Chapter 729: Chapter 411 Things We Couldn’t Do (Part 2)_2 Chapter 729: Chapter 411 Things We Couldn’t Do (Part 2)_2 “No, I was just…”
“Forget it, I know you’re not good with words, still working on a ga, right?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm.”
After the question, the head of political education fell silent again.
In the awkward silence, Huang Ping couldn’t help but ask, “Director, what did you call here for?”
“…Your wedding, how are you planning to do it?”
“Well, she doesn’t like having a wedding, so we’re planning to travel. We’re planning to go to Phuket for a while.”
“That works, I don’t like weddings either.”
Then, silence again.
The two sat stiffly, looking at each other, silently ticking off seconds after seconds.
Finally, the sound of water from the kitchen stopped, and just when Huang Ping thought his girlfriend would co over to break the ice, the sound of the TV started in the living room, indicating the other two had started watching TV.
The reinforcents couldn’t co.
Just when Huang Ping felt he might be trapped in this place for the rest of his life, he heard the political education director ask, “Lately, what ga are you making?”
“The Legendary Adventure of Tianhua, it’s not very violent. It’s quite an interesting ga.”
“Hmm.”
That was it, out of words again.
Huang Ping could only awkwardly sip water, but one can’t drink water indefinitely. The last few sips were mostly just touches with his tongue, pretending to drink to hide his awkwardness.
Just as he was about to lose his composure, the door finally opened.
His girlfriend’s mother appeared at the study door with a fruit platter and said with a smile to the two n, “Have so fruit.”
Huang Ping sighed in relief and quickly stood up, saying, “Thank you, Auntie.”
After placing the fruit platter, his girlfriend’s mother looked at the study with the screen off and asked in confusion, “Huh, you haven’t asked yet?”
“Asked what?” Huang Ping replied, puzzled.
“The ga. Your uncle recently bought a ga from your studio and wanted to see what exactly you guys are up to. But once he started playing, he couldn’t stop, staring at the screen and muttering to himself after work every day. However, he’s stuck at one part and can’t seem to get past it. I told him to look it up on Baidu, but he said he couldn’t find anything. Eventually, he said it’s better to have Huang Ping co over and take a look.”
“Why the loose lips!” the director of political education grumbled discontentedly.
“Loose lips are better than no lips at all.”
Rolling her eyes at the director of political education, the girlfriend’s mother left the study and continued watching TV with her daughter.
After a silence, the head of political education turned on the computer screen, revealing Fang Cheng Studio’s latest creation, “The Legendary Adventure of Tianhua.”
Pointing at the screen, the director said, “Here, I can’t get through.”
ntioning his own ga, Huang Ping’s confidence returned.
He leaned forward, looking at the screen and said, “This part, it’s where the protagonist is escaping from fifteen mbers of the Cannibal Tribe. There are quite a few ways to get through here; let check your items. Hmm, you have a flashlight, that should do.”
Picking up the microphone, Huang Ping said, “I’m thinking, stepping on the beam of light should let you get across, right?”
After turning on the flashlight, a straight path of light connected the two cliffs, allowing the protagonist to quickly cross this beam of light and run to the other side.
The head of political education lifted his glasses, suddenly enlightened, “So that’s how it is. If you don’t have a flashlight, what else can you do?”
“You can lasso the other side and pull the opposite cliff closer. But in doing so, the Cannibal Tribe will also co across, and you’ll have to run again.”
“This segnt is quite interesting; I’ve seen sothing like this in an animation before. What else?”
“You can use the leaves and paint over there to change into won’s clothing, and then you’ll be invited into their tribe, followed by so special storylines,”
“This doesn’t seem quite right. There shouldn’t be many players doing this, right?”
“We’ve kept track, and actually quite a lot of people do this. According to the ga, the protagonist looks stunning in drag, so many players want to experience that astonishing feel.”
The dean of discipline watched the screen with a puzzled look, finding the thoughts of young people nowadays quite hard to understand.
But every era had its own characteristics, and he could resist in his own little ways, though he knew his resistance was futile.
Like with this ga, his profession and his education made him avoid such gas, but after trying once, he found it hard to dislike it.
The two played the ga together in front of the computer, discussing its settings before continuing to play.
With Huang Ping’s help, the dean of discipline smoothly cleared the ga and, as he watched the ending, his eyes reddened; he couldn’t help but lift his hand several tis to wipe the corners of his eyes.
The ga was full of joy, but so parts still felt like a hidden knife.
For instance, although the ga’s protagonist went through many incredible adventures and even obtained a tycoon’s fortune at a little over twenty, receiving a large sum of money.
This wealth not only made him rich as a nation, but also granted him unprecedented prestige. He married his companion, but on the day of the wedding, he received the devastating news that his parents had passed away.
After that, he used the money to embark on even crazier adventures, and his children, who inherited their love of adventure from their parents, made remarkable accomplishnts in the field of exploration.
But as he aged, he chose to return to Huaxia once and donated most of his money before heading back to Britain.
In his later years, he discovered that his close friends had passed away one by one, and in an attempt to morialize them and not to forget, he started writing his autobiography and biographies of his companions; but Alzheir’s disease snared him, causing him to begin forgetting.
He had escaped most dangers, and with his companions, had turned countless perilous monts into safety, earning fa and fortune.
But in his old age, he still encountered an opponent he could not defeat, the Disease Demon.
He began to forget, to fantasize. He had already written a draft of his manuscript; however, during one of his bouts of illness, he imagined he was still in the cold arctic tundra, threw his manuscript like bark into the furnace.
From then on, his story was forgotten by the world.
Huang Ping, too, felt lancholic at this ending.
This wasn’t his first ti seeing the ending, but it saddened him every ti.
The downfall of a hero always cuts deep.
Especially discovering that one’s divine power is no more, that everything one owned is irretrievably fading away—the sense of powerlessness is the most tornting.
After watching the ending animation quietly, Huang Ping felt a hand on his shoulder, and the dean of discipline asked seriously, “Is there no other ending?”
“No,” Huang Ping said with a wry smile, “The ga has only one ending, and this is it. The boss said it’s based on a real person and that it’s ant to restore history.”
“I see.”
Now that they shared the camaraderie of having beaten the sa ga, Huang Ping no longer felt the fear he once had of the dean of discipline but even felt a sense of having brought him down to his own level.
Looking at the dean of discipline, he curiously asked, “Uncle, what suddenly made you decide to play this ga?”
The dean of discipline lifted his glasses, and a sharp look briefly crossed his eyes, making Huang Ping shiver again.
Fortunately, the man didn’t give him a hard ti but said, “I have a student, quite a troubleso one.”
The dean of discipline rarely speaks harshly about his students, but now using the word “troubleso,” it probably ant the student was indeed very difficult.
“Yet, one day, out of the blue, he ca to school. He apologized to every student he had bullied before, and then started studying diligently. At first no one believed he could change, but his recent grades have indeed improved, which seems a bit incredible.”
“I chatted with him, and then found out that he had played this ga, and it enlightened him,”
Fearing Huang Ping wouldn’t believe it, the dean of discipline added, “If you had seen the look in his eyes, you would know he wasn’t lying. It was the look of soone who realized they were sunk in mire and then had an epiphany, the desire to save themselves. Such a look is rare, but once it appears, it ans the person has truly awakened and decided to save themselves.”
At that, the dean of discipline gave a wry smile and took off his glasses to clean them.
Putting his glasses back on, he said with a bitter smile, “What we failed to do, the ga has done.”
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