Greta also found Song Wuli’s words a bit baffling.
She turned to leave.
Song Wuli suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly called out to her, “Greta, your work progress is much slower compared to the others. Are you having any difficulties with your tasks?”
Greta shook her head. “I do have some confusion. A few days ago, new tasks were assigned, and I was given the job of writing the Skill Description. I haven’t figured out some of the terms yet, so my progress is a bit slow.”
Song Wuli nodded. “Let Xiao Liu write the Skill Description work for you. You and Xiao Liu swap tasks.”
Greta seemed like she wanted to refuse, but in the end she didn’t, and accepted Song Wuli’s arrangement.
She looked quite happy, as if she could accept any arrangement, showing no intention of competing with anyone.
A smile that couldn’t be hidden was on her face, making her appear very cheerful and lighthearted.
She walked past Old Song.
Even Old Song was curious, but he didn’t ask any more questions.
Huang Yijun, however, seemed to see through his thoughts and quietly said, “Doesn’t it feel off? That woman from the outer district named Greta has been like this since a few days ago. On the day you took leave, she also asked for leave, right?”
Song Wuli nodded. That woman had asked him for leave, and he reported it to the supervisor at the same time.
Huang Yijun continued in a low voice, “The day after, when she came back to work, she was already like this. Like she’d struck it rich or encountered some good fortune, all happy. Even today, she’s still like this.”
Song Wuli: “Could she have… gotten hooked on something?”
Huang Yijun: “I don’t know, but you’d better ask her. If someone has to work overtime every day, even on holidays and weekends, but can still look this happy, there’s probably something going on. It’d be better to check.”
Song Wuli nodded.
They chatted a bit more, then parted ways. Old Song also headed toward his workstation.
He passed by Greta, thinking about how to start a conversation.
Noticing a big backpack at Greta’s desk, he asked, “Greta, you brought a backpack?”
Greta was taken aback and replied, “Yes, Mr. Song, you brought a big backpack too?”
“Yeah.” Song Wuli put his bag back at his desk. “Some work stuff.”
Greta casually replied, “I brought some things for driving.”
Song Wuli: “You’ve passed your Driving License test?”
Greta: “Yes.”
The atmosphere cooled, becoming a bit awkward.
Song Wuli drummed his fingers on the table, thinking about how to bring it up.
In the end, he just got straight to the point and asked, “Um… Greta, you seem to be in good spirits. Did something good happen?”
“Huh? Is it that obvious?” Greta was actually startled, one hand touching her cheek, eyes shining. “I recently fulfilled a Wish.”
“Congratulations. Being able to realize your Wish in a short life is no easy thing.” Song Wuli offered his blessing.
He guessed it was about driving. Not long ago, Greta mentioned wanting to get her license, and now she could legally drive.
“But…” Greta suddenly changed her tone, and a trace of mania seemed to flicker across her face?
Song Wuli shivered, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Greta again. She was just an ordinary person, no trace of mania. He must have imagined it.
Greta continued, “After achieving my Wish, I found I’d developed a new Wish. I want to accomplish even more, I want to keep going, I have an even bigger Wish. Mr. Song, am I being too greedy? Is this bad?”
Song Wuli glanced at his computer and noticed the supervisor had scheduled a meeting.
He ignored it for now and focused on Greta, saying, “It’s not a bad thing to have greater Wishes after achieving one. It means you’ve grown, your abilities have improved, and you have loftier ideals and ambitions.”
On time.
Greta: “Do you think I should keep digging deeper into this Wish?”
Song Wuli had to take some time to interpret Greta’s words; this woman sometimes spoke in a literary way, with words rarely used in modern conversation. Looking at her expectant gaze, Song Wuli replied, “Isn’t living all about pursuing Wishes? If you have a Wish, go fulfill it.”
Greta nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Song.”
Song Wuli nodded as well, then got back to work, arranging the meeting matters.
Naturally, the office broke out in a chorus of groans again.
It hit the young ones like Xiao Liu hardest, because yet again the meeting was after work hours, and recently they hadn’t been working much overtime, so they could get off earlier.
But Greta didn’t mind. She’d supposedly been working overtime lately, so she didn’t care about the meeting time.
In the afternoon, Xiao Liu submitted a draft, the one he’d swapped with Greta for in the morning.
He had to write a batch of new Skill Descriptions for the game.
“Xiao Liu, come here a moment.” Song Wuli’s tone sounded calm.
Xiao Liu hurried over, but when he saw the team leader’s face, his heart sank—this didn’t look good.
He walked up beside the team leader and looked at the computer.
“You wrote this, right?” Song Wuli pointed at the draft.
“About the new character Shiwann’s skill set document.”
“Yes, what’s wrong, Brother Song?” Xiao Liu sounded a little nervous.
“Read this Passive Skill out loud and explain it.” Song Wuli pointed at the screen.
Xiao Liu began reading, “Shiwann’s Passive Skill: After switching this character into the field, Shiwann opens the heavens and randomly gains the power of one world line. If the following three skills haven’t been acquired, Shiwann gains the corresponding effect…”
He looked at Song Wuli, as if to ask what was wrong.
Song Wuli: “Go on, keep reading.”
Xiao Liu continued, “Sage Skill: When you attack towards the southeast, east, or southwest, the target cannot defend.”
“Guiding Principle Skill: After activation, for a certain period, if you’re attacked by an enemy and inflicted with a negative status, the negative status will not be applied, but the duration remains unchanged. Additionally, you can recover a certain amount of energy.”
Xiao Liu kept reading, spending about three minutes in total before finally finishing the new character “Shiwann’s” Passive Skill for “Queyi.”
Song Wuli: “Done reading?”
Xiao Liu nodded.
Song Wuli: “Now, go ahead and read the small skill and the ultimate.”
Another five minutes passed.
Song Wuli opened the document and checked the word count.
“Xiao Liu, what were you thinking? Our Queyi, just a very ordinary ARPG game, I told you to write a normal attack, a Passive Skill, a small skill, and an ultimate—four pieces in total—and you managed to write 3,000 words?! 3,000 words?! Are you out of your mind?”
Song Wuli’s voice was so loud it startled everyone else in the office area.
Xiao Liu replied meekly, “But I really did write it right, I checked it so many times, didn’t miss anything.”
Song Wuli: “Isn’t it just an E skill for a draw, then press E again for the secondary skill? Something that takes 30 words, and you wrote 3,000?”
Xiao Liu: “But… if it’s too simple there’s no immersion. The supervisor said, make up more fancy terms for greater immersion, it makes it sound cool.”
“Cut it down to under 100 words.” Song Wuli gave the order.
Xiao Liu had no choice but to obediently revise it.
Who knows when it started, but in the game industry, writing essays for skills has become the trend.
For example, a skill might just be “deal one hit in front and slow the target,” done in 20 words, but they have to pad it out to 200 words, making a simple thing sound all mysterious and convoluted.
As the leader of Team 2, Song Wuli was gradually getting a sense of responsibility—whether it was Yin Lin who changed him, or he who changed Yin Lin, he wasn’t sure.
Can’t you have MC say she can dig for her dream if it don’t hurt anyone else ? With the way he talk it like he is saying she can do anything even offing others for her dreams.