January 31st, Thursday…
Pei Qian was still in his office, racking his brains for his graduation thesis.
During this period of time, he had already revised the key works on Zhongdian Chinese Network, including the original version of 'Successor', the synopsis of many games and the scripts of movies.
What should he say after he was done? He could not say that it was completely useless, but he still did not find the most suitable direction.
Pei Qian's greatest feeling was that these things were really made by them under his inspiration?
Why do I feel so foreign when I read it…
It felt like he had found his primary school exercise book many years after graduation and was reading the composition on it.
He felt that he should have been very familiar with these words a long time ago. However, there was only a sense of unfamiliarity and confusion now.
"Ah… I need some inspiration and help."