Chapter 28 The Old Men's Vigilance

"Xinjie?"

It was late at night, and in Tyranny's training room, only one computer was still emitting a dim light.

The door was pushed open gently, and Han Wenqing walked in with a slight frown.

He came to see Zhang Xinjie.

Tyranny didn't have a match today, but Zhang Xinjie said in the afternoon that he had something to do and then he disappeared.

He didn't even show up at mealtime.

Han Wenqing felt something was wrong, so he started searching room by room.

Until the training room.

Zhang Xinjie was sitting in front of the only turned-on computer. The light from the computer could barely illuminate his face, and his eyes were fixed on the screen in front of him.

"What happened?" There was no blame in Han Wenqing's tone.

He knew Zhang Xinjie very well. He was a man with strict self-discipline and his daily life was as precise as a clock.

For a person like this to miss mealtime, the only thing that could happen is something serious.

But even though he was mentally prepared, he was still stunned when he approached Zhang Xinjie.

The light was too dim and I couldn't see clearly from a distance. It was not until I got closer that I noticed Zhang Xinjie's miserable appearance.

That’s right, it’s embarrassing.

Sweat completely soaked his short hair and T-shirt, his teeth were lightly biting his lips, his glasses were slightly crooked, and there was a thin layer of mist on them.

It definitely affected his eyesight, but Zhang Xinjie was completely unaware of it.

Something big has happened. Han Wenqing's eyes became serious.

At this moment, Zhang Xinjie slowly turned his head and revealed a bitter smile that was uglier than crying.

"Wenqing," Zhang Xinjie called, not the familiar "Captain Han".

"I'm here." Han Wenqing nodded slightly without changing his expression.

Zhang Xinjie paused, as if thinking about how to organize his words: "If, I mean if."

"If one day, the Glory Professional League is discontinued, have you ever thought about what to do next?"

The Glory League is discontinued? Han Wenqing's pupils shrank slightly.

But he did not ask any further questions immediately. Instead, he thought about Zhang Xinjie's question very seriously.

After a long while, he slowly said, "I don't know."

"My original idea was to stay at Tyranny as a coach or team leader after retiring."

“But now that the league has stopped, these no longer exist.”

"I've made a lot of money over the years, maybe I'll find a place to open a beer hall or something."

As a native of QD, Han Wenqing felt a little frustrated because he hadn't touched beer in eight years of professional play.

"Yes, we have made enough money and have a way out." Zhang Xinjie sighed, "But the kids in the youth training camp and the relatively marginal players are not so lucky."

"Then we have to suspend the Glory League first." Han Wenqing frowned.

"So, what happened?"

Zhang Xinjie pointed at the computer screen.

Han Wenqing came forward to take a look, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "That Ye Qiu guy's live broadcast?"

Although it has been about a month since Ye Xiu returned to his real name, the habit he developed over the past decade still made Han Wenqing subconsciously call him Ye Qiu.

He rarely had a joke in his mind: "What, that guy retired and holds a grudge, and wants to drag the entire league down with him?"

But Zhang Xinjie shook his head: "It would be great if it was just him."

"No matter how strong Ye Xiu is, he is just an outstanding professional player."

“Take a look at this game.”

Games? Han Wenqing then turned his attention to the content of the live broadcast.

After just one look, he couldn't help frowning: "Children's educational game?"

There is no way. The style of Fall Guys is too confusing for someone like Han Wenqing who only plays MMORPGs.

Zhang Xinjie said slowly: "What if I say that this seemingly childish game is a better competitive game than Honor of Kings?" Han Wenqing's calmness and composure froze for the first time.

"……How can it be?"

Zhang Xinjie sighed: "Have you heard of F1 racing?"

"I've heard of a famous driver named Schumacher."

"F1 is a truly global event with a huge influence, far exceeding most of the relatively unpopular competitive sports events."

“Of course, it is also far beyond the current e-sports.”

Zhang Xinjie continued to shock people with his words: "However, such a well-known event has never been included in any major mainstream sporting event such as the Olympics or the Asian Games!"

"The reason is simple: in racing, it is the car that is being raced, and the car itself can determine the outcome of the race to a certain extent."

"This goes against the people-oriented nature of competitive sports!"

"And the same is true for the Glory Professional League."

Han Wenqing understood what Zhang Xinjie meant.

To put it bluntly, the Honor Professional League is a pay-to-win league.

As long as people can bring their own accounts and equipment, it will never be qualified to call itself e-sports.

Han Wenqing understood this, but he would not give in.

"Glory is not okay, but this child's play is okay?" He pointed coldly at the childish and joyful scene on the screen.

"Of course it's not possible to just play house, but it points us in a direction," Zhang Xinjie replied calmly.

"One, how to develop a long-term e-sports game."

"That's it?" Han Wenqing was a little angry.

“That’s it.” Zhang Xinjie opened the replay of Ye Xiu’s live broadcast and began to analyze it frame by frame.

"What Glory couldn't figure out, it figured out the rules of competitive games."

"To put it simply, the game is divided into rounds, and all possible influencing factors outside of the rounds are avoided."

"At the beginning of each game, everyone will be back on the same starting line."

Han Wenqing listened quietly, thought for a long time, and finally spoke.

"So, how do you tell the winners from the losers?"

"Honor." Zhang Xinjie said firmly.

"Every time Ye Xiu and his team win a game, their championship count will increase by one. For example, now he is a seven-time champion!" Zhang Xinjie smiled when he said this.

"When I go out and meet other people, I have 20 titles and you have 15, so I have the capital to be proud of myself."

"It's much more intuitive than those specious titles of 'experts' in the Glory online game!"

Han Wenqing was silent for a while.

"Finally, profit." Zhang Xinjie knew that Han Wenqing was not feeling well at this moment, but the analysis had to be done.

"If we can't sell the stats, then we can sell the appearance. We can also make a lot of profit by selling costumes that don't affect the game process."

"According to my statistics, Ye Xiu and his four companions alone spent more than a thousand yuan on skins in less than six hours of gaming time."

At this point, Zhang Xinjie couldn't help feeling a little depressed. He was like a wise strategist who knew that the building was about to collapse, but had no idea how to save it.

That’s right, Fall Guys cannot be considered a qualified competitive game. Its core gameplay relies more on luck, the atmosphere is relatively relaxed, and the upper limit of operations is relatively limited.

But the core gameplay can be changed at will.

What Pei Yunteng came up with was actually a set of paradigms that all competitive games should have.

The game is fair, no numbers are sold, and the players are divided into different levels (level points).

Any game company that can develop a fairly interesting core gameplay and then apply it to this set of rules can make an e-sports game that is far more qualified than Honor of Kings.

Whether it is fun or not and whether it attracts fans or not is not the point, but it is definitely more in line with the scope of e-sports.

By then, with wolves surrounding you, how much advantage can you really gain by clinging to your flaws?

Not to mention, behind the pack of wolves, there is the fierce dragon that has been sitting behind them, controlling this magnificent situation - Teng Hai.

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