I really like your sand sculpture group friends

“I’ll go.” Mo Xiangwen replied immediately, his voice tinged with a hint of grievance: “I love playing double tank combos with Pigeon the most. Saying that playing tanks isn’t fun is definitely a lie. Let me do it.”

It has to be said that his chemistry with the pigeon is truly top-notch. Whether it's the exchange of shields or switching players to hold the line, they hardly need to communicate.

His charging hammer and the pigeon-like Zarya not only take on the responsibility of holding the line, but their output is also no less than that of the carry.

With sufficient pressure and extra work done in the front row, the output and healing environment in the back row naturally becomes very comfortable.

They won game after game, almost effortlessly, until they finally got a clean sweep of green, and everyone logged off feeling relieved.

After logging off, Mo Xiangwen remembered the novel cover and asked a question in the group chat.

Human and Dragon in Harmony: Does anyone know the artist behind this?

Almost instantly, someone jumped out to reply.

Bai Bai: Yes, yes, I know him.

"Pigeon" means "I don