I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Mo Xiangwen patiently explained, "This isn't favoritism, it's just that there are objective limitations. If you can't sleep, you can't sleep, there's nothing I can do. How about I hold you while you sleep?"

"You're dreaming," Su Mengyao scoffed.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Mo Xiangwen said helplessly. "I'll give you my spot and go sleep in your room."

"Then what's the point?"

The noise they made eventually woke up Bai Shishi, who was a light sleeper.

She groggily opened her eyes and saw Su Mengyao by the bedside. Her first reaction was to apologize: "Sister Mengyao, I'm sorry, don't be angry." Her voice was still heavy with sleepiness.

Startled at first, Su Mengyao softened upon seeing Bai Shishi's reaction and said gently, "I'm the one who should apologize. I was wrong before; I scared you by losing my temper."

Bai Shishi shook her head and whispered, "Sister Mengyao is the best."

The two have thus made up.

However, after Bai Shishi's interruption, Su Mengyao felt too embarrassed to insist on squeezing into the bed, which was clearly not big enough for three people, in front of her.

She looked at Bai Shishi, who had closed her eyes again and shrank closer to Mo Xiangwen, and then at Mo Xiangwen's helpless expression. She could only reluctantly pick up her pillow.

"Never mind, I'm going back." She muttered softly, a little unwilling, and tiptoed out of the room again.

Five o'clock the next morning.

The shrill alarm clock rang in Su Mengyao's quiet room, breaking the silence of the early morning.

Su Mengyao was suddenly awakened from her sleep and turned off the alarm clock.

In the instant she regained consciousness, she remembered that the reason she set the alarm was so that her sister wouldn't find out and she could sneak out of Mo Xiangwen's room as soon as possible.

As a result, I couldn't go last night, and I was forced to wake up early this morning.

At this time of day, Bai Shishi must still be snuggled up next to Mo Xiangwen, fast asleep.

She buried her face in the blanket and let out a mournful cry.

"Damn it—."

Chapter 217 I'm Not Playing Games Anymore

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, gently illuminating the studio floor.

Occasionally, the sounds of keyboard typing and book pages turning could be heard from the studio.

Although everyone was working or studying very seriously, the studio was filled with a lazy atmosphere.

More than a month has passed since he confessed his feelings to Su Mengyao, and the game's development is progressing steadily.

Of course, Bai Shishi's learning progress is also progressing.

Bai Shishi sat down next to Mo Xiangwen and handed him the workbook.

Mo Xiangwen tapped his finger lightly on the open textbook: "Do you understand the meaning and usage of the line 'If the whole world praises him, he will not be encouraged; if the whole world criticizes him, he will not be discouraged' from now on?" in the "Free and Easy Wandering" chapter?

Bai Shishi bit her pen, her head tilting unconsciously towards him, a few strands of silver hair brushing against his arm. She stared at the annotation for a while, then softly replied, "Hmm... it means that even if the whole world praises him, he won't work harder; even if the whole world denies him, he won't be more discouraged. It refers to inner strength, unaffected by external influences, right?"

She suddenly looked up at him, her eyes bright, and said with a hint of longing, "If only I could get into H University. Then I could rightfully call Xiang Wen 'senior'."

"Or, 'senior'? That sounds more special?"

"Senior, senior?" Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a moment, and the image of Bai Shishi wearing H University's school uniform, looking up at him sweetly under the cherry blossom tree and calling him "senior" flashed through his mind.

Oh, wait, this isn't a Japanese anime storyline, there's no drama here.

However, if Bai Shishi really does get in, it will be around autumn when she enters. It would be wonderful if a beautiful white-haired girl called him "senior" amidst the falling leaves.

The thought warmed his heart, and he abruptly turned to look at Yan Nuoya at another table, his tone urgent: "Nuoya! Seriously, with Shishi's current progress, do you think she can get into H University this year?"

Yan Nuoya stopped typing.

She looked up from the screen, rolled her eyes at him helplessly, and said softly, "It's unlikely. Although Shishi's foundation is much, much better than yours back then, not everyone is as gifted as you. Judging from her current grades and learning progress, she will most likely get into a decent university in the college entrance examination, but there is still a gap between her and H University."

"Is it really, really impossible? Is there absolutely no possibility?" Mo Xiangwen asked unwillingly, "Dear Yan, can't you think of a way?"

"No." Yan Nuoya's answer was firm, and she immediately looked away from the screen: "Shishi is a smart and good student, but she's not like a freak like you."

"Calling me a pervert is too much, Yan." Mo Xiangwen sighed, his face full of resentment: "No, I still have to think of a way."

