I really like your sand sculpture group friends

She lowered her eyes somewhat embarrassedly and quickly changed the subject: "By the way... why did you suddenly say you wanted to eat barbecue so late?"

Even though he knew Su Mengyao was asking a question she already knew the answer to, Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment before slowly explaining, "There were many things I couldn't understand before, and I was often in a bad mood."

“Whenever I’m in a bad mood, I go to that familiar barbecue restaurant by myself,” Mo Xiangwen said with a smile. “The owner recognizes me because I come here often, so she often gives me extra and discounts.”

"Then gradually, it became a habit to eat it when I was in a bad mood and to eat it when I was in a good mood."

Su Mengyao remained silent for a while, then picked up the fruit beer and took a big gulp.

In fact, she knew that she couldn't hide her emotions from Xiang Wen, let alone her sister. Nuoya might not have noticed yet, but if things continued like this, it was only a matter of time.

As for asking why I suddenly came to eat barbecue, it was just a rhetorical question to hear the answer I wanted.

Although I didn't hear it in the end, it was pretty much the same.

"I'm drunk," Su Mengyao said softly, glancing at the mouth of the beer can.

As if to prove that what she said was true, her shoulders suddenly lost their support and collapsed.

Mo Xiangwen glanced at the "Fruit Drink" label on the can and nodded heavily as if agreeing with her: "Yeah, you're drunk."

"So, what I'm about to say..." Su Mengyao suddenly laughed, "Just take it as me talking nonsense."

Mo Xiangwen blinked: "I'm drunk too, I don't understand what you're saying."

"If we start from the reasons," Su Mengyao said softly, "it will be a long story."

It's a good thing that he's willing to talk to her; why worry about how long it takes?

Mo Xiangwen thought to himself, but nodded gently on the surface: "It's okay, we have plenty of time..." He suddenly turned his head and shouted towards the grill: "Boss, please give us another serving of all the skewers we just ordered!"

"Okay!" the boss outside the door replied cheerfully.

Su Xiangyao was taken aback by his decisiveness and then chuckled, "It's not that long... never mind."

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and began to speak slowly and deliberately: "My sister and I are twins."

Mo Xiangwen didn't reply, but leaned forward slightly, adopting a posture of focused listening.

“Just because we look exactly alike, it seems like everyone takes it for granted that we should all be cut from the same mold in terms of personality, hobbies… and abilities.” She paused, a hint of mockery in her voice. “Of course, what they think… isn’t entirely wrong.”

“My sister and I have liked almost exactly the same things since we were little.” She looked up at Mo Xiangwen and suddenly asked, “Personality… Xiangwen, do you think my sister and I have significant differences in personality?”

Mo Xiangwen, who was suddenly called out, nodded without hesitation: "I think it's quite obvious, isn't it? Mengyao, you're more outgoing, while Mengli..."

He hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering which word would be appropriate.

“My sister is more mature and has a more refined air about her than I do, right?” Su Mengyao took over the conversation, her face calm and her tone as indifferent as if she were talking about someone else: “But I used to have the exact same personality as my sister.”

Mo Xiangwen was slightly taken aback. Looking at Su Mengyao, whose expression was slowly turning towards disappointment, he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Unfortunately, when it comes to talent..." Su Mengyao pursed her lips, seemingly somewhat unwilling: "My sister is better than me in both academics and sports."

"At that time, I thought, since that's the case, then being good at games is a skill, right? At least I can be different in one aspect, and be better at it."

Su Mengyao's voice stopped there, and she didn't continue.

But Mo Xiangwen immediately understood what she hadn't yet said.

They've been playing games in the same group for so long, they know each other's skill levels perfectly well.

If there were no restrictions, his partnership with Yan Nuoya would be at the highest level, and below that would be Su Mengli.

However, if we separate him and Yan Nuoya and consider only their individual skill levels, the gap between him and Su Mengli is quite obvious.

...Of course, if it's in overload mode, that's a different story.

Ultimately, the gap between him and Yan Nuoya and Su Mengyao is not significant; they are all just at the level of ordinary game enthusiasts. It's just that Su Mengli is exceptionally strong.

Sometimes he would think that if Su Mengli weren't a rich girl, and if she practiced hard, maybe he could even see her on the professional stage.

However, there are no "what ifs." Given her personality and family background, she naturally wouldn't need to become a professional gamer to earn money.

“So,” Su Mengyao’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts, tinged with a hint of bitterness, “every time we go back to our hometown, the first person our relatives see and praise is always my sister.”

"Of course, they would compliment me later, saying I was pretty and that I was excellent..." She laughed self-deprecatingly, "But I always felt that it was just to avoid making the scene too awkward, and that they were just including me in the conversation."

"Later, I really didn't want to be treated as the older sister's... um, the subordinate?" Su Mengyao hesitated for a moment, then continued, "So, I started trying to change myself."

"There's nothing you can do about hobbies; it's hard to control what you like."

