Otherworldly Architect

Ming Yan finally returned home.

Xia Cheng gave him the art-designed business card with the name "Varian Wrynn" written on it. (The name of the alliance king in "World of Warcraft", known as "Wawang".)

"…"

Ming Yan's eyes widened in an instant, and his brain was completely awake in an instant.

Xia Cheng asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Did you recognize him before?"

"No no," Ming Yan said, "I used to have a friend who also had this name. What a coincidence."

Xia Cheng shook his head and said, "It's easy to have the same name with pronunciation. There are more than 300 billion people... Ha."

Too.

Ming Yan nodded: "Thank you very much today, I will invite you to dinner later."

Xia Cheng smiled, but said, "You don't need to eat, let's come to the Survival Club another day."

Ming Yan: "..." I haven't forgotten about this!

When Ming Yan returned home, it was already around eleven o'clock in the evening.

The adoptive parents had already fallen asleep, and Ming Yan crept up to the attic and returned to his room.

First big thing -

Turn on the phone and look at the rainbow fart of the Jialian Evaluation Association... ah no, the evaluation report!

This report is nearly 800 words, and it can be regarded as a small composition.

The writing is also very sincere, and the reviewers have used exclamation marks several times to express their praise.

His final score was as follows:

[Screen performance: 9 points, unforgettable at first sight]

[Music sound effects: 7 points, above the standard line]

[Plot experience: 9 points, creating a life]

[Game fun: 10 points, stunning the world]

[Content depth: 10 points, infinite possibilities]

In this report, the reviewers mainly exaggerated the gameplay, and even said: "The only thing that can end this game experience is not that the content of the game is exhausted, but my imagination as a human being. came to an end."

Oops, look at this, how embarrassing it is.

Ming Yan happily saved the screenshot and put it on his mobile phone.

When you are unhappy, take it out and see how beautiful life is.

Immediately after the evaluation of "Daddy Jia", various smaller game evaluation agencies also caught up with a wave of trends, using their own unique evaluation methods to give evaluation reports on "Minecraft".

E.g:

VRGamer: 92/100

PolyDrake: 9.0/10

GamingStudio:9.7/10

GameBlog: 8.5/10

…

In general, the scores of major media have a certain trend.

Those scoring systems with a relatively high proportion of player votes can finally give "Minecraft" an eye-catching high score.

Those who are more academic and advocate round-table scoring by experts are more conservative.

But there is no doubt that the industry has a very unanimous praise for this game.

Even on the player forum, the title of "the first word-of-mouth masterpiece of the month" has been played.

Tonight, as soon as these evaluation reports come out, it is bound to cause shocks on the game platform.

After all, not all players will go into the sea by themselves, wash the sand on the platform, and find some good games to play.

Some people only listen to the introductions of their friends, some people choose based on word of mouth, and some people just click on the list and recommended positions to take a look.

Others are even more straightforward: resolutely blindly follow Daddy Jia's guidance! 8 points or more can experience! 9 points and above must play! 9.5 points even if you die! As long as you can't die, you can play to death!

…

Early the next morning, Ming Yan came downstairs humming a song.

The adoptive parents have already made breakfast. Today is a working day, and they usually rush to work before 9 o'clock.

Seeing Mingyan wearing pajamas, he came down with sleepy eyes.

The two looked at each other, and the adoptive mother shook her head.

However, the adoptive father couldn't hold back, and said to Ming Yan, "Why don't you just find a job? It's not a problem to stay at home all day."

Mingyan sat across from him, poured himself a glass of milk, covered his hands and said, "I've always had a job."

"Staying in the room all day, what kind of serious work can I have?" said the adoptive father, "I know that other provinces talk about working on virtual networks, but we are poor here, and we are poor and partial, how can we compete with others. You just After graduating, don't be too ambitious, honestly find a company, and get a stable salary is better than anything..."

Ming Yan shook his head, did not continue arguing with him, and said, "I have my own measure."

Ming Yan's schedule today is to go to the Blue Star Institute.

It is the research institute that dug him out of the frozen Blue Star. Although the project is not large, it still costs a lot of money.

The reason why they chose to settle on this remote planet in the Sixth Star Province is because it is very close to the Blue Star, so it is convenient to travel at any time; second, the labor cost here is very cheap, so try to save research funds; third, they dug out those After the fossils, a relatively stable social environment is needed to observe the characteristics of the Blue Star people.

Mingyan wasn't the first fossil they dug up, but it was the first one that survived normally, and it seemed that there were no organic lesions on the body.

Every other month, Mingyan will be called back to the institute to have a blood drawn, a physical examination, and a psychological test.

