The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 4 I still like your unruly look
Ignoring Xie Zhiyao's "resentful" gaze, Yang Muye immediately sent a friend request to Ma Qiushan after exiting the game.

I moved the mouse to the upper right corner of the webpage, just about to click the "X".

At this point, the friend request was accepted.

Immediately afterwards, the other party sent a private message.

"you are?"

Yang Muye deliberately waited two minutes before replying.

"I found you through a programming competition. Are you the creator of the idiom spelling app?"

Ma Qiushan, who had just finished looking at Yang Muye's homepage information, paused for a moment, then his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"It's me, what can I do for you?"

"Could I please offer some suggestions on the game?"

Ma Qiushan looked at the newly received message.

The fact that they even used the word "presumptuous" means it's definitely not something nice.

If it were when the app was first uploaded, given his personality, he would definitely have replied, "Since you know it's presumptuous, then don't say it."

However, the app has been online for almost a week now, and very few users have actually used it, which is a significant blow to Maqiushan, a startup that is just starting out.

When a user finally took the initiative to add him and provide feedback, his attitude naturally underwent a complete 180-degree change.

"All ears."

This time, it was Yang Muye, sitting in the internet cafe, who was surprised.

This shouldn't be like Machushan's personality.

Where did your rebellious spirit go?
Looking at the text that had already been typed in the input box, "I'm being rude, please bear with me," Yang Muye hesitated for a moment before deciding to delete it.

"This game takes too much time; it's affecting my postgraduate entrance exam."

puff!
In a rented room in Yanjing.

Ma Qiushan stared wide-eyed at the newly received message, with tea still dripping from his mouth.

He had previously considered many points that would draw criticism, but the angle of affecting his postgraduate entrance exam was so tricky that he really hadn't expected it.

The key question is, how should he respond?
After much deliberation, Ma Qiushan decided to tell the truth.

"I do not quite understand you."

"The game is too long and has too many levels. I originally wanted to relax after studying every day, but it ended up making me more tired than studying."

Ma Qiushan placed his fingers on the keyboard, pondered for a long time before replying:
"The game time for each level could be optimized, but if there are too few levels, the fun of competing with friends is gone, after all, this is a social game."

Yang Muye's reply carried a hint of disappointment and frustration:
"If you want fun and challenge, then go for the intensity! There are only two levels: the first is the beginner level, which you can pass with your eyes closed; the second is the gatekeeper level, which you can only pass by luck no matter how good you are."

Ma Qiushan's fingers hovered over the keyboard.

Have you heard what people say?

This is no longer a question of whether it's presumptuous or not.

How can you give someone feedback and then completely reject it, forcing them to start over?
The key point is that Ma Qiushan didn't think there was anything particularly outstanding about Yang Muyi's design of having two levels of difficulty.

His tone was incredibly arrogant, just like those "client dads" who helped Ma Qiushan with projects when he was a graduate student.

Here's the keyboard, you can use it to type the code.

Ma Qiushan had no interest in talking to someone like Yang Muye anymore.

It's only because he has a good temper that he decided to let things cool down for a while.

If it were someone else, they would just block them.

Just as I was about to close the in-site message dialog box, Yang Muye sent another message.

"Can you please make some changes? Just say something!"

Ma Qiushan was so angry he laughed.

"I can change it, but I refuse to."

I'm so mad at you!
When he pressed the Enter key, Ma Qiushan felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

Yang Muye replied to the message very quickly.

"I didn't originally intend for you to make changes. Do you take freelance work? 100,000 yuan to redo a game according to my requirements."

Ma Qiushan was visibly taken aback when he saw the message.

My first thought was that this kid was too cunning.

First, they belittle the game they made, then they convince themselves to work for it.

He cursed in his heart, but his typing speed was not slow at all.

"Okay, but you have to transfer 100,000 yuan to my account first."

If you really have 100,000 yuan.

"Send me your bank account number, and I'll transfer a 5000 yuan deposit to you first. After I receive the money, have a lawyer draft a contract, send the electronic version to my email, and I'll notify you to print and sign it once I've confirmed that everything is in order. Then just send the contract to me."

"No, are you serious?" Machu was stunned.

"Just tell me if you're going to do it or not. Once the money is in your account, there's no going back." After hesitating for a few seconds, Ma Qiushan had already made up his mind.

"Dry!"

You're a bastard who doesn't make money.

My rent is due next month, and I was hoping to participate in the campus programming competition and win a first, second, or third prize to make up for the shortfall.

Who would have thought that the app would be shut down after only one week of being uploaded?

Just when it seemed hopeless to win an award, I unexpectedly met a benefactor.

Ma Qiushan considers himself a cultured person and thinks calling his sugar daddy is too vulgar.

The person who is a benefactor is just right; neither flattering nor obsequious.

"Don't you even question whether I can come up with 100,000 yuan?"

"No doubt about it, I can sense a disdain for money in your words," Ma Qiushan typed back.

Yang Muye replied instantly.

"Old Ma, your sliding knee speed is too fast!"

Ma Qiushan's smile froze.

Although it was the first time I had heard the term "slide kneeling," the real meaning of the phrase was not hard to discern from the nickname "Old Ma."

Yang Muye then added another sentence.

"I still like your unruly look."

Upon seeing these words, Ma Qiushan realized that he had become attached to appearances.

Make money, don't be embarrassed.

Back when I was working on projects with my mentor, some clients were even more rude than this.

After calming himself down, Ma Qiushan typed a reply:

"Let's discuss the product you asked me to make in more detail."

In the internet cafe, Yang Muye was drinking a nutritional drink in front of the screen when he saw this message and only had one thought in his mind.

This topic change was so abrupt.

"Which games on the market have you played?" Yang Muye typed this message in the chat box and sent it.

Maqiushan replied quickly:
"I've played almost every game you can name."

"What about match-3?"

Ma Qiushan was taken aback when he saw the message from Yang Muye.

After regaining his senses, he immediately typed a reply:
"You mean Bejeweled?"

If he remembers correctly, this game should be the ancestor of match-3 games.

Shortly after the message was sent, Yang Muye replied with a long message.

The general idea is to have Machu Hill develop a match-3 game, requiring only the design of two levels.

The first level is kindergarten level; anyone can pass it.

The second hurdle jumps directly from kindergarten to postgraduate entrance exam, making the difficulty skyrocket.

In Yang Muye's own words, "There are no skills involved; passing the test is purely a matter of luck."

If 100,000 people play, it's enough if just one person can complete the game.

After reading it, Ma Qiushan silently repeated "He is my benefactor" three times in his heart, but he still couldn't suppress the urge to complain.

With game levels set up to be this difficult, are you sure you're not trying to discourage users?

Yang Muyi quickly sent another long message, outlining his specific requirements for the development of this game.

It completely copied the design and gameplay of the once-popular mini-game "Sheep" from its previous life, only changing the name.

It's called "Awesome".

Putting aside the novel match-3 gameplay that caught everyone's eye, the name alone made Ma Qiushan ponder for a long time.

I have to admit, I'm really bad at naming things.

Looking at the name Yang Muyi chose, it immediately sparks users' curiosity and desire to click.

I have no idea how he came up with that.

Finally, Ma Qiushan couldn't help but ask:
Is there any explanation for this name?

Yang Muye replied decisively with two words.

"No."

Having been rebuffed, Ma Qiushan chuckled at the computer screen and tactfully replied with a more concise answer.

"Okay!"

(End of this chapter)