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

This chaotic room is full of countless semi-finished figures and materials, but only a spotless electronic thermostatic glass table remains.

On the glass table, there are six adult palm-length figures, completely outlined in plain white clay.

Among the six, there are three strangely shaped monsters with fangs and claws in their small bodies.

These three monsters are the bosses in the Star Descendants explosion game. At the same time, the monster BOSS focuses on temperament, which is different from the charm pursued by the humanoid figure, and the three BOSS figures in front of me are qualified.

The other three are all beautiful girls with slender bodies and reverie. There is a female mage with a star hat and slender legs hidden under a robe. There is a female warrior with a giant sword on her back and wearing seductive armor. There is a mysterious female assassin dressed in leather armor with a dagger in both hands.

If he had an inspiration, He Shenglei would only need two hours to bring these three beautiful girls to life through the various carving knives displayed in the wooden box.

The problem is that He Shenglei is uninspired.

It turned out that he thought that ten days was enough, and he made up his mind today that he would no longer get up at four o'clock in the morning like a stupid X and queue up to grab the Phantom Crystal phone.

What kept flashing in He Shenglei's mind now was the Phantom Crystal mobile phone that he was sad to miss.

It's a star descendant company, which doesn't play cards according to common sense, and it comes early, very, very hated.

It is he He Shenglei himself, it is the group of them who came together for their dreams and interests, and the Hippo Studio that they worked so hard to establish, and the unwillingness and grievances that they could not be treated fairly.

The six figure models in front of me are already the limit of the number of figure models that can be developed at the same time by the Hippo Studio. He Shenglei, who is good at character figure development, for these three girls, this month and five days, only he knows the efforts he has made.

In a month, their prototype creation team was able to complete the creation of all six figures, and get the top Star Descendants company to agree to the plan and pay according to the contract.

This in itself is a proof of their strength, and these six figure prototypes in front of them can surprise those small and medium-sized game companies. Crying and shouting, to sign a mass production contract with the hippopotamus working group.

Top game companies have top pursuits, and the people at Hippo Studios have the same pursuits.

They had given themselves ten days to create Shen Yun independently, and now the Star Descendants didn't intend to give them that time.

"Why?" asked He Shenglei.

But after the rhetorical question, there was only deep powerlessness.

Only by taking out the charm that belongs to the Hippo Studio can he fiercely fight back against the descendants of the stars, so that they are shocked by the figures of the three beautiful girls, and they must sign a contract with them for mass production.

Inspiration, inspiration, inspiration!

In about three hours and ten minutes, the Star Descent's review team will arrive. They have too many reasons to veto these three girl figurines without Shen Yun, and no matter how angry they are, no matter how angry they are, no matter how much time they have, they don't have the face to say that this is a qualified product.

…………

Only quietly, sitting in his own dream cabin, can He Shenglei empty his mind.

Time passed little by little, those troubled unwillingness, those phantom mobile phone ideas, all left him, He Shenglei's thinking became very clear, and the three beautiful girls smiled with a smile, but gradually became clear.

The idea came gradually, but it was quickly rejected by He Shenglei.

Unconsciously, the boss Gao Zhuoguang stood outside the studio door without saying a word. Through the small glass window on the door, he could see He Shenglei sitting inside. He knew that there could be no outside interference at this time, but the time left for them in the Hippo Studio was only two and a half hours.

No!

No, no, no!

These are not what I want, He Shenglei's head spun rapidly, and the smiles of the three beautiful girls became rich and colorful in his mind. There is sadness in the smile, tenacity, and mystery, but there can never be a smile, which makes He Shenglei the final word.

I don't know how long it was, it seemed like an hour, it seemed like a few minutes.

"Boom!"

In the end, all smiles fell apart like broken mirrors, and He Shenglei opened his eyes palely.

He knew he couldn't, at least not today, that inspiration was like a meteor across the sky. Glancing at the cartoon alarm clock on the table, He Shenglei clenched his fists.

No time.

He Shenglei let out a feeble self-deprecating laugh, waiting for the final review team to come.

Outside the window, the boss Gao Zhuoguang took a deep breath, then turned to leave.

Years of getting along have made him understand that there is no hope for them. He also knew that He Shenglei was not to blame, let alone expel him. Although the original ten days of independent creation time were very tight, they were at least seventy percent sure that their Hippo Studio was good at creating miracles.

It is the Star Descendant who breaks the convention, he is powerless to fight, but he will not force the responsibility on his subordinates.

The boss Gao Zhuoguang left, and He Shenglei sat on the chair in the room, looking at the six cohesive figures in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the Phantom Crystal mobile phone and the Star Descendants Company.

It's nice not to go to the queue yourself, maybe you can do something else and find inspiration.

Are you still in the mood to receive that little gift?

Thinking of this, He Shenglei noticed that the cute and beautiful cartoon chick who had unconsciously ran to his sacred workbench.

Thinking about it carefully, He Shenglei remembered that he was too irritable along the way before, especially when he was crazy waiting for the traffic light, so he kept subconsciously holding the chick in his hand and kept pinching and pinching to decompress.

This time, I got my own workbench.

Now it seems that He Shenglei feels that this chick's cute smile is mocking himself and mocking himself for being incompetent.

He Shenglei pinched the chick in his hand again and kept pinching it, making it make a nice sound.

"Hey~ laugh, although the receptionist blows that you are a liquid print like that cool suit. I don't believe it, but no matter what you make, it's also a giant beast industry, and you are indeed qualified to mock me. ”

"Taunt ......"

"Taunt?"

"Wait!" He Shenglei suddenly had a groundbreaking flash of lightning in his mind, "Cute mockery!"

"Wait!"

"Cool suits?"

The lightning quickly expanded into a thunder net, and in the next second, He Shenglei grabbed the figure of the female warrior on the table with his left hand, and picked up the carving knife from the exquisite toolbox with his right hand.

What else is there besides cool and sci-fi in that suit in a glass display case?

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

Who is in control of this powerful force?

The cartoon chick is obviously very cute, but how clear is the illusion of a mocking smile born of emotion.