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Chapter 850: 805

Chu Kuang kept contributing to the educational efforts on Blue Star.

It wasn’t Lin Yuan’s original intent, but he didn’t resist it.

The works he produced were excellent enough and could be considered a “blessing” for the students.

Inside the studio.

Lin Yuan thought to himself.

Following the publication of seven short stories that shocked the continents, Silver Blue responded quickly, with someone calling soon to express the desire to publish a collection of all of Chu Kuang’s short stories.

To this, Lin Yuan naturally had no objections.

The volume of his short stories was already sufficient for a collected publication, titled “Chu Kuang’s Short Stories Collection.”

“You are on the track to becoming the nightmare of countless students.”

After the Literature and Art Association officially endorsed those seven short stories by Chu Kuang, Jin Mu teased.

Lin Yuan said, “That’s Chu Kuang.”

Jin Mu was stunned for a moment before bursting out laughing loudly.

In the following days, Chu Kuang’s seven short stories continued to be discussed by various parties.

The publication of “Chu Kuang’s Short Stories Collection” by Silver Blue capitalized on the momentum, making a good amount of sales.

It was mainly parents who bought them for their children.

The reason for purchase was, “It wouldn’t hurt to read Chu Kuang’s books now, you never know if it might be on the exam…”

The kids were against this, but unfortunately, their opposition was ineffective.

It’s like the “Three-Year College Entrance Exam, Five-Year Simulation”, you might not like it, but you still have to buy it.

Of course, Chu Kuang’s works hadn’t reached that point yet.

Moreover, these short stories were educational and entertaining, and overall, they still possessed strong readability.

It’s worth mentioning that…

Some companies within the industry also showed strong interest in several short stories like “Monopoly,” seemingly intending to adapt them into movies. Lin Yuan left these matters to Jin Mu to handle. He himself didn’t resist, the only standard being that the quality of the filmed works must have a basic guarantee.

This rule was well-known within the industry.

Previously, a major company had bought the film and television rights to Chu Kuang’s “Ghost Blows Out the Light,” but the production was perfunctory, choosing stars with popularity but no acting skills, leading to the work flopping badly in terms of reputation. Since then, the company had been blacklisted by Chu Kuang, never obtaining the film and television adaptation rights to any of Chu Kuang’s works again, no matter the amount of money offered.

Since then,

Any film and television company took the film and television rights to Chu Kuang’s works very seriously, daring not to treat them perfunctorily once obtained, as many of Chu Kuang’s works were extremely popular when adapted into dramas or films, and no one wanted to completely lose the opportunity to collaborate with Chu Kuang.

The old rascal, indeed.

The public image of Chu Kuang had long been linked directly to descriptors like “aloof,” “strict,” “domineering,” and “arrogant.”

Even the imagined image of Chu Kuang by the public was predominantly wild, cool, and awe-inspiring.

This was by comparison.

Xian Yu in the north, Chu Kuang in the south, just reverse the image of Xian Yu to get it right.

As gentle and refined as Xian Yu is; the old rascal is that domineering and aloof.

That said, Lin Yuan was also consciously differentiating Xian Yu, Chu Kuang, and even Shadow, aligning with the fantasies of netizens to refine their characters.

The identity closest to his true self was still Xian Yu.

Only this identity was completely public, as he needed to interact with different people under this persona.

…

Several days later.

The buzz about Chu Kuang’s seven short stories gradually cooled down.

That day.

Lin Yuan arrived at the company.

While others were working, he expertly started a game.

Since the release of “Plants vs. Zombies,” Lin Yuan’s interest in gaming had increased significantly.

He played all types of games.

Sometimes tower defense games, sometimes online games, but today, the game he was playing was a shooting game.

“Bang bang bang…”

Following a gunshot, the player with the ID “Chu Kuang10086” was headshot.

“Old rascal, time to die!”

The opponent taunted Lin Yuan in the public chat, causing his face to flush with anger.

Angry in more ways than one.

“Chu Kuang10086” was Lin Yuan.

He originally used the name “Chu Kuang,” but it was already taken.

Lin Yuan tried naming himself “Chu Kuang1”, “Chu Kuang02”, and similar variants, but they were all occupied, even “The real Chu Kuang” had been claimed by another player.

No choice.

He could only settle for “Chu Kuang10086.”

This name, at last, passed the System’s verification smoothly.

Unfortunately, while Chu Kuang was a powerhouse in the literary world, in the game, he was merely someone others bullied.

After being headshot repeatedly, Lin Yuan angrily quit the game.

He also reported a user with the ID “Specialize in killing small chickens,” accusing them of cheating.

The reason was “hacking.”

Feeling slightly better, Lin Yuan happily opened “Plants vs. Zombies.”

Just then, Sun Yaohuo came over, carrying a load of stuff:

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“Junior, have you had lunch?”

“No.”

“Want to try the craftsmanship of the new chef at my restaurant?”

“Sure.”

Lin Yuan beamed with joy; the chefs at Sun Yaohuo’s restaurants indeed had great skills.

“Were you just playing a game?”

Sun Yaohuo glanced at the computer screen, which displayed the login interface of a recently popular shooter game.

The game was called “God of Guns.”

Lin Yuan said fiercely, “Trash game.”

Sun Yaohuo was startled, then nodded, “Indeed, it’s no good. I uninstalled it when I got back. I’ll have someone design a fun shooter web game later, create a godlike account, and let you dominate!”

“A shooter web game?”

“Yes, a web game. It’s suitable for sneaking in some game time at work, much faster-paced than ‘God of Guns’, and the killing is way more fun and suits our skills better!”

“Can it make money?”

“Who cares.”

“…”

After pondering for a moment, Lin Yuan asked, “Are you interested in making such a game?”

As Sun Yaohuo opened the lunch box, the aroma of the food filled the air: “I don’t mind, as long as Junior is happy. Let’s eat first.”

“Thanks.”

Lin Yuan began to eat heartily in the office.

After eating, Lin Yuan took the napkin handed by Sun Yaohuo and wiped his mouth:

“Then let’s make a shooter-based game.”

It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, but there were reasons behind it. Lin Yuan and Sun Yaohuo had set up the Yuan Huo Game Company, and sooner or later they needed to release some new games. It just so happened that Lin Yuan had a few potentially popular game genres in mind,

Like the classic shooter game, “Fall and become a box!”

“Okay!”

Sun Yaohuo agreed readily without asking for details:

“Then I’ll call over the team from the game company later, and they’ll follow Junior’s lead!”

“Mm.”

Lin Yuan was getting excited.

The players in this world hadn’t played “Fall and become a box.” They would definitely be terrible at it when they first tried it.

Not him!

Lin Yuan had played this game in his past life!

He could take advantage of his advanced experience and utterly dominate his opponents when this game was just released!

“Ding Dong!”

The System couldn’t stand it anymore.

Swearing to itself about its incompetent master who was hopeless yet addicted, Lin Yuan’s misremembering had absolutely nothing to do with the System:

“This game is called ‘PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds’!”

What kind of painful past did you go through to misremember the game’s name as “Fall and become a box”?

Is this a boxing game?