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

The Mysterious Mirror in front of him also looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he too had this intuition. It could only be said that he was extraordinarily gifted, with a boundless future ahead.


Continuing onward with the Mysterious Mirror, Fang Cheng pointed to the sample machines to be tested and then asked, "Which one do you think has a problem?"


After staring at the sample machines for a while, the Mysterious Mirror pointed to one and said, "That one."


"It says it always feels hot, and it gets unbearably hot once it starts working. I asked if it was feeling a bit burned out, and it told me to fuck off. This guy is a bit rude, seems like it's a problem with its upbringing."


"Got it, I'll have them check the fan."


Gao Tianyun looked on helplessly at the Mysterious Mirror, feeling that this kid was good-looking and talented but always said somewhat inappropriate things.


Chapter 222: Concept Machine (Two more)_3