Who Was the Real Great God?
Ding Sheng had never wanted things to get too tense between roommates, so he had been ready to step in and smooth things over.
But when he saw the unfamiliar game on the screen, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Is this for real? Let me try it."
Without another word, he quickly opened the game and started playing.
For guys, "just a little while" when they were playing games meant exactly the same thing as "just a little while" when girls were putting on makeup and making their boyfriends wait.
Seeing Ding Sheng get hooked, his friend Wang Yu grew anxious and hurriedly reminded him, "Are you stupid? Send me the game, and we can each play on our own computers."
If Wang Yu had asked Ding Sheng to give up the computer, Ding Sheng might have stalled a little longer. But the reminder made him realize he could just send the game over and play it himself.
Still, he knew better than to take liberties, so he looked at Wang Yue expectantly and asked, "Wang Yue, is it okay if we share it?"
Wang Yue nodded and said seriously, "Only the two of you. If anyone else wants it, give them the paid version. What do you think? Could we make money by starting a company with this?"
As Ding Sheng transferred the game, he eagerly nodded. "Absolutely. But did you really make this game? It looks like a lot of work."
Of course, Wang Yue hadn't made it. He had only provided a framework; the artificial intelligence had taken care of everything else.
But he didn't want to reveal the artificial intelligence, so he answered casually, "Yeah. I spent several years on it and only finished before the college entrance exams."
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