In fact, the couple in the foster family they found for Mingyan also recorded Mingyan's work and rest time on a daily basis.

As a reward, the institute will give the couple a monthly fee, and Ming Yan's tuition fee also comes from it.

In all fairness, Ming Yan can be regarded as being saved by the research institute. So he has no complaints.

Just digging out the clear words, I don’t know how to spend tens of millions of funds, let alone the follow-up thawing and research.

The research institute has been living a miserable life. The researchers rely on the curiosity and awe of history to persevere in their work. The funds are all reliant on the above and occasionally have enough money, and a few changes are leaked.

The research institute also has a public account, which updates some popular science knowledge about Blue Star.

Sometimes when someone just saw it and thought it was interesting, they would also give a small reward, which was also confiscated.

After all, it's not easy for everyone...

But Ming Yan still doesn't like the days when blood is drawn.

This time, Ming Yan came with officially certified charitable funds.

After entering through the gate, I saw the familiar lady at the front desk, looking up at myself: "Hey, the day for the medical examination is only two days away, why did you come earlier?"

Mingyan smiled and said, "Come donate."

The young lady smiled and said, "You can live your own life first. Our research institute is not that poor yet."

Ming Yan did not speak, he took out the government-certified check from his pocket and handed it to the table.

The young lady picked up the check, her face changed first, then she quickly lowered her head and got closer, her expression changed again.

She looked up at Ming Yan, as if confirming that he hadn't turned into the Hulk.

Then, she lowered her head, put her fingertips against the numbers, counted the digits one by one, and then her face changed for the third time.

"You...you wait here!"

After the lady at the front desk finished speaking, she jumped up from her chair and ran into the research institute quickly.

Ming Yan heard screams coming from inside:

"Director—Director! There's a big thing—a big thing! It's a long life—!!"

Ming Yan shook his head amusingly, and walked out of the door without waiting for the people inside to come out.

Not far from going out, Ming Yan walked outside the park and finally sat on a bench.

He was waiting for a taxi to pick him up when it started to rain lightly.

The weather was still cold, so Ming Yan tightened his jacket.

He remembered his last days on Blue Star. Their stars had completely extinguished. The whole world was like a mass of ashes that would be blown away by the wind sooner or later.

The survivors comforted and cheered each other on the radio, digging as deep as possible into the ground, looking for the last bit of temperature in Lan Xing's mother's body.

Ming Yan froze to death in such a tunnel, his body froze, as exaggerated as in the cartoon.

So now he is very afraid of the cold.

The institute quickly called Ming Yan's mobile phone.

But Ming Yan did not intend to announce this matter, so he cut off the communication.

After going back and forth twice, the other side knew what he meant, and the phone finally went quiet again.

Mingyan looked up at the sky, wondering where the frozen blue star was now drifting.

Fortunately, the Institute will keep an eye on it.

These hundreds of millions of donations will definitely help them breathe a sigh of relief, and maybe save two more people.

This made Ming Yan feel good, but also a little inexplicably lost.

Ming Yan breathed softly, and then suddenly found that the raindrops above his head were gone.

It was a little loli with two ponytails holding a children's umbrella, standing on the bench and holding an umbrella for him.

"Uncle handsome, are you crying?" She tilted her head and looked at him.

Ming Yan said, "No, it's rain."

A car stopped on the side of the road, the child put the umbrella into Ming Yan's hand, and then jumped on the car.

"Goodbye uncle!"

"goodbye."

Two hours later, it was still raining.

Mingyan arrived at his destination, holding a children's umbrella and knocking on the iron door in front of him.

With a crunch, the dirty iron door was opened, and a human head stuck out.

With an explosive head, a beard, his entire face has been crowded, and a pair of small eyes is nowhere to be placed, just like a sheep that hasn't been sheared in ten years.

He is the person Xia Cheng recommended to Ming Yan, a professional who has done art design for more than 20 years.

Mingyan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Hello, is it Mr. Wrynn? I'm the head of Bluestar Studio. I want to talk to you about cooperation—"

Before he could finish speaking, the sheep-faced uncle slammed the door shut.

"?" Ming Yan knocked on the door again.

Then I heard a man and a woman shouting at each other.

Woman: "Varian, what kind of guest is outside the door! Why are you so rude!"

Man: "I don't know, I haven't heard of the studio."

"Maybe I've found a job for you! Please invite someone to come in and have a good talk!"

"No, no, absolutely unreliable! That's a perverted man in his twenties who still holds a little princess parasol with pink lace!"

Clearly: "…"