Monster Factory

Five minutes later, He Shenglei sat back in his position.

This cluttered room is filled with countless handmade semi-finished products and materials, but only a clean to dust-free electronic thermostatic glass table is kept.

On the glass table, there are six adults with long palms and a beautiful handmade prototype, all in plain white grease.

Inside the six, there were three strangely shaped monsters with fangs and claws in their little bodies.

These three monsters are the BOSS in the Star Descendants Fire Game. At the same time, the monster BOSS focuses on temperament. Unlike the rhythm pursued by the human figure, these three BOSS handlers are already qualified.

The other three, all in good shape, remind me of a beautiful girl in a row. There is a sorceress with a star hat and long legs hidden under the robe. A woman warrior with a sword on her back and a seductive armor. There are mysterious assassins dressed with daggers in their hands and leather armor.

If inspired, He Shenglei will only take two hours to bring these three beautiful girls back to life through the various carving knives displayed in the wooden box.

The problem is He Shenglei is uninspired.

Turns out he thinks ten days is enough and is determined today to stop going to get up at 4: 00 am like an idiot and line up to grab his phantom phone.

Now what He Shenglei's mind keeps flashing, is his sad missed phantom phone.

It is a company of the descendants of the stars, not playing cards as usual, came very, very hated early.

It was He Shenglei himself, the group of them who came together for dreams for interest, painstakingly set up the hippocampus studio, unable to receive fair treatment of grievances and grievances.

The six models in front of us are already Hippo Studios, and the maximum number of models can be developed simultaneously. He Shenglei, who is good at the figure's manual development, worked for the three young girls this month and five days, only he knew the effort.

In a month, their prototype creation team will be able to complete all six of the pieces and get top star descendants to agree to the program and pay as contracted.

This in itself is a testament to their strength, and the six prototypes in front of them, given to small and medium-sized gaming companies, can surprise them. Crying and screaming, we have to sign a mass production contract with the Hippocampus Working Group.

Top game companies have top pursuits, as do people in their hippocampus studios.

They gave themselves ten days of independent creative hymn time, and now the descendants of the stars are not going to give them that time.

“Why?” He Shenglei asked.

But after questioning, there was only deep powerlessness.

Only with the hymn that belongs to the Hippocampus Studio can we hit back the descendants of the stars so hard that they will be amazed by the three beautiful young girls and must sign with them for mass production.

Inspiration, inspiration, inspiration!

Approximately three hours and ten minutes from now, a vetting team of the descendants of the stars will arrive. They had too many reasons to veto the three ungodly young girls, and their hippocampus studio was angry, had not enough time, and had no face to say it was a qualified product.

…………

He Shenglei can only leave his thoughts open if he sits quietly in his dream cabin.

Time passed by, those troubles were unhappy, those fantastic mobile phone ideas, all left him, He Shenglei's thinking became very clear, the three beautiful girls handled a smile, but gradually became clear.

Thoughts gradually emerged, but He Shenglei quickly rejected them.

Unconsciously, the boss Gao Zhuoguang stood outside the studio door without a word. Through the little glass window on the door, he can see He Shenglei sitting inside. He knew that there could be no outside interference at that time, but only two and a half hours were left for their hippocampus studio.

No, it's not!

No, no, no!

None of this is what I wanted. He Shenglei's head spinning rapidly, and the smiles of the three beautiful girls became enriched in his mind. There is sadness hidden in the smile, there is tenacity hidden, there is mystery hidden, but there is never a smile to let He Shenglei dictate.

After a long time, it seemed an hour, it seemed a few minutes.

“Boom!”

Eventually all the smiles, like a broken mirror, collapsed, He Shenglei pale open his eyes.

He knew he couldn't do it, at least not today. Inspired by this thing, it's like a meteor crossing the sky. After a glance at the cartoon alarm clock designed by himself on the table, He Shenglei died holding his fist tight.

There's no time.

He Shenglei voiced a powerless self-derision, awaiting the arrival of the final review team.

Outside the window, Boss Gao Zhuoguang took a deep breath and turned away.

Years of getting along have made him understand that they have no hope. He also knew that it was not his fault, let alone his dismissal. Though initially tense, they have at least 70% certainty that their hippocampus studio is already good at miracles.

It was the descendants of the stars who broke the custom, and he could not confront it, but would not impose responsibility on his subordinates.

Boss Gao Zhuoguang left, he Shenglei stayed in the chair in the room, looked at the six hard-hearted handsets in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the phantom phone, thinking of the Star Descendant Company.

If you don't queue up yourself, maybe do something else and you can find inspiration.

Are you still in the mood for that little gift?

With this in mind, He Shenglei noticed that the lovely and beautiful cartoon chick had inadvertently run to his sacred workstation.

Think back carefully, He Shenglei remembered that he was too irritable on the road before. Especially when waiting for the red and green lamp, he was completely freaked out. He kept subconsciously holding the chicken in his hand and kept squeezing and squeezing and decompressing.

Take this and get your own workstation.

Now, Ho Shenglei thinks this chick's cute smile is just ridiculing herself and ridiculing her waste incompetence.

He Shenglei again pinched the chicken in his hand and kept making it sound nice.

“Hey, laugh, though the receptionist blows you like that cool suit is a liquid print. I don't believe it, but whatever you make, it's also made by the giant animal industry, and you really deserve to mock me. ”

“Taunt...”

“Taunt? ”

“Wait!” Ho Shenglei suddenly had an electric flash in his mind that opened the ground, “Cute ridicule! ”

“Wait!”

“Cool Battlesuit? ”

That electric light quickly expanded into a thunder grid. The next second, He Shenglei grabbed the handset of the female warrior on the table with his left hand copied from the beautiful toolbox.

What else besides cool and sci-fi is that suit in the glass display cabinet?

There is also mystery, hidden inside the suit, hidden under the helmet, mastering the mystery of powerful power.

Who in the world has mastered this formidable strength?

The cartoon chick is so cute, how clear is that emotional laughter delusion.