Mo Xiangwen could only nod and answer, "Yes," then quietly waited for Old Li to continue.
Half a minute later, Old Li seemed to have finally made up his mind. He slowly said, "Although this proposal of yours is well done, I still can't approve your startup application."
Everyone else turned to Old Li in surprise, unable to understand why he had praised it first only to say that afterward.
"Don't get upset yet. Let me explain it to you slowly," Old Li added unhurriedly.
Mo Xiangwen was not surprised by the outcome at all, so he calmly answered, "Yes."
"Although I don't understand games, I can tell that you put quite a bit of thought into this proposal."
Old Li began with praise, then immediately changed direction. "But do you know what the biggest problem with your plan is?"
"...Time." Mo Xiangwen sighed softly.
"That's right. It's also the same common problem your former seniors all had." Old Li tapped the table. "Three years. You said it would take three years to make this game."
"What does three years mean? By the time you finish this game, you'll already be able to go straight into an internship."
"Maybe before, I would have considered letting you try. But several seniors before you have already failed, and I really don't have much faith in it."
"After all, the school is approving startup funding for you, giving you an empty classroom, and providing various forms of support."
"How is the school supposed to support you for three years without reason, when you have no results and no visible progress?" Old Li continued bluntly. "Or can you drastically shorten that timeline?"
Wang Bin secretly glanced at Old Li and Mo Xiangwen, sighing inwardly. What a shame.
Being praised by Old Li proved that