"hehe."

Dear Yan didn't want to talk to him and seemed unusually indifferent.

Bai Shishi quickly reached out her small hand and gently tugged at Mo Xiangwen's sleeve, whispering to comfort him, "It's okay, Xiangwen. If I don't pass the exam this year, I'll just repeat a year."

Mo Xiangwen was still sighing, and Su Mengli couldn't help but chuckle at his appearance.

Su Mengli teased, "It seems Xiang Wen really wants to hear Shi Shi call him 'senior' and 'elder brother'."

Bai Shishi blinked her scarlet eyes, looked at Mo Xiangwen, and said very seriously, "It's okay, Xiangwen can call me anytime he wants to hear it."

"Senior? Senior? Which one does Xiang Wen prefer?"

“Although it sounds good now,” Mo Xiangwen’s ears burned slightly as he scratched his head and laughed, “I always feel that it would be even more enjoyable and fulfilling to listen to it again when Shishi really becomes my junior and we are on that campus.”

Sitting diagonally opposite, facing the digital screen where she was sketching the background, Su Mengyao put down her pressure-sensitive pen, sighed softly, and drawled out, "Sigh—men."

Mo Xiangwen coughed lightly, pretending not to understand the multiple meanings she was implying.

"Alright, let's stop here for Chinese for now." Mo Xiangwen composed himself and gently ruffled Bai Shishi's hair. "Shishi, take a rest. Mengli will teach you the humanities subjects later."

Bai Shishi felt the touch on her head and nodded obediently.

Mo Xiangwen returned to his position and continued working.

Just then, Su Mengyao stood up with her tablet in her hand.

She walked briskly to Mo Xiangwen's side, and very naturally bent down, her arm almost touching his shoulder. This movement caused a few strands of her smooth black hair to fall down, the ends of which brushed against Mo Xiangwen's arm.

"Could I borrow your mouse?" Su Mengyao asked.

Mo Xiangwen suppressed the excitement in his heart and immediately withdrew his hand from the mouse.

"You use it."

Su Mengyao opened the chat group and then opened an audio file from the chat history.

"Xiang Wen, listen to this for me, is this the feeling you want?" She leaned close, her voice softer than usual, her warm breath gently brushing against his ear.

Before Mo Xiangwen could make an assessment, she quickly opened another one: "Would you like to listen to this one too?"

Su Mengyao's actions caused Yan Nuoya, who was typing on the keyboard not far away, to pause almost imperceptibly.

She didn't even lift her eyelids, but she slightly increased the pressure of her fingertips tapping.

Su Mengli on the other side raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise.

Music? Why didn't you discuss it with me first? Why did you go straight to Xiang Wen?

Whether from a habitual or professional standpoint, we should look for her first, and then look for Xiang Wen, right?

Bai Shishi also raised her small face and looked at the two people who were almost touching. A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. She just lowered her head and quietly flipped through her workbook, her slender fingers unconsciously pinching the edge of the pages.

Mo Xiangwen carefully examined the two audio recordings, rubbing his chin: "Hmm... I think the second one is better, the sound is softer, and it matches our overall style better... However, considering the need to match the visuals, I think asking Mengli might be better."

“That makes sense. I’ll go back and ask my sister.” Su Mengyao smiled happily, straightened up, and returned to her seat in a good mood.

"Sis, listen to this..."

The room was quiet for the time being.

After a while, Yan Nuoya stood up expressionlessly, picked up his cup, and walked towards the coffee table.

A short while later, he returned with two steaming cups of black coffee, placing one of them directly next to Mo Xiangwen's mousepad, while carrying the other cup back to his seat.

Mo Xiangwen paused for a moment, then looked up at Yan Nuoya. He didn't actually like bitter coffee.

But then he thought that perhaps Yan Nuoya thought he was prone to drowsiness in the afternoon and was trying to cheer him up, so he still showed a grateful smile: "Thank you, Nuoya."

Yan Nuoya simply gave a faint "hmm," her gaze remaining fixed on her screen.

After thanking Wen, Mo continued working for a while, then felt a little thirsty and picked up the cup of coffee.

He habitually blew on it, then took a big gulp.

The next second, an intensely bitter taste exploded in his mouth.

He forced himself to swallow, his face contorting in pain. He quickly put down the cup, gasping for breath, "Ouch, so bitter!"

He turned to look at Yan Nuoya, who was coding expressionlessly beside him, and asked with a bitter face, "Nuoya, this coffee is way too energizing. Do you have any sugar? Give me a packet."

