Lin Shenzhi didn't turn on the light, he sat on the sofa gradually shrouded in darkness with his eyes closed, as if he would disappear into the darkness at any time.

At night, when it was time to get off work, Wei Ran was a little dizzy when he got up from the computer.

He took the cold breakfast on the table and ate it whole, and after moving his body again, he returned to Fangzheng's house.

Before going to bed, Wei Ran sent a message to Lin Shenzhi, "The day after tomorrow, I'll be free in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

The other side replied quickly, "Okay."

Wei Ran put down the phone and closed his eyes to sleep.

He had not closed his eyes last night, both physically and mentally, he had already reached the limit. As soon as his eyes were closed, he fell asleep quickly.

A night without dreams.

The next day, at six o'clock, Wei Ran was naturally awake, and he went downstairs to the studio after having breakfast.

When Fangzheng arrived, he was already busy in front of the computer again.

Fang Zheng said a few words, Wei Ran's attention was on the computer.

Fangzheng was helpless, so he could only focus on his work first. At the beginning of research and development, he had to keep an eye on many things to prevent mistakes.

During lunch, at the dinner table, Wei Ran asked, "Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

When asked, Fang Zheng was stunned, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Can you accompany me to Lin Shen's house?"

Fang Zheng was surprised, "Yes, yes, what are you doing there?"

"Yeah." Wei Ran responded vaguely and stopped talking.

Fang Zheng had countless questions in his heart, but there were many people watching them, Fang Zheng could only swallow all the words.

Their studio packs a meal for lunch, and everyone eats together.

In the afternoon, Fang Zheng received the finished drawing sent by the painter he had contacted earlier.

They only had three appointments at the beginning, and the quality of the three pictures is quite high, both in terms of style and color matching.

After getting the finished picture, they immediately put the picture on the official website, the picture was hung in the background, and then went back to the homepage of the official website to see, the effect was much better than they expected.

It's not just Wei Ran and Fang Zheng who think so, but other people in the studio also think so, they have indeed found a treasure painter.

Fang Zheng had discussed with Wei Ran about the painter's choice. After getting the finished picture, he was sure that the picture was fine. Fang Zheng immediately asked the painter to discuss long-term cooperation with him.

The background of Weiran's game is in a primeval forest on an island, and it needs quite a few pictures. If you want to pack them all, it can be said to be a rather large project.

In addition to pictures, there are also game character designs.

Wei Ran's game is an open-ended game. In addition to the island forest itself, there are more than 100 kinds of "characters" that can be selected by the player, each of which requires corresponding design and modeling, which is even more a huge project. .

But about this, they have also discussed.

They decided not to open all of them in the early stage, and only selected 20 characters to open them. After the game was officially launched, they would gradually open up the other "characters".

It was already night when Fangzheng and the painter had communicated and discussed the contract. He looked at Wei Ran in exhaustion, and found that when Wei Ran was still concentrating on his computer, he had the illusion that he was too old to work hard.

Fang Zheng reminded him a few words and went home.

The next day, when Fangzheng came back to the studio, as soon as he opened the door and saw Wei Ran who was busy, he knew that Wei Ran didn't go back last night.

Fang Zheng stepped forward and snatched the mouse from Wei Ran's hand.

Suddenly the mouse was snatched away, and Wei Ran looked up at Fang Zheng in confusion.

Fang Zheng frowned and looked at Wei Ran from top to bottom, "What are you doing crazy?"

Wei Ran, who stayed up for another night, had pale skin, red blood in both eyes, and looked haggard.

He had never seen Wei Ran like this.

Wei Ran was dumbfounded, "I just forgot, you know, I've been planning this game for several years."

Wei Ran turned his head to look at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, and found that it was the next morning, Wei Ran rubbed his face, "Then I'll go to sleep for a while, and I have to go to Lin Shen's house later."

Fangzheng said nothing.

Wei Ran laughed, "I really just forgot."

Fangzheng put down the mouse.

Wei Ran smiled, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and returned to the conference room to lie down on the sofa.

Before going to bed, he set an alarm clock for exactly one o'clock in the afternoon.

He slept all night, and after lying down, he fell asleep almost immediately.

Asleep, he frowned.

Wei Ran's frowning appearance when he fell asleep, coupled with his yellow and tired face, made Fang Zheng's brows wrinkle, and he couldn't understand what happened to Wei Ran and Lin Shenzhi.

During lunch, Fang Zheng didn't wake Wei Ran, and left him a meal alone.

At one o'clock, Wei Ran woke up from the sofa when the alarm clock rang.

When he woke up, Wei Ran washed his face, finished the meal that Fang Zheng had left for him, and packed up his things to go.

Fang Zheng saw it, so he had to turn off the computer, took the phone and the keys and went downstairs together.

When going downstairs, Wei Ran stopped when he passed the glass window on the ground floor.

"I'll go back and change my clothes." Wei Ran said.

Fang Zheng nodded.

Wei Ran didn't go home last night, and his clothes were wrinkled and wrinkled, and he really should change.

Wei Ran entered the next building, and a few minutes later, he came down in a brand-new suit. The clothes were bought by the way when he went to buy a mobile phone the day before yesterday, and he didn't bring anything with him when he left from Lin Shen's house.

"Let's go." Wei Ran took the lead and walked towards Fang Zheng's car.

Fang Zheng grabbed him, "No bids were removed."

"what?"

"There are still trademarks on the clothes." Fang Zheng reminded.

Wei Ran's face was the same, but the whole person was obviously absent-minded.