"And I've also done silly things like trying to surpass my sister in at least one subject, even when I'm working harder." Su Mengyao scratched her face a little embarrassedly. "But even now, I'm still getting tutoring from my sister."

"I had no other choice, so I thought of personality."

"Although I don't know why I'm trying so hard to change my personality and try to appear more lively and cheerful, it's the only thing I can do." Su Mengyao smiled, a sense of relief on her face: "Thankfully, at least this worked."

Chapter 159 Su Mengyao's Lack of Confidence

"Mengyao..." Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table, before deciding to ask directly, "What exactly do you think of Mengli?"

"Sister?" Su Mengyao blinked in confusion. "What do you mean by 'how you think of your sister'..."

Halfway through her sentence, she looked at Mo Xiangwen's cautious, hesitant expression and suddenly realized what he meant, leaving her feeling both amused and exasperated.

"So in your mind, I'm the kind of bad woman who's jealous of her own sister, like those characters in TV dramas?" Su Mengyao stretched out her finger and poked his cheek in dissatisfaction. "You've disappointed me so much, Xiao Mo! I trusted you so much and told you everything."

This... according to the usual plot development, shouldn't it be like this? Could it be that I've also been poisoned by those melodramatic TV dramas? Mo Xiangwen muttered to himself, but on the surface he let her fingers do whatever they wanted, only awkwardly turning his gaze away, and stubbornly refuting in a low voice: "No... absolutely not."

Su Mengyao seemed to see through his guilty conscience and chuckled softly. But the laughter quickly faded, and the expression on her face gradually softened, returning to her previous dejected look.

“Actually… what you think is reasonable.” Su Mengyao pouted and said softly, “If she weren’t Su Mengli, and not my sister… I would probably be so jealous I’d die.”

"But," she paused, her eyes slightly unfocused, "she was more mature than me from a young age, always giving in to me and spoiling me."

“My family is relatively well-off. We never skimped on toys or new clothes for either of us.”

Su Mengyao's tone carried a hint of shame: "But when I was little, I was ignorant. It wasn't enough to just have the same thing. When I saw that my sister's was better, or I was simply jealous that she was better than me, I wanted to be willful and have both of them."

"My sister never fights for anything. As long as I give her a look that I want, she will always give it to me in the end."

“My parents are very busy. Most of my childhood memories are spent with my older sister.” Su Mengyao seemed to be lost in memories: “After I became a little more sensible, if I didn’t want to learn or do something, my sister would tell our parents to let her do it.”

"Although she sometimes disciplines me like a mother and occasionally taps me on the head."

As Su Mengyao spoke, she subconsciously touched her forehead.

“But I can’t bring myself to hate her, I just can’t.” Su Mengyao smiled, her smile full of helplessness: “How could I possibly hate a sister like this?”

“So, sometimes, I want to help her.” She pursed her lips. “Sometimes, I also want to prove myself, that I’m not incapable of doing anything wrong… That’s why I chose to take my sister’s place in the competition this morning.”

"In the end, we still lost miserably." Su Mengyao sighed, "I really can't do anything right."

After she finished speaking, she let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had finally poured out something that had been pent up for a long time. Then she looked up at Mo Xiangwen, her tone tinged with self-deprecation and barely perceptible tension: "Well? Is this what you wanted to know? After hearing it, don't you think... it's pretty ridiculous?"

Under Su Mengyao's somewhat anxious and apprehensive gaze, Mo Xiangwen did not answer immediately.

He pondered for a while, then threw back a question: "How do you see me and Yan Nuoya compared to you and Mengli?"

"Huh?" Su Mengyao was taken aback when he suddenly asked that question.

She thought about it carefully before answering uncertainly, "A bit like me and my sister? We have similar hobbies and personalities...we're all quite aloof and withdrawn. And...and I feel like there's a strange unspoken understanding between you, like you can understand each other's thoughts without even saying a word."

The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, and she even looked at Mo Xiangwen with a hint of suspicion: "So, you and Nuoya aren't really long-lost siblings? How come you seem to have even more chemistry than my sister and I, the real twins?"

"?" Mo Xiangwen finally understood why Su Mengli sometimes couldn't help but want to knock Su Mengyao's head—he was now having that urge too.

“It’s not actually what you think.” Mo Xiangwen shook his head and explained seriously, “Most of the time, Yan Nuoya can accurately understand my thoughts and intentions, while I… often can’t figure out what she’s thinking.”

“However, that’s not important.” He changed the subject: “What I want to say is that although Yan Nuoya and I are not as close as you two twins, we are indeed very similar in many ways.”

“Even so, Yan Nuoya’s strengths and mine are not entirely the same.” Mo Xiangwen looked at her and said slowly, “Leibniz said, ‘Everything is different.’ There are no two things in the world that are exactly the same. You can’t even find two identical leaves in the world, let alone people, who are much more complex.”