Yan Nuoya didn't even look up, her calm voice carrying a hint of a smile: "That's all. Just the last pack, I've used it all up."

"Huh? That's all?" Mo Xiangwen repeated subconsciously, glancing at Yan Nuoya's slightly upturned lips and then at his own cup of pure black coffee.

He suddenly remembered that Noah clearly remembered that he didn't like bitter coffee and usually went downstairs to buy drinks. Why did she make him coffee today?

He opened his mouth, looked at Yan Nuoya's lips, and finally realized that something was wrong.

He awkwardly touched his nose, said nothing more, and simply picked up the cup of bitter coffee and took another small sip.

It's still so bitter.

At this moment, Su Mengyao came over with her tablet again, this time asking for suggestions on the scene illustrations.

Su Mengli looked thoughtfully at her younger sister, who had just returned to her seat after asking a question.

Su Mengyao noticed her sister's gaze and looked up after sitting down, asking somewhat guiltily, "Sister, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Su Mengli withdrew her gaze and refocused on the drawing in front of her. Her tone was calm as she casually changed the subject. "I recently saw a new game where you fight against huge dragons or monsters. There are many weapons available, and the advertisement says the combat feels good. But I didn't notice if it supports online play."

"Is it difficult?" Bai Shishi immediately raised her head and asked.

"I think it's pretty simple." Su Mengli smiled. "But since it's a 3D action game, it should really test your reaction speed and skills."

Upon hearing this, Bai Shishi thought for a moment and shook her head slightly: "Then I'll just look at the antiques."

Mo Xiangwen, who was trying to sip his bitter coffee slowly, looked up instinctively when he heard Su Mengli's words.

A huge dragon or monster? That sounds so familiar.

Mo Xiangwen revealed a smug smile: "You guys are talking about Monster Hunter, right? The one that just came out a while ago? I have some experience using the long sword."

Yan Nuoya raised her head again, looking at Mo Xiangwen with obvious confusion in her eyes.

She spent almost all her holidays with Mo Xiangwen, and the same thing happened most of the time after she came back. When did he play this new game?

Su Mengyao was also drawn into the conversation, instantly forgetting what had just happened, and leaned over curiously to ask, "Xiang Wen, have you tried it? What did you think?"

"Overall it's alright. The combat system is the essence, requiring a high level of reaction and skill." Mo Xiangwen thought carefully for a moment, then commented, "However, it only supports up to four players online, which isn't very suitable for so many of us to play together. Also, collecting materials in the early stages might be a bit tedious."

When Bai Shishi heard him say that, she shook her head even more.

"I'll just watch you guys play. I'm not good at 3D action games, and my reaction speed isn't fast either."

"It's okay, we can just play another game," Mo Xiangwen said with a smile. "Anyway, there's more than one game, let's look around some more."

Bai Shishi hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head firmly.

Mo Xiangwen was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time Bai Shishi had rejected him.

"I want to get into H University and be with everyone," Bai Shishi said firmly. "So, I've decided to stop playing games."

P.S.: To be honest, I don't remember if the "Free and Easy Wandering" section was on the exam; I just found it online.

written request for leave.

Moyu Tiao (a popular online forum for relaxation), as usual, taking a break at the beginning of the month to relax and rejuvenate. Happy holidays everyone! (The last part is a string of random characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Chapter 218 Su Yuntao's Second Visit (4K Two-in-One)

Several thick books on narratology and psychology were spread out in front of Su Mengli. Her fingertips moved frequently between the keyboard and the pages, and she would carefully flip through the book after typing almost every paragraph.

He would stop every now and then, jot something down in his notebook, his brow furrowed, lost in thought.

"Sis, you've practically dissected 'Xia Chenlu' from head to toe," Su Mengyao peeked out from behind her sofa, looking at the dense notes in her sister's hand. "Do you even need to add details about whether she was afraid of the dark when she was little, or when she first lied?"

Su Mengli didn't even look up, her pen continuing to write in her notebook: "The flesh and blood of a character are hidden in the details. A truly moving character's choices must stem from her past."

"Yes, yes, yes, a future screenwriter." Su Mengyao stuck out her tongue, then pulled it back to continue sketching her scene.

After a while, Su Mengli picked up her cup, took a sip of water, and turned to Mo Xiangwen: "By the way, Xiangwen, regarding game promotion, I recently contacted several platforms and discussed basic advertising matters. In addition, I also screened some content creators whose styles and game fields are compatible, and had preliminary discussions about cooperation intentions."

Mo Xiangwen snapped out of his reverie and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."