1304 Observation Work (1/2)

The arguments between children and parents over games had probably existed in China for about 40 years.

Starting in the 1980s, lots of game halls sprung up across cities, followed by Internet cafes, personal computers, and the rise of broadband. Today, one could play games in the comfort of one's home. Currently, mobile games seemed to be slowly replacing computer games. However, the argument over games continued despite the changes in devices.

Zhang Zian himself was also part of this wave of change. He had frequented Internet cafes. He'd used to play online games with college classmates. He had also been attracted to single-player turn-based games on his personal computer. This was only until he had to enter society and work, and he did not have time for games. His phone was the only thing he could use to play a game—a game that had truly changed his life.

Even this father, who seemed very bitter about games, might have been a bad kid when he was younger and frequently hung out at game halls then. Now, however, he was trying to stop his own son from playing too many games. There was somewhat of a continuation of history. When he was younger, perhaps his own dad had gone to the game hall, pulled his ear, and said something similar. Deja vu.

How did that expression go? Oh yes. ”When I grow up, I will be like you.”

This was not a matter for Zhang Zian to bother himself with. Regardless of all the imaginative stories he cooked up in his head, he was merely a bystander watching them argue. However, perhaps of how tan his trip to Egypt made him, he'd been caught in the gunfire.

”Playing games all day and not caring about learning, what can you do when you grow up? You can't work for a big company or be a civil servant. You will end up like your dad, having to work for a boss. Even on the weekends, you will have to work overtime. You will get so damn tired! Or…you might be like this shop, having to live day-to-day and having no future! Is this what you want? Do this and don't even bother thinking about finding a wife!”

The man could try to educate his own child, but to use Zhang Zian as a negative example… That was rather uncalled for.

Zhang Zian found the situation rather stifling. Despite being in his own home, he was still being attacked.

Yet what the man had said was not too wrong. The instability of his shop was known only by Zhang Zian himself. No matter how glamorous the shop was on the surface, it could be easily ripped apart if unexpected things happened. While parents did not expect their children to be rich, they must at least have enough food and clothing. They also wished for them to have peace of mind, work in a large company, and become a civil servant. These actions would ensure their future.

The fat boy glanced at him and suddenly showed him a disdainful look. Looking away, he said, ”I won't open a roadside shop! You don't know, but I play my game really well. All my friends are rushing to be on my team so that we can win! I will be a professional esports player in the future and take the world championship. I will retire as a game anchor and earn millions in a month! I will never be single again. All the pretty girls will flock to me!”

Horrible! Father and son were too alike!

Zhang Zian wanted to cry, but no tears flowed out.

”Girls! Why are you thinking about girls at your age?” The man poked the boy's head with his finger, but his tone was full of joy. Perhaps he thought his son was very ambitious. ”But I don't want you to play with your phone anymore today. Boys should run outside and play, not stay alone at home playing games!”

The boy's jaw dropped, but he muttered, ”What is the use of running outside? I can't even practice my finger speed...”

The man got into a boxing stance. He was merely trying to scare him. ”What's the use? Do the assignment that your teacher has assigned you! Stop delaying and procrastinating. Let me tell you, young man, I can't help you write, and don't you dare ask your mother. It's useless! Write it yourself!”

The man's mind had been made up. No matter what kind of tantrum the boy threw, he would not give him the phone back. He kept it in his pocket. Just then, the bus came. The man hurriedly got on the bus and stared at the boy from the window.