The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Regardless of this speechless matter, after Junci entered, he looked around and simply asked: "Does our community have any research goals now?"

"what?"

Fu Ziyan was still at a loss. When Jun Ci turned her head to look at her in shock, she hurriedly replied: "Oh, oh, is it the achievement goal of our club? According to Mo Chaoyang's words, we plan to make one first. Mobile phone app."

Looking at Fu Ziyan, I don't know much about it.

I don't understand, this society dared to take this name, it is simply heartened.

"It's a life that was banned."

Even Guru complained in his mind.

"Are there any plans or arrangements? For example, what is the preference for mobile applications?"

A mobile app is a mobile app.

The current mobile APP is very simple to make, the key is whether it can be put into use.

There are too many repetitive apps. Basically, the apps with a little characteristic have been preempted by others. Especially in the current market, mobile apps are basically saturated.

Well-known apps have already included all the services needed on mobile phones, and it's just as difficult for a new app to make a name.

What's more, this kind of experimental APP developed by students is basically hopeless.

"Because the main purpose of our community is to study virtual applications, we tend to be intelligent. We plan to develop an intelligent virtual assistant."

When Jun Ci heard this, the corner of his mouth silently hooked.

It seems to be a little sarcasm.

Fu Ziyan was a little curious: "Master Porcelain, did you do any research on this before?"

"It's not considered research, but I definitely know better than you."

Jun Ci now understands that Cang Zhuo can't save this society.

"Wow!"

When Fu Ziyan heard this, she was completely in a posture of admiration by a fanatic, "So you really know this, so you joined our club?"

Junci: "..."

She is here to collect credits.

It’s just that the reason is unexplainable anyway, Jun Ci sighed: "Can I see the current plan or progress of your application?"

Fu Ziyan was a little embarrassed now, and poked **** at each other, quite embarrassed: "Vice President Mo Chaoyang is still writing plans..."

Junci: "..."

At the end of this semester their club will be out of guarantee.

Coming to write the plan now?

When the day lily is finished, it will be cold, right?

It was the first time that Junci felt so speechless.

"What was your club doing before?"

Speaking of these words, Jun Ci's voice became a little cold.

Fu Ziyan also felt very faceless, staring at the ground: "That's it... The president said that there is no time, and our club has no results, the school does not approve research funding, and the manpower is not enough. This year, because of things to be banned, Mo Chaoyang said he planned to try, and he only entered our school last year."

"In other words, you are only proposing an idea now, but what the real application looks like, do you actually have no idea about it?"

"Yep."

Fu Ziyan's voice was almost quieter than that of a mosquito.

Even if she is naturally cheerful and optimistic, she is embarrassed to face this situation.

There is always a feeling of pitting the school grass adults.

Junci: "..."

Guru: "Yaoshou..."

Junci: "..."

At this moment, two people suddenly opened the door and walked in. One of them suddenly said with a cold voice when he saw the situation inside.

"Fu Ziyan, did he scold you?"