GDYARVE # Chapter 56 Returning Home in Glory!
# Chapter 56 Returning Home in Glory!
Some things go unnoticed if not mentioned, but now that it was brought up, everyone realized how detailed the game design was.
First Game News was the first to publish an article specifically about this.
Just as the sense of impact in action games is crucial for players, the judgment calibration in rhythm games is also indispensable.
‘Here we go again, another article about the Old Thief. Still claiming not to have a secret crush!’
‘First Game News before: covering all game-related content. First Game News now: the Old Thief's exclusive media, only publishing things related to him.’
‘Post more, I love reading it.’
‘Shen Keke, just give it up. It's never going to happen in this lifetime.’
‘I use all my effort to clear levels just to get the Old Thief to notice me. How could I possibly let him go to you!’
‘First time competing with a woman over a man, tears streaming.’
...
“Look, it’s all about you now.” Song Shan grinned as he handed his phone to Ye Feng.
“I don’t believe she doesn’t have other motives,” Song Shan shook his head. The company had gone on holiday, and now the two were preparing to go home.
“It’s just an acquaintance.” Ye Feng shook his head.
He had little impression of this person he had only met once, remembering only short hair and fair skin.
Besides that, he couldn’t remember much.
“You’re a successful man now. You should pay attention to the girls around you,” Song Shan nudged Ye Feng with his elbow.
“I’ll think about it later. I really don’t feel anything for her,” Ye Feng said as they closed the studio’s door.
The employees had all gone home, and inside the transparent glass door were only rows of darkened computers.
Ye Feng and Song Shan stood at the door, taking one last look at the studio.
After the New Year, they would move out. Having earned some money, naturally, they would upgrade to a larger, better workspace, buy better equipment, and provide better work environments and benefits for the employees.
“I’m a bit reluctant to leave this place.”
“Who isn’t?” After moving out from the student dorms, they developed here.
Ye Feng smiled and patted Song Shan on the shoulder. “Let's go. Happy New Year. See you after the holiday!”
“Yeah!”
...
Ye Feng’s home was in a small southern county. This was his first time returning home since graduation.
He couldn't help but smile; maybe this was what they called returning home in glory? This time, going home felt entirely different from before.
Driving into the county area, a familiar feeling surged in his heart.
He grew up here, but after starting university, he had only returned home a few times in four years.
Navigating through the crowded streets, he drove into the neighborhood, parked, and went upstairs.
In the living room, the family of three sat together, with Ye Feng obediently sitting across from his parents.
After a long while, Ye Feng’s father finally broke the silence. “You really made money?”
“Yeah!” Ye Feng nodded with a smile.
Seeing his parents again, despite being in different times, felt particularly close.
In his past life, he made money from making games, but his parents never got to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
“Wow, you can make money from games...” His father fiddled with his phone, his voice full of emotion.
...
Ye Feng earnestly answered his parents' questions and concerns. In the end, they could only shake their heads regretfully, saying, “We still don’t get it.”
They tried their best to understand but couldn’t grasp the world their son described.
“Times are changing too fast,” Ye Feng’s father sighed.
“When I was young, your grandpa took me hunting in the mountains. Our greatest joy was bringing home a wild rabbit to roast.”
“Later, hunting was banned, and the fun gradually disappeared.” The light in his eyes dimmed, and he didn’t say more, as the rest of the story was about his struggle for survival.
Ye Feng was startled when he heard the word hunting. In his past life, he often heard his father mention it in his childhood, but later, his father might have forgotten or thought it meaningless to bring up.
“Dad, do you still want to hunt?” Ye Feng’s eyes sparkled because he suddenly thought of a game.
“Even if you have money now, you can’t break the law! Hunting is strictly prohibited!” His father’s eyes widened.
“Hunting is illegal, but we can play a game where we hunt,” Ye Feng quickly explained.
“In the game, you can hunt anything—black bears, tigers, rabbits, lynxes. As long as your weapon is good, you can even take down moose... and there can be a trophy room to display your prizes.”
“You can hunt in a game?” His father was clearly intrigued but quickly shook his head.
“What’s the fun in hunting in a game?” His father waved his hand dismissively. “You can’t feel the real experience staring at a screen.”
“You were born in the wrong era. If we were in the old days, I’d take you to the mountains for a whole day and night!” His father rubbed his hands, eyes full of nostalgia as he looked out the window.
Ye Feng smiled without objection. “You’ll feel it.”
“I don’t understand making games,” his father waved his hand dismissively. “But I know hunting, and you don’t.”
“Give me some time. You’ll see,” Ye Feng said, standing up. “If you ask me how I know, I’ll just say I learned from playing computer games.”
“You little rascal!”
“We haven’t seen you in so long. It’s still early. Do you want to go for a walk?” His father pointed to the door.
Ye Feng nodded in agreement, wanting to take a stroll.
As soon as they got downstairs, his father saw Ye Feng’s car.
“Is this yours?”
“Yeah...”
“You made a bit of money?”
“Yeah...”
“This is what you call a bit of money?” His father patted the car. This car must have cost at least fifty thousand, right?
“It’s just a means of transport,” Ye Feng quickly explained. “And haven’t I been sending money to your account all this time?”
“Oh my, this is just a means of transport!” His father clutched his chest, suddenly curious about how much money his son had made.
“You said you were sending money, but we haven’t touched that account. We’re saving it for your wedding!” His father slapped his shoulder, giving him a stern look.
“Xiao Feng, how much have you made from making games?” His mother asked after a moment of silence, unable to hold back.
The neighbor’s kid had a starting salary of just a few thousand. They thought Ye Feng might be earning tens of thousands.
But now it seemed far from simple.
“Making games earns a lot but also spends a lot. The usable amount is just a few million.”
Sorry for the late update today. I’ll start posting multiple updates daily after celebrating my mom’s birthday tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)