Bab 790: Happy Send-Off

After hearing Shang Jianyao's answer, Jiang Baimian asked worriedly, "Are you really just playing games?"

Shang Jianyao replied honestly, "They won't agree even if I want to crawl over."

It was the rash one now.

Jiang Baimian heaved a sigh of relief. "Then, conjure a game console, projector, and Xiaochong's favorite games and play by the rift for a while. Remember, you mustn't do anything else."

The Shang Jianyao Democratic Association held a meeting lasting a few minutes in his mind before solemnly making a promise. "No problem."

He then whispered, "The conjured games are meaningless; they've all been played. It's like watching a replay."

In this regard, the human brain was indeed inferior to computers. It couldn't calculate the development of a complicated game in real-time.