Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

After being discovered, they could only accept compensatory time off, and they might even have to make up for it over the next weekend as well.


At Fang Cheng Studio, the biggest punishment might just be not being allowed to work.


After thinking for half a day, Xiao Douzi steeled her heart and then said, "Let's sneak a peek and discuss in whispers, without writing documents or keeping records. Could the boss be an Immortal or something? Could he still know we've worked overtime?"


"Mmm, that makes sense," Huang Ping nodded.


"This time I'm on Xiao Douzi's side," Monkey also nodded.


Having reached a consensus, the three of them eagerly turned on the computer, plugged in the USB drive, huddled together in front of the screen, and stealthily started running the game.


With the additions over the past few days, the game had become even more polished.


Now, the tutorial was complete, the game's system guidance was perfect, and new players could play with virtually no burden.


Chapter 145 I Understand (Second Update)_2