Ying Huan, who was sitting in the first row as if he asked for help. Unexpectedly, after a few seconds, Miss Ying looked at him, turned her head with a "humph", pouted angrily, and didn't look at him, as if she wanted to completely break up with the Yin clan, which made him confused.

Why did I make her angry? Yin asked herself.

Taking advantage of the rapid solution of this problem on the podium, the Yin clan quietly slipped back to his seat. Not long after sitting, Zhang Huxiang next door leaned over and said with admiration, "It seems that you are a real person and don't miss the image... Mathematics is so good, and you will definitely pass the monthly exams easily. Then I'll ask you to send me the answer."

"You may not be in the same exam room." Chen Mengqi behind him complained.

"It's okay. As long as the Yin clan and I think about the same thing at the same time, our brain waves can be linked together. It's more than enough to send an answer or something..."

The Yin clan replied to them perfunctorily, laid his body a little bit, took out his cell phone under the cover of the desk, and asked Ying Huan on WeChat, "What's wrong with you?"

Maybe because she was sitting in the first row, the teacher would walk there from time to time. Miss Ying really couldn't take time to see her phone. Yin clan waited for a long time and kept staring at the phone screen. Finally, she waited for a light sentence "It's okay". It seemed that the other party even made a punctuation mark, let alone expressions. Seeing this, Yin clan had to sigh silently, press off the phone screen, sit upright, and do a serious study. According to Yin clan's own experience, it's better not to ask questions at this time. The more she asked, the more angry she became...

In the drowsy sleepiness, everyone finally got through the math class.

Students will have this experience: every time you take a math class, the most difficult thing is often the first thirty minutes. During these thirty minutes, your sleepiness will increase in geometric multiples, one higher than the other, and your eyelids will fight up and down. Even if you insist on not closing your eyes, the notes you make have become messy, forming a combination of slashes and dots, which is completely inconsistent. But in the last ten minutes, your spirit will incredibly usher in a wave of rebirth, as if the thirty minutes of the trouble just now are for the ten minutes of rest. The teacher can hear what he said, the blackboard can see, the notes and other things can be written by hand, and everything is back to what he should be in class.

If the next class happens to be a physical education class... these ten minutes have become the depression before the carnival. Everyone endured the boring mathematical formulas poured into their brains like magical sounds, as if they were performing a ceremony that was about to end the bitterness.

"Dinglinglinglinglinglingling--" The bell rang out, and the math teacher was a little unsatisfied, so he had to put down the chalk.

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The boys in the class woke up instantly, holding football, and rolling basketball, running downstairs, for fear that the venue would be occupied by people from other classes if they were late. Seeing this grand occasion, Yin clan couldn't help but be shocked and asked, "The college entrance examination is still four months away... Why do you have physical education classes?! You have no idea about food and food, and you have to eat and sleep?"

"This is the characteristic of the school." Chen Mengqi patted the Yin clan's shoulder and said earnestly, "You have to adapt as soon as possible... Go out and take a look. There are magazines such as "Zhiyin" and "Maxim" in the corridor.

After saying that, he turned into a gust of wind and flew downstairs with Zhang Huxiang to pursue the hope of the national football team.
Chapter completed!