My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

On the other side, inside the villa.

Gu Qingying watched "Teacher Jiang's" figure disappear outside the courtyard gate, then slumped onto the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"I'm exhausted... Are these math problems even humanly possible...?"

She rolled over on the sofa, like a cat that had been petted and was now impatient.

The nanny came in carrying a plate of cut fruit. Seeing the papers and drafts spread out on the coffee table, and Gu Qingying's utterly dejected expression, she couldn't help but laugh: "Miss, what do you think of this teacher?"

"It's so annoying," Gu Qingying said sullenly. "But he's really good at League of Legends, he's a master."

The nanny didn't quite understand what "master" meant, but judging from Gu Qingying's tone, it must be a very high compliment.

She put down the fruit plate and tactfully withdrew.

Gu Qingying lay on the sofa for two minutes, then suddenly jumped up and grabbed her phone.

She opened WeChat, and the pinned chat message had the caption: "Good bro!"

This is an online friend she met in a game last year. The two went from playing in random matches to duo queue, and their teamwork was so good that they were like conjoined twins.

After chatting for more than half a year, she discovered that this person was not only good at playing games, but also had a compatible personality. The two of them had surprisingly similar values ​​and could even talk about the same things.

In her heart, this was no longer just an online friend, but a true "good brother".

My good friend has been busy with something lately and has been online much less, but he always replies to her messages.

She quickly typed a line of text:

Good bro! Help! I'm dying!!!

After sending it, she added another message:

I was tortured by a stupid tutor for an hour and a half today! He forced me to do math problems! And he said I couldn't play games until I finished! Is he even human?! I'm telling you, he's a monster!!!

After sending those two messages, she slammed her phone onto the sofa, rolled over, buried her face in the cushions, and let out a muffled wail.

I waited a few seconds, but there was no reply.

She picked up her phone again and glanced at it.

My good brother hasn't returned yet.

Just as she was about to send another message to urge him, a message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

Hey bro: I'm here! I was just busy, I'm exhausted!

Good bro: Tutor? You have a tutor too? Hahahaha, what goes around comes around.

Gu Qingying's eyes lit up, and she immediately sat up, her fingers flying across the screen:

What does "you also have" mean? Are you also tormented by your tutor?

My good buddy: Don't even mention it! My brother found me a job moving things around. I spent the whole morning moving equipment, and my arms are about to break.

Gu Qingying: Hahahahahahahahaha

Gu Qingying: Serves you right! Serves you right for laughing at me before for getting a 23 on the exam!

Dude: Twenty-three points?! Dude, you're amazing! I could get more than twenty-three points even with my eyes closed.

Gu Qingying: Get out!!!

She paused, then typed another line:

Hey bro, wanna play a couple of rounds? I got wrecked today, need to win back my confidence.

Good buddy: Okay, but I can only play two games at most. I have to work this afternoon.

Gu Qingying: No problem, go online!

She quickly opened the Three Kingdoms Kill game on her phone, logged into her account, and entered the room.

The moment she saw her "good brother's" avatar light up, she felt the gloom from being tormented by math vanish.

"Brother, let's wipe them out today!" she muttered to herself, her eyes shining.

Meanwhile, in a technology park in Kyoto, there is a studio called "Aiyu".

Jiang Miaomiao felt that she was already dead.

It's not an adjective, it's a declarative sentence.

She leaned against a stack of equipment boxes, looking like a dried-out salted fish, her whole body aching and sore.

Two blisters had formed on her hands, her white shoes were covered in dust, and her carefully styled long hair was plastered to her face in strands due to excessive sweating, making her look extremely disheveled.

"Jiang Miaomiao, why are you suffering like this here...?"

She muttered softly, her voice trembling with tears.

One million three hundred thousand.

Just for that 1.3 million.

She was so happy when she spent money on the game, and now she regrets it so much.

It's not that I regret spending money on the game, it's that I regret spending so much money and still not getting the skin I want.

Damn it, this stupid Three Kingdoms Kill game has a server-wide guaranteed payout!

She was leaning against the box, questioning her existence, when her phone vibrated.

She struggled to pull her phone out of her pocket and saw a message from her "good brother".

Hey bro: Log on! Let's play a couple of rounds!

Jiang Miaomiao's lips curved slightly, and she was about to reply when another message suddenly popped up in the message bar above.

