Rewrite the Technological Landscape

The dark night, the deep courtyard, the old trees, the eyes, are full of spirituality. Fortunately, Meng Qian is a relatively firm materialist, which makes him calm. When he looks closely, the outline of a human being becomes clearer and clearer. A little scrambling and crawling out from under the old tree, with the help of the faint moonlight, Meng Qian finally saw the opponent's appearance clearly.

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

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

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

Kang Heng curled his lips, as if he was looking for an explanation that would save him some face, and finally said bluntly, "I was afraid that I would not be able to get in after I went out, so I climbed up the tree while they were not paying attention."

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

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

"Why do you have to climb a tree to find me? Are you in such a hurry?"

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

"These words sound so familiar." Meng Qian looked at Kang Heng's legs and didn't immediately respond to his words, "Are your legs 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 old tree. He had been sitting there so quietly before, and it was normal that he didn't see it in the dark. "Then why don't you come down from the tree to find me?"

"I'm afraid of being found out."

"Then if you don't see me all the time, you won't come down?"

Kang Heng also seemed a little puzzled and said, "I have been staring at the door, and I don't know why I didn't see you before."

"Come and talk about it." Meng Qian was not obsessed with this question, and helped Kang Heng to sit down in the corridor not far away, "If you want to play games, you can play, I won't stop you, just tell me what?"

"I heard that Dafeng Entertainment, that is, you have bought several teams, right?" Kang Heng knows these things very well. At this moment in 2001, there were only a handful of domestic professional teams, and they were not well-known. They belonged to a very small team. The public and even the marginal existence.

"so what?"

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

Kang Heng's answer is consistent with Meng Qian's guess a few minutes ago. Kang Heng didn't want to wait for a day, and would rather sneak up on the tree. Meng Qian also saw it, "We are recruiting team members, but we There are our assessment requirements."

"My skills are definitely fine!" Kang Heng looked confident.

"We want to recruit students with good academic performance."

Kang Heng was suddenly stunned, and his originally pure and firm eyes became a little more confused, "You mean...the academic performance in school?"

Meng Qian smiled slightly, "Yes."

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

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

"Yeah!" Kang Heng nodded very positively.

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

Kang Heng frowned, then nodded.

"So you think about it, now the whole society labels gamers as uneducated, poor students, bad kids, etc. Now you give up studying to play games, even if one day you play games well, others It will also be said that if you are a bastard who doesn't study, games will continue to be looked down upon.

But if you think about it again, when you win the game competition one day, when you stand on the podium and others say you don’t want to study, you play games, you take out an admission notice from Tsinghua University Did the book hit them in the face? "

Kang Heng was stunned for a moment, then he was silently thinking about the picture Meng Qian had painted seriously, and suddenly he said excitedly, "Happy!"

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

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

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

Because when Kang Heng said that I want to play games in the second grade, 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 will really hope to justify the name of the game and hope that the society can change their views on games.

Only such people will feel the picture drawn by Meng Qian. If they just want to play games or escape from reality, they will not have much feeling for the picture drawn by themselves.

For more people, playing games well requires me to study hard? be sick.

"Come to my company to report first this weekend."

"Oh yeah!" Kang Heng jumped up excitedly again, and it was obvious that his injured right leg turned again, but he didn't care, expressing his happiness wantonly.

"Have you eaten yet?" Meng Qian asked with a smile after Kang Heng laughed for a while.

"without"

"Go, let's take you to dinner."

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

"go Go."

Seeing Kang Heng limping, looking very interesting, Shen Jiawen, who had been sitting on the sidelines without speaking, was also affected by Kang Heng's emotions, and unconsciously laughed, "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 grade of junior high school this year. Learning is not for studying to death, but learning can really help children build basic logical thinking skills and culture. In essence, if you leave education at the basic education stage, there will be many disadvantages for Kang Heng's life.

Those who clamor about the use of learning mathematics, why sell vegetables, may not realize how much mathematics has played in their lives in this life.

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, which is unfair to himself and his parents. People enjoy various rights in the world, but many people forget that they have to fulfill their obligations while enjoying their rights.

I don't agree with the excessive praise for chasing dreams. People can sacrifice their rights to pursue their dreams, but they can't sacrifice their responsibilities to pursue their dreams. No matter how big the dream is, it must be down-to-earth. "

Shen Jiawen quietly looked at Meng Qian's side face. For some reason, she liked to hear Meng Qian share some of his outlook on life, "Why didn't you tell Kang Heng these truths just now?"

Meng Qian turned his head and smiled at Shen Jiawen, "Kang Heng is at the age of rebellion, he can listen to hell. Besides, what I told him was sincere. I do have performance requirements for my team, not necessarily high grades. How good it is, but at least not too bad, and, they can have no diploma, but they can't be uneducated."

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 would start a company." Meng Qian responded as it should.

Then Shen Jiawen's expression turned slightly melancholy, "Then do you have a life?"

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

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

For a moment, the two looked at each other, as quiet as an oil painting.