It’s not like this wizard is inappropriate

The days following the incident at the shelter were generally peaceful.

Several forces seemed to have stopped taking action and were hiding quietly.

Members of the Wizard Asylum organization began to look for like-minded partners, recruiting wizards who were not particularly twisted like madmen, did not practice black magic, and also longed for a normal life.

Lin An really didn't care about these things.

He is busy in the company until late almost every day.

For him, spiritual painting has officially entered a new stage - he began to try to deconstruct these spiritualities instead of copying them.

Try to break these down into smaller details, and then start with each detail to explore the parts of the whole.

As a result, the company's new game development special project team ushered in the heaviest workload.

Team leader, oh, although Lin An has now been promoted to game producer, the special projects team still likes to call Lin An the team leader.

Maybe it's because the base maps Lin An drew that needed to be optimized were so magical.

This is a kind of worship to a great god.

But during this time, this great god became a bit unlovable.

The team leader who used to take a long time to publish manuscripts now distributes several manuscripts almost every day.

This is obviously no longer a project workload that the special projects team can complete.

It forces them to integrate with the art department that has been formally established for the project, and drives more technical personnel to participate.

At noon that day, the little boss came over and asked if he wanted to go to Lujiao's headquarters together, but Lin An refused.

"Don't be too tired." The little boss ordered before leaving. "Those people under you can hardly keep up with your progress. Game development is a long process, and it is impossible to achieve it overnight."

Game development costs money every day. The little boss thinks he is safe, but he feels that Lin An seems a little anxious.

"You really don't want to go?" The little boss finally came over and asked again.

Lin An took his eyes off the computer screen, raised his head and glanced at him, "Yeah."

"Okay~"

The little boss is really not used to it.

After all, the real headquarters of Antlers is actually in the dimension of the purgatory world. He can't get in at all and needs someone to pull him in.

He didn't like to trouble other people because of this matter. Every time these uncles and uncles saw this situation, they would say something mocking or educational.

Very annoying.

This was just a small ripple, and Lin An turned his attention to the computer screen again.

At this moment, a dynamic image of a character model was playing on his computer screen - a witch wearing a dark green wizard's robe walking and running with a two-meter tree stick and a wand.

The image of the witch is the standard Western-style plump aesthetic in the game industry, and her figure shows an extremely exaggerated S-shape. In order to well show off the standard sexy clothes she wears inside the wizard robe, the wizard robe also looks a bit ragged.

While walking and running, the thin wizard robe will ripple with the fruitful fruits, and the plump legs will stretch the wizard robe to a graceful angle, making it look extremely tempting.

This is actually nothing, as long as players like it.

After all, the product attributes of the game are higher than the artistic attributes, and there are some things that cannot be allowed to be expressed randomly by the planners.

But Lin An's brows were frowning deeply at this moment.

He always felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it, I enlarged and enlarged the running model of the witch so that the witch's chest and abdomen below the neck and above the waist filled the entire 27-inch display screen.

Staring at the ripplings carefully, he mobilized his spirituality to assist his brain in thinking quickly.

Not sure what he was thinking of, he got up and went to the desk in the office and pulled out a book from the bookshelf.

"The Relationship between Armor Movement and Human Movement" is an internal textbook produced by Professor Cao when he was teaching at the university.

Opening the catalog, I quickly found ‘Chapter 9: The Application and Aesthetics of Ribbons on Temple Statues and Armors’.

"...In large-scale group operations, the general's role is often not much different from the role of the statue in the temple. He sits in charge of the central army and plays a role in calming people's hearts...."

"...Having ribbons on armor is not conducive to combat..."

"Its function lies in 'propriety', which is a manifestation of divine power under the value framework of the time... it is superior... a subtle combination between civil and military..."

"...So it is difficult for sergeants to see the general running in armor...not slowly or quickly..."

"So the design of the ribbon on the armor targets three scenes: sitting, walking, and riding."

In this part of the textbook, some pictures are inserted, which are photos of Professor Cao wearing armor and tied with ribbons in these three scenes.

Ribbons are also distinguished.

Some are red silk tied with a bunch of flowers, and some are a wide embroidered ribbon.

To be honest, Lin An had only seen this thing on the statues in the temple. In reality, this kind of thing would not be done in TV dramas at all. The generals seemed to be the first to rush in with their swords.

But these were not things that Lin An wanted to consider. He carefully stared at the shapes of the ribbons on Professor Cao's armor that swayed as he moved.

Then he looked at the rippling fruits on the computer screen pulling on the thin clothes in contrast.

Soon, he got the answer.

rhythm.

The rhythm is wrong!

He walked quickly back to his desk and sat down, staring at the somewhat tattered clothes and shaking his head.

The modeling in front of me is a standard commercial modeling, which is considered qualified in all aspects. Even the rippling effect supported by the engine can be said to be excellent.

But it almost ruined the draft produced by Lin An.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and walked out of the office to the special projects team office next door.

This office has gone from being just Zheng Miao to being bustling with people, and now it has been reduced to only a dozen people. Others are assigned to the art department to serve as management, serving as a bridge between the art department and the special projects team.

"Team leader!" Everyone greeted Lin An one after another when they saw him coming in.

Lin An nodded to them and came to the innermost place. Zheng Miao was giving instructions to a colleague at the moment.

After a while, the man left, and Zheng Miao looked at Lin An suspiciously, "Idol, is there something wrong?"

She had rarely seen Lin An's expression so serious.

"There is something wrong with the modeling number N33." Lin An asked her to bring up the modeling and requirements document, pointing to the witch in the picture and telling, "Her wizard robe uses the draft number P01, do you still remember what it represents? ?"

