Professor Xie, isn't this a case of forcing customers to buy products that don't match the

Shang Song's words instantly attracted everyone's attention, including Shen Yan, who had been keeping his head down in the corner.

Shang Song walked straight to the front, connected his laptop, and projected the materials he had prepared onto the big screen.

A rough yet imaginative black hole tears apart and devours a star, accompanied by a surging torrent of golden and red special effects.

All eyes were drawn to it.

This is a creative visual effect that is both violently beautiful and impactful.

Despite its roughness and simplicity, it's clear that once refined, this is a phenomenal special effect that can rival, or even surpass, "Swallowed Star Ruins"!

"Ken's plan involves making extreme modifications to the existing framework, but as Ken himself analyzed, the time and technical risks are too high, and it cannot escape the shadow of 'Phantom Blade's' preemptive strike."

"So, instead of 'Swallowing the Star Ruins,' let's create one that can devour all 'black holes'!"

He switched pages, displaying simple but clearly intended storyboard sketches and an outline of the core ideas.

"This is a concept from my student days. It simulates a black hole tearing through matter and causing a high-energy jet. We adjusted the BOSS's ultimate skill so that it no longer devours and regenerates, but instead generates an unstable gravitational singularity directly in the center of the battlefield."

"More importantly, this idea belongs entirely to me personally. It has never been made public before, so there is absolutely no risk of leakage."

The meeting room was silent for a moment, then Ken suddenly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the concept diagrams and listed technical points on the screen.

"The visual effect of spatial collapse in the first stage can be extreme based on my previous distortion field algorithm, but the fluid simulation of the jets and the gravitational lensing of the solid rendering..." Ken muttered to himself, then looked at Shang Song with shining eyes: "Are the underlying algorithms and simulation frameworks for your work still there?"

"There's a backup, it's rough, but the core logic is complete, so it can serve as a starting point," Shang Song replied immediately, but then voiced his biggest concern: "However, this solution puts devastating pressure on performance, with so many complex physics simulations and particle effects running at full speed simultaneously..."

"Engine adaptation and performance optimization."

A clear, cold voice rang out, and everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Shen Yan had somehow fully raised his head, his face still pale, his lips tightly pressed together, and his hand on the table even trembling slightly. But he avoided the complex gazes, some scrutinizing, some suspicious, and looked directly at the screen in front of him as he continued speaking:

"I have dealt with similar extreme cases before, where a large number of high-fidelity particles and complex physics simulations run simultaneously in an open scene. If we use parallel computing combined with dynamic hierarchy and view frustum pruning, we may be able to reduce the peak load to a level that current mid-to-high-end hardware can handle, ensuring that the frame rate of mainstream devices remains stable during skill release."

His words were highly technical, directly addressing the crux of whether the plan could be implemented.

The gazes of the crowd toward Shen Yan became even more complicated.

Since the leak incident broke out, he, a newcomer with a sensitive background, has been the subject of the most suspicion.

The project manager's gaze swept back and forth across the faces of Shang Song, Ken, and Shen Yan. Finally, his chest heaved violently, and he slammed his fist on the table, delivering the final blow:

"Let's do it!"

His voice was hoarse, but filled with a do-or-die determination: "We'll go with Shang Song's plan! Ken, Shang Song, the core effects and algorithm implementation are yours! Shen Yan, you're in charge of the performance optimization plan; just ask for any resources you need! The programming team, the art team, and the resource team—all of you, follow their lead! I don't care what methods you use; even if you don't eat or sleep, I want to see a working effect before the public beta next Thursday!"

"Meeting adjourned! Get moving!"

The specific details of the subsequent work are scattered throughout the ever-lit office, the mountains of takeout boxes and empty coffee cups, and the incessant clatter of keyboards...

Ken and Shang Song had a huge argument but then hit it off immediately; Shen Yan was buried in charts and code; the art and programming teams were driven to work non-stop...

No matter how late Shang Song worked overtime, even until two or three in the morning, his black SUV was always quietly waiting there when he came down from the building.

There was always warm honey water, light late-night snacks, and Xie Jing's reassuringly gentle gaze in the car.

The car would drive smoothly back to Genting Highlands, and Xie Jing would always tell him to take a hot shower and get some rest.

The next day, breakfast would be prepared, and then Shang Song would be sent to work.

On the bus, Shang Song would use the last bit of time to sketch out the finer details in his notebook.

When the car stopped in front of the Qingguo Company building, Shang Song would snap out of his thoughts, look at Xie Jing, lean over, kiss Xie Jing on the cheek, and say with slightly flushed ears, "Then I'm going to work!"

Then he grabbed his backpack, hurriedly got off the bus, and ran towards the building.

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday.

This happens every day.

This day was Thursday, the day of the public beta test.

Shang Song woke up before dawn.

Or rather, he barely slept a wink all night, his mind filled with special effects, parameters, and code.

He had no appetite for breakfast, and after getting on the bus, he carried his laptop the whole time, constantly swiping his fingers on the touchpad, checking the final version of the file over and over again, and muttering to himself as he verified it.

He barely spoke to Xie Jing, completely absorbed in his own world.

The car was parked in the usual spot.

"We've arrived," Xie Jing reminded him.

"Oh, okay!" Shang Song snapped out of his daze, abruptly slammed his laptop shut, grabbed his backpack in a fluster, his mind filled with thoughts of "server status" and "emergency plans," and pushed open the car door to get out.

Just as he was about to crawl out, Xie Jing suddenly reached out and gently pressed his hand down.

Shang Song turned around blankly and met Xie Jing's deep and calm eyes.

Xie Jing looked at him, his face still expressionless, but his voice seemed slower than usual as he reminded him:

"You forgot."

Forgot? Forgot what? Shang Song's mind went blank, and he didn't react for a moment. He subconsciously asked, "Huh? Forgot what?"

Xie Jing withdrew his hand, his slender, bamboo-like, and jade-like fingertips lightly touching his cheek.

His gaze remained calm, focused, and patient as he waited.

A few seconds later, Shang Song, realizing what was happening, suddenly widened his eyes.

This block of wood... is actively seeking a kiss?!

Shang Song's face turned completely red instantly.

He hurriedly put the notebook and backpack he was holding back on his seat, then took a deep breath and squeezed closer.

This "make-up" kiss felt more clumsy and forceful than ever before.

Shang Song planted a heavy kiss on Xie Jing's slightly cool cheek, making a clear "smack".

Then, he hurriedly grabbed his laptop and backpack, stammering, "I...I...I'm going to work. See you tonight!"

He got out of the car using both his hands and feet, and ran towards the company building without looking back.