An Expert Is actually By My Side

　　 The time soon came to the end of the month.

　　The final list of the Hope Cup Contest was also announced on the official website as scheduled.

　　According to the practice of previous competitions, this kind of national programming competition usually causes follow-up reports from major media.

　　 As one of the most influential newspapers among the students of Xia Guo, "Times Youth Daily" will naturally not miss the report on this event.

　　 Therefore, the office of the editor-in-chief of Times Youth Daily directly assigned tasks to specific departments and asked to write a column on the front page of the newspaper to comment on the finalists of the "Hope Cup".

　　 Receiving this glorious and arduous task from the boss, Zhang Wei and his colleagues in the office spent a whole night downloading all the 270 entries published on the official website of the contest organizer.

　　 Looking through the information on his hand, Wang Yong said with emotion.

　　 "There are a lot of brain-hole works in this competition..."

　　 "Normal," Zhang Wei stared at the computer screen meticulously, and Zhang Wei answered casually, "After all, this year's test questions are enough."

　　 "The test questions in the competition that year weren't your brains?"

　　 "After all, it is hoped that the selection of Cup Bi is not just a simple programmer, but a programmer with both programming ability and design creativity."

"Creative? Hey, I have a buddy here that is very interesting. He actually made a virus come out." Wang Yong flipped through the information in his hand and said with a smile, "Teacher, the organizer only discovered the computer after running the program. Poisoned, no matter you press any key or touch the mouse, it will trigger the computer to restart automatically."

　　 Liu Sicheng asked interestedly: "What happened later?"

　　Wang Yong smiled and said, "What else can happen? Look at the list of cooperative units. There are security experts from the Xia Academy of Sciences in the main examination committee. What trouble can this little trick cause?"

　　 Liu Sicheng said with emotion: "Unbelievable, this kind of work has actually been shortlisted."

　　 "After all, it is undeniable that this is indeed a work that makes people doubt life," Wang Yong shrugged and continued, "If you are a novice who doesn't understand computers, this virus is enough to make you doubt life."

　　 "To doubt that life is not to think about life... I always feel that it is still off topic."

　　 "Drifting? In contrast, I'm even more curious about this big guy's performance in the finals, and it must be very exciting by then!"

　　 There have been many such cases in previous years.

　　Because the performance of the contestants is too genius, they received offers from large companies or were invited to study in world-class research institutions such as the Xia Academy of Sciences to study topics about the future of all mankind.

　　Since the organizer has approved this work to be shortlisted, it must have taken a fancy to a certain aspect of the contestant's quality before making such a decision.

　　 I have never heard the sound of communication in the office. Liu Sicheng suddenly noticed that their boss, Zhang Wei, seemed to have not participated in the topic since the beginning of a sentence.

　　 There was a hint of curiosity in his heart, and he couldn't help but speak.

　　 "Speaking of which, why is Brother Wei so silent today?"

　　 Hearing someone throwing the topic to him, Zhang Wei looked away from the screen, leaned back on the chair, and took a sip of the cold coffee on the table.

　　 "I saw a very interesting work."

　　As soon as I heard this, everyone in the office became interested.

　　 "Fucking? A work that even brother Wei finds interesting?" Wang Yong pushed down his glasses and curiously walked to his colleague's desk, "Let me see."

　　 Zhang Wei let go of the office chair and mouse, allowing Wang Yong to take his place.

　　 "Game?"

　　 "Yes, it's pretty evil, I played it several times."

　　 "Oh? Then I have to study more."

　　 With a hint of curiosity in his heart, Wang Yong held the mouse and clicked the button to start the game.

　　 Soon the game started.

　　 The process of the whole game is very short, so short that you only need to walk to the bench in the middle of the cemetery and sit down. After listening to the music for thirty seconds, the level is over.

　　 However, as a senior game player, Wang Yong always feels something is wrong.

　　 "It's hard to say how strange, but as a game, the process is too...short."

　　 He originally wanted to use the word perfunctory, but it was quite interesting to think of the music played at the end of the game, not like the free material he had heard elsewhere.

　　 Regardless of the game itself, at least in terms of the soundtrack, he could feel that the producer was still a little bit thinking about it, so he changed his words temporarily.

　　Wang Yong started again.

　　 This time, instead of following the prompt, he went straight to the bench in the middle of the cemetery, but walked around the cemetery, trying to find other ways to clear the customs.

　　 However, Zhang Wei's words dispelled his thoughts.

　　 "If you want to find a way to leave the cemetery, I advise you not to work hard. The outside is full of textures. As for other customs clearance methods... I have tried them all."

　　 "Does it have to die?" Wang Yong said with a wry smile.

　　 "Yes," Zhang Wei nodded, "There is only one ending."

　　Since when Wang Yong opened the second hand, Liu Sicheng walked to stand behind the two of them. After watching the flow of the game from beginning to end, a thoughtful look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he spoke.

　　 "Could it be... the producer deliberately did it?"

　　 Wang Yong, who watched the game over the cutscene, was taken aback.

　　 "Intentionally?"

　　 Liu Sicheng nodded and continued.

"On the surface, this is just a simple game, but it contains a very deep philosophy of life. Just now, Brother Wei's words reminded me that the only ending is inevitable, and this...does not resemble all of us very much. Home?"

　　 The office fell into silence.

　　 Not only the three people around the computer, but also the other people who were busy with things at hand, stopped talking.

　　 After a while, Zhang Wei, the editor-in-chief, coughed slightly, breaking the solemn atmosphere.

　　 "Let's still don't think about such a heavy thing."

　　Wang Yong who came back to his senses also laughed twice and said.

　　 "Yeah, yeah, this is still too early for us."

"But...I'm also telling our Xiao Liu that the deep meaning of this game may be here," Zhang Wei continued after thinking for a moment, "It is different from those popular in the market that pursue graphics and refreshing fast-paced games. , The developer of this game focused on a dying old man... This is very abnormal. But now I suddenly feel that this is the finishing touch of this game~www.ltnovel.com~It It's not like a simple game, or a simple program or animation, but more like a moving artwork. The old life keeps disappearing, the new life goes after another, and the game repeats itself over and over again. , But the world repeats itself again and again forever."

　　 "I think the reason why the organizer made such a work shortlisted must be because of the philosophy contained in it."

　　 After listening to Zhang Wei's words, everyone in the office nodded in agreement.

　　 Especially Wang Yong, who held the mouse and opened it again, the expression on his face at this moment no longer had a slight contempt, but with a touch of contemplative dignity.

　　 Yes, as Zhang Wei and Liu Sicheng feel in this game, it is like a moving artwork.

　　 The death of the player does not seem to make any sense to this game.

　　 Whether it is the tombstone, the bird flying in the forest, and the music that flows quietly like a stream at the end, everything here will not change in any way because of the death of the player.

　　 The choice of whether to reappear a line of understatement is to abstract the heavy concept of death into something as light as a feather. His life experience is still relatively small, and he can't write many things to describe this feeling, but that feeling does exist because he can clearly feel it from this game.

　　 Gradually, a trace of enlightenment appeared in Wang Yong's eyes.

　　 There are no easter eggs at all.

　　 There is no hidden ending.

　　 What I see in front of my eyes is all the game producer wants to express.

　　 There is no doubt that this is a game that is thought-provoking!

　　 Just like the line written by the producer in the file attachment!