The National Director is Mr. Perfect

The weather has started to cool off recently, and Jiang Yi's dress seems to be biased towards the autumn and winter wind.

He came over today, wearing a camel-colored windbreaker with a lapel sweater. His already pale complexion was perfect for such a dress.

It was like a noble young master coming out of a cartoon, exuding a noble and noble aura all over his body.

At the same time, it exudes extremely public grace.

Just like a fashion male model, with deep brows and eyes, it makes people unable to move their eyes. He lives in a pictorial.

The thin lips seemed to be throbbing perfect no matter how they moved.

Even the well-knotted palms are meticulously carved by God.

If Jiang Yi had a better temper, maybe this person would be quite perfect.

He walked over, saw a lot of materials on Junci's notebook, and slightly turned his head to look: "Mobile game plan? Do you want to make a mobile game?"

"Yep."

Slender fingers tapped on the notebook: "The club I joined will be banned if I don't get any results this year. I don't want the first club I joined to have this fate."

"What, do you still want to save the world?"

Jiang Yi was beaten as soon as he opened his mouth, "I don't think you can do it."

Jun Ci sneered, but did not answer.

"If you really can't tell the school that you are the emperor directly, your association will also be affected, maybe it will not be banned?"

Jiang Yi gave Jun Ci a bad idea.

Jun Ci feels that Jiang Yi looks like a mentally retarded: "My emperor's identity is used to direct, and it has nothing to do with the goal of the school, the club."

"Virtual application and equipment research club, don't you say that I look down on you, do you think you can do research in this area with your broken club? I will tell you directly, when the founder of this club is quite famous Character, it’s just that he is now aiming to graduate. With the rest of your community, I see little hope."

Jiang Yi shrugged and touched the piano's head again.

Junci rubbed his chin and looked at the notebook and thought about it: "So at the moment I plan to make a mobile game. Virtual applications are nothing more than intelligence. I want to make a mobile game that can generate plots independently. In terms of the plot line in the game, it has the same development as reality and various possible stories, but I didn't think about it, what kind of background, Western fantasy style, or Chinese style?"

Jiang Yi looked strangely: "Can you do this?"

Junci paused: "...I have a friend who is an expert in this field. He has already achieved something. It is not difficult to be an intelligent game engine."

Jun Ci praised Gulu without a trace.

Of course, this reason is to deal with mental retardation.

Jiang Yi certainly didn't believe it, but for a moment, he instinctively asked Junci, and she would not say that she looked at Junci with a profound expression: "If you can really develop it, since it is Hua Guo, then it must be used. China has the best background. Generally speaking, ancient mobile games are popular types."

Jiang Yi could really give his opinion, and what he said was what Jun Ci had thought about.

Ancient life.

Everyone has an ancient world dream, this is no exaggeration.

In ancient times, the most legendary and chic, I am afraid it is the ancient life in the legend, but what kind of life in that period of history is like, no one can tell without experience.

So now on the market, novels and TV dramas related to martial arts or ancient times are mainstream, and this is also a piece of history for Chinese people.