"Of course I remember!" Zheng Miao shrugged, "The only draft we made was a portrait of a green skin."

"It is a sense of powerlessness in struggling and pursuing freedom. This powerlessness comes from self-restraint, so it is even more powerless."

Okay, good, I still remember.

Lin An nodded, "But this model uses it on it, and it seems that this feeling of powerlessness is almost in vain. Especially since this model is shaking with her breasts against the clothes, she almost doesn't show any overall appearance." Feeling powerless.”

"And here."

Lin An moved his fingers and came to the fairest part of the picture, "This black restraint belt should be modified based on the red line of the B23 manuscript, right?"

Seeing Zheng Miao nodding, he continued to talk, "The rhythm presented in the red line manuscript is a kind of self-restraint. It presents an inner tension of life, which is not reflected at all here."

"Then this." He clicked on a piece of white flowers, "This skin should be made of P16's snake pattern, right? It should be made very dense and covered with a layer of translucent skin, so it is not so obvious. This manuscript is a kind of self-loathing but full of longing."

Lin An's fingers drew a circle on the chest of the witch model, "The innermost part is filled with self-loathing and longing. What restrains it from the outside is the tension of self-restraint and inner self. The combination of the two ultimately affects the final result." The helplessness of the outer robe’s struggle.”

Zheng Miao opened her mouth, unable to speak.

She stared blankly at the model on the screen that she particularly disliked, but she didn't know that the demand statement Lin An had written before actually contained such a meaning.

"I don't need to remind you of this. After all, I have only completed half of the manuscript. You led everyone to make the remaining half. Logically speaking, you should know better than me what these manuscripts mean. They are What effect will it produce when combined?”

Lin An looked down at Zheng Miao's somewhat stagnant expression, "I hope you know that Mr. Lu and I chose you as director not because you were the first to come to the special projects team. We are the most familiar with each other."

"It's because I know very well how you gave up your great future in order to persist in your pursuit of art."

"We also know how you were trying to find the most appropriate balance between art and business after you resigned and started working on your own."

"Similarly, I still remember how overjoyed you were when you first saw the green-skinned portrait I made. It was also at that time that you called me your idol."

Lin An stared into her eyes, "Tell me, are you really satisfied with the finished product in front of you?"

Zheng Miao pursed her lips, opened her mouth, and explained a little palely, "But this is what the current game is about, it..."

Lin An raised his eyebrows slightly, "We don't make games on the market, understand? When I started making these drafts, it was destined that it couldn't be any game on the market."

"Of course~"

Lin An chuckled and gestured with a curve at the screen, "The shape of this water drop is great. The texture of the jelly looks very attractive. This needs to be maintained."

"But I guess it shouldn't conflict with what we're going to do, right?"

"Even if you finally decide to let the witch wear a wizard's robe from head to toe, without even a trace being exposed, then as long as it looks like it is moving in the clothes to drive the rhythm of the clothes, it will not affect its commercial content. of."

Zheng Miao rolled her eyes, "What's the commercial content? It's just Seple!"

Lin An shrugged, "This is not something we can change, not even the global game industry can change. But its artistry is what we need to achieve for it."

This is actually the division of labor between Lin An and the little boss. The little boss is responsible for completing the commercial aspects of the game, and Lin An is responsible for completing the artistic aspects of the game.

The little boss's demand for Lin An has always been this since he first saw the snake-tailed three-headed dog that Lin An drew.

Lin An also had the same requirements for Zheng Miao.

"I can do it." Zheng Miao assured Lin An sincerely, "But, idol, after such strong emotions are expressed, no matter how big her breasts are, no matter how they bounce around, no matter how big her waist and hips are, No matter how you move, no one might notice."

Lin An smiled slightly, "Isn't this great?"

To be honest, it was hard for Zheng Miao to imagine what kind of effect it would have if this modeling was done according to Lin An's requirements.

She actually started to look forward to it.

Yes, Lin An is right. She seems to have compromised too much on business, causing her to lose her pursuit of artistry. This is the biggest problem.

This is not only a problem with the current game development, but also a problem related to her own future.

She looked at Lin An very gratefully.

"Hurry!" Lin An murmured, staring at the witch on the computer screen. He seemed to have found a way to draw those spirits.

rhythm?

From static to dynamic?

Showing the rhythm of life?

Lin An doesn't know, but maybe when Zheng Miao completes the final product, no, even as long as a semi-finished product is produced, he will have a reference to determine whether it is correct or not.

Time, he really needs time.

Will Lao Liu and Chen Xin give up attacking him? He would have no such illusions.

And Professor Cao...

He didn't know even more. His spiritual intuition clearly reminded him that Professor Cao was harmless to him, but he really felt that Professor Cao had hurt him, which made him a little overwhelmed.

Professor Cao, the master, not only cannot be relied upon, but also becomes an enemy?

Lin An didn't even dare to go to Lujiao's headquarters because he was afraid that Professor Cao would suddenly take action against him!

Alas~

Lao Liu, Chen Xinmi, Professor Cao...

Any one of these three is so disappointing.

Zheng Miao obviously felt Lin An's attention, and began to adjust the project progress, mobilizing the most resources to invest in redoing the image of the witch.

In fact, if this image is completed, many modeling ideas may need to be adjusted a lot.

Lin An was busy until get off work at 5:30 pm. Just as he was about to pack his things, the little boss suddenly called.

"Anzai!"

The little boss's voice was a little hoarse.

"Old Cao...Old Cao is about to die...Do you...do you want to come over and see him...for the last time?"

"What!" Lin An suddenly felt like his heart was being grabbed, and he was terribly uncomfortable.