"Different people are naturally good at different things. Isn't that a normal and natural thing?"

He paused, giving Su Mengyao some time to process what he was saying, before continuing, "Besides, don't you already have an area where you're better than Mengli?"

"...Really?" Su Mengyao was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

“When we were working on ‘Fox Wandering in Chang’an,’” Mo Xiangwen reminded him, his tone tinged with a helpless sigh, “weren’t you very active, offering a lot of visual ideas for the characters and scenes? Even Mengli herself said that you were more talented and perceptive than her in terms of painting aesthetics, color sense, and music theory, right?”

"Hmm..." Su Mengyao subconsciously bit her lower lip, her fingers twisting together, her eyes darting around: "That...that was just my sister being modest, letting me win...If she were to take it seriously..."

"You mean," Mo Xiangwen interrupted her calmly, questioning, "that when Mengli was giving it her all in the game, she didn't show her true strength and sincerity? That she was just going through the motions? You think Mengli, your sister, is that kind of person?"

"No! That's not what I meant!" Su Mengyao immediately retorted, her voice rising slightly before falling back down like a punctured balloon.

She lowered her head, her voice filled with unease and doubt, and asked softly, "...Really? I...I really do have...areas where I'm better than my sister?"

“Really, and it’s not just in this area.” Mo Xiangwen answered decisively, looking at her with certainty: “There are many more places, we just haven’t discovered them yet.”

"If you still lack confidence in yourself and still can't believe in yourself... that's okay."

"Then let me tell you, and I will give it to you."

My computer is having a minor problem. (Or rather, I'm slacking off.)

As the title says, I've already tried to solve it. If I can, I might be able to update this morning; if not, then I'll just slack off. My computer is old and often has all sorts of little problems, which is quite annoying. (Purple sweet potato pudding)

The time in the top left corner is not a lie.

However, you can think of it as me trying to relax and adjust my mindset. I've been staying up late lately and my health isn't very good.

Chapter 160 A home visit is impossible.

"Noah, I feel like I can't live without you."

Because it was the weekend and she had no plans to go out, Noah, who was still wearing her white nightgown, was suddenly called by him and was slightly taken aback.

"Okay, fine." Yan Nuoya quickly realized what was going on and nodded slightly with a blank expression. "However, let's skip it at a time like this."

Mo Xiangwen looked sorrowful and asked in a somewhat distressed tone, "Why?"

Yan Nuoya rolled her eyes at him, gave a small yawn, and said, "I'm going back to sleep. You guys have fun." After saying that, Yan Nuoya ignored him, went back to her room, and closed the door.

It was the weekend, but he and Su Mengyao were already up in the living room early in the morning, waiting for him. Su Mengli, according to Mengyao, still had some things to prepare and confirm, so she was still in the bedroom.

Sigh, he also wants to be like Noah, staying home all day in his pajamas.

Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking.

As agreed, I was supposed to meet their parents today... I don't know why, but just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt, and I feel quite resistant to it.

Sitting next to him, Su Mengyao found it somewhat amusing, a slight smile playing on her lips. She reached out and patted his thigh, saying, "It can't be that bad. What can my father do to you if we just go to meet him?"

“Of course you make it sound easy,” Mo Xiangwen sighed. “You’ll understand when you meet your friends’ parents.”

"Okay."

"Going out to meet them is nothing more than saying 'Hello, boss'..."

Mo Xiangwen paused as he spoke, feeling as if he had misheard something. He turned to look at Su Mengyao, only to see her looking at him with an innocent expression.

"Did you just say something?" he asked.

"Hey, when are you going to take us to your hometown for a visit?" Su Mengyao blinked and asked with a smile, "Are there any fun places in your hometown? When are we on holiday and can we go together for a trip, like a team building activity?"

?

Mo Xiangwen had no idea how things had turned out this way.

Team building? You can't have team building anywhere. Playing games in the studio with five other players, that's called team building too.

"No." Mo Xiangwen immediately refused when he thought about bringing a girl back home and how annoying his parents would be. "My hometown is a small town with no tourist attractions."

"Hey... Junior Mo, you're being a bit stingy." Su Mengyao chuckled, "What's wrong with going out for fun? You don't have to pay for the transportation. What's wrong with treating your senior to meals for a few days?"

"It's just a matter of providing you with meals for a few days, senior. No problem." Mo Xiangwen chuckled. "Then I'll order takeout for the rest of the week."

"So stingy, so stingy," Su Mengyao whispered, covering her mouth in mockery.

Just then, Su Mengli finally came out of the room. Seeing the two laughing and joking, she asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Hey, sis, I told Xiang Wen I'd like to visit his place sometime," Su Mengyao chuckled. "But he still doesn't want to."

Su Mengli smiled and shook her head, advising, "Then let's forget about it, it's time to set off."

Su Mengyao nodded, stood up from the sofa, and took the lead out the door.

Just as Mo Xiangwen stood up, Su Mengli suddenly walked up to him.