Note: Cold.

Han: [Transfer] 100,000.00 yuan

Han: Baby, are you done with your work? I miss you so much! (´;ω;`)

Han: Baby, are you tired today? My best friend is going to Kyoto next week to meet someone she met online, and I'm going with her. I'll come find you then!

Han: Baby, why are you ignoring me again? (╥﹏╥)

Jiang Miaomiao stared at the series of messages sent by "Han", especially the transfer of 100,000 yuan, and a light suddenly lit up in her tired eyes.

She quickly tapped the payment button.

Then I typed a reply:

Xiaosai: Honey, I'm done with work! I was just working and didn't see the message.

Xiaosa: I moved equipment all morning and I'm exhausted, but thinking about my wife makes me feel better!

Xiaosai: Honey, shall we meet?

Han: Yeah, what's wrong? Doesn't the baby want to see me? I can give the baby a hug~

Xiaosai: Ah, honey, you know I recently scratched my face, so it's not very convenient for us to meet, right?

After sending the message, she switched back to the "good buddy" chat window and quickly typed a line:

Hey bro, wait a minute, I need to reply to a message first, I'll be online right away.

Then switch back.

Han: Oh, right, I'm sorry baby, I forgot. Ծ‸Ծ

Han: Then you should focus on recovering. We can talk about meeting later.

Then came another transfer of 10.

Jiang Miaomiao immediately accepted the money, pressed her phone to her chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and her eyes curved into two crescent moons.

"One hundred thousand...hehe..."

As she was happily thinking about it, someone walked into the warehouse.

"Jiang Miaomiao, you can rest now. You don't need to work this afternoon."

Jiang Miaomiao was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at the staff member who had come over to inform her. Her expression changed from surprise to confusion: "Huh? Didn't you say I had to work all day?"

"The boss said you can take a break." The staff member, also confused, shrugged. "Anyway, you don't have to work anymore, but you'll still get paid daily."

Jiang Miaomiao blinked. Although she didn't know what had happened, she understood the words "getting paid without working".

"Okay, okay, thank you!" She nodded quickly, put her phone back in her pocket, picked up her bag, and practically skipped and jumped as she ran out.

As she reached the door, she glanced back at the heavy equipment cases in the warehouse, then at her blistered hands, and thought:

I wish I could just lie here and collect money every day.

However, what she didn't know was that at the same time, in Ai Yi's studio...

Xia Anmian was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the conference room, with a cup of coffee that had gone cold in front of her.

On the sofa opposite her sat a young man in a custom-made suit, who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

He has regular features but isn't particularly good-looking; he exudes an aura of "I'm rich."

"Ms. Xia, we have finalized the entire cooperation plan. All that remains are some minor adjustments."

Liu Ming's tone was very respectful, even a little cautious, "Is there anything else we can do to help?"

Xia Anmian flipped through a few pages of the document in front of her and nodded: "Okay, the plan is fine, let's go with this. I'll have the team follow up on the specific execution, you just need to deliver on time."

"Okay, okay." Liu Ming nodded repeatedly, then tentatively asked...

"Miss Xia, it's almost noon. Would you do me the honor of having lunch with me? I know a good Japanese restaurant nearby; the chef came from Tokyo..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Anmian's phone vibrated.

She glanced down, and then the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

It was a message from Jiang Yi, asking her what time they would meet that evening.

She looked up and smiled apologetically at Liu Ming: "No, I have an appointment for lunch."

Liu Ming's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and nodded with a smile: "Then another day, another day."

He didn't dare ask any more questions.

Before he came, his grandfather repeatedly warned him that this Miss Xia was no ordinary person, and that his trip to Kyoto was ostensibly to discuss cooperation, but in reality, he was there to "show his loyalty."

You can't afford to offend her, no matter who you are.

He didn't know who Xia Anmian was, but he never dared to disobey his grandfather.

"Alright, that's all for today." Xia Anmian stood up, picked up her bag, and said, "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." The man stood up and bowed slightly.

Xia Anmian walked out of the conference room and instructed her assistant who was waiting at the door: "Let the new girl in the warehouse rest this afternoon, but pay her salary as usual."

The assistant paused for a moment, but quickly nodded: "Okay, Mr. Xia."

After arranging all this, Xia Anmian strode towards the elevator, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.