Rewrite the Technological Landscape

The dark night, the courtyard, the old tree, the eyes, are full of spirituality. Fortunately, Meng Qian is a relatively steadfast materialist. This makes him calm. Looking intently, the outline of a human being becomes clearer and clearer, following the figure. Walking out from under the old tree with a bit of rolling, with the help of the faint moonlight, Meng Qian finally saw the other side clearly.

"Kang Heng??" After recognizing the person, Meng Qian took the initiative to walk up and watched Kang Heng limping, and said inexplicably, "How did you fall from the tree?"

"I have been hiding in the tree..." Kang Heng said while pressing his thigh.

"Why are you hiding in the tree?" Meng Qian was even more inexplicable.

Kang Heng curled his lips, as if he was looking for an explanation that would give a little bit of face. Finally, he said bluntly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to get in after I get out, so I climbed up the tree while they didn't pay attention."

Meng Qian tried to understand Kang Heng's thinking, "So why are you staying here?"

"I'm looking for you!" Kang Heng said as expected, "I have something to look for you!"

"Why do you have to go up to the tree to find me? So anxious?"

"I want to play games!" Kang Heng's eyes suddenly showed obvious excitement.

"This is so familiar..." Meng Qian looked at Kang Heng's leg and didn't respond to his words immediately, "Is the leg okay?"

"It's okay, I often fall from trees." Kang Heng didn't care, his eyes were always looking forward to Meng Qian's response.

"Why didn't you come down to find me before?"

"I didn't see you before."

Meng Qian glanced at the distance between where he was sitting and the ancient tree. He had sat there quietly before, and it was normal if he didn't see it in the dark, "Then why don't you go down the tree and find me?"

"I'm afraid of being discovered."

"Then if you never see me, you won't come down?"

Kang Heng seemed to be a little confused, "I have been staring at the door, and I don't know why I haven't seen you before."

"Come and talk about it." Meng Qian was not obsessed with this problem, and helped Kang Heng to sit down on the corridor not far away. "If you want to play a game, just hit it. I won't stop you, so I told me specifically. What are you doing?"

"I heard that Dafeng Entertainment, that is, you bought a few teams, right?" Kang Heng knows these things very well. In 2001, there were only a handful of professional teams in China, and they were not well-known. They belonged to a very small group. The crowd is even the edge.

"So?"

"I want to join the team, I want to be a professional player!" Kang Heng looked at Meng Qian longingly.

Kang Heng’s answer is consistent with Meng Qian’s guess a few minutes ago. Kang Heng did not want to wait any more a day. He would rather secretly climb the tree. Meng Qian also saw it, "We are recruiting team members, but we There are our assessment requirements."

"My technique must be no problem!" Kang Heng looked confident.

"We want to recruit good academic performance."

Kang Heng was suddenly stunned. The original pure and firm eyes were a little bit more dazed, "You are talking about... the academic performance in the school?"

Meng Qian smiled lightly, "Yes."

"What does playing games have to do with grades?!" Kang Heng showed a resisting emotion on his face, "You just don't want me!"

"Do you really hate this society that only looks at performance and discriminates against games?" Meng Qian asked directly.

"Yeah!" Kang Heng nodded very surely.

"Me too, so I want to fight this society, do you want to?"

Kang Heng frowned, then nodded.

"So you think, now the whole society is labeling people who play games as unlearned, poor students, bad kids, etc. Now you give up learning to play games, even if you play games well one day, others I will also say that it is not just a **** who does not learn, and the game will continue to be looked down upon.

But think about it again. When you won the championship one day in a game competition, when you are standing on the podium, and people who say you don’t study are playing games, you come up with an admission notice from Tsinghua University. Did the book hit them in pain? "

Kang Heng was stunned, and then he was silent and seriously thinking about the picture Meng Qian painted, and suddenly he was a little excited, "Happy!"

But Kang Heng's eyes dimmed immediately, "But my grades... super bad..."

"It's okay. Winter vacation is coming soon. If you really want to come and train at the company during winter vacation, we will arrange teachers to practice while making up lessons. As long as your grades can reach the standard after the winter vacation, I will admit you."

"Really!?" Kang Heng jumped up from the bench excitedly, then instinctively touched his thigh, "Oh, let me go."

Meng Qian pulled Kang Heng to sit down, and suddenly touched his head a little bit fondly. This was the first time that Meng Qian had a real expectation of Kang Heng.

Because Kang Heng said that when I wanted to play games in the second form, Meng Qian saw his strong desire.

Because when Meng Qian painted such a picture for Kang Heng, Kang Heng really felt happy. Only those who really love games can really hope to rectify the name of the game and hope that the society can change the view of the game.

Only such a person can feel the picture painted by Meng Qian. If he simply wants to play games or want to escape reality, he will not have much impression on the picture he painted.

For more people, do I need to study hard to play the game? Be sick.

"Come to my company to report this weekend."

"Oh yeah!" Kang Heng jumped up excitedly again. He could see that his injured right leg was obviously turned off again, but he didn't care and expressed his happiness presumptuously.

"Have you eaten?" After Kang Heng was happy for a while, Meng Qian asked with a smile.

"No..."

"Go, take you to dinner."

"Oh, I want to go to the toilet first."

"go Go."

Seeing Kang Heng limping and jumping in a particularly interesting way, Shen Jiawen, who had been sitting silently, was also affected by Kang Heng's emotions and laughed unconsciously, "This is the first time I have seen someone use games as bait. Let a child study hard."

"Kang Heng is still too young." Meng Qian sighed, "If I remember correctly, he is only in the first year of junior high school this year. Learning is not for the sake of studying hard, but learning can really help children build basic logical thinking skills and culture. The bottom line is that if you break away from education at the basic education stage~www.NovelMTL.com~, there will be many disadvantages to Kang Heng's life.

Those who are clamoring about the use of learning mathematics and selling vegetables may not realize how much mathematics has played in their lives.

And the game is indeed a thing that is too niche and does not know where the future is. I don't want Kang Heng to bet everything on the game. This is unfair to himself and his parents. People live in the world and enjoy various rights, but many people forget that they have to fulfill their obligations while enjoying their rights.

I don’t recognize the excessive admiration of chasing dreams. People can sacrifice their rights to chase dreams, but they cannot sacrifice their own responsibilities to chase dreams. No matter how big dreams are, we must go down to earth. "

Shen Jiawen looked at Meng Qian's profile quietly. I don't know why, she likes to hear Meng Qian share some of his outlook on life, "Why didn't you tell Kang Heng just now about these principles?"

Meng Qian turned his head and smiled at Shen Jiawen, "Kang Heng is at a rebellious age, he can hear the hell. Besides, what I told him is also sincere. I do have performance requirements for my team, not necessarily non-achievement. How good, but at least not too bad, and they can have no diplomas, but they can’t be ignorant."

Seeing Meng Qian's smile, Shen Jiawen couldn't help but said, "Meng Qian, do you have a dream?"

"Of course there is, otherwise I will start some company." Meng Qian responded as expected.

Then Shen Jiawen's expression was melancholy, "Then... do you have a life..."

Meng Qian looked at Shen Jiawen, and his smile gradually faded.

A dark cloud covering the bright moon was gradually dissipating, and the moonlight shone on the faces of the two of them, allowing each other to see each other's eyes more clearly.

For a time, the two looked at each other, like an oil painting...