Could It Be the Four Little Peddlers?
"Impressive."
Looking at the current data, Bai Buyu sighed sincerely.
Simply compiling the Dreamscape-related material into a booklet and handing it out to children had produced such powerful results. Bai Buyu could not help but feel that doctors really needed to be more well-rounded sometimes.
Otherwise, there were so many things they would never even think of.
She had plenty of praise she wanted to give, but her mouth was only good for being snarky or making dirty jokes. She truly could not say anything nice right now.
Scratching her messy hair, she could only fold her arms, raise her chin, and say, "I'll admit you're impressive."
"Doctor Bai, are you praising people with your chin?" Chen Yu asked unhappily.
"Cut the crap. This method of yours is pretty good. How did you think of it?"
Chen Yu spun around in his office chair and looked out the window. "You'll understand when you reach my age."
"—I've never wanted to punch someone so badly."
Chen Yu said nothing, merely recalling the past.
Back in those high school days when every day consisted of going to school and going home, there were no games, internet cafés were off-limits, dating was impossible, and good grades belonged to other people.
The only entertainment every day was reading Popular Software. He would reread every game review and strategy guide over and over, constructing and playing through the games in his mind according to his own understanding.
Some horror games became less frightening because of it, while some excellent games became even more interesting.
Little Bean and Big Macaque's reactions had also proven this point. Reading the guide beforehand did not diminish the fun of the Dreamscape; instead, having some idea of what to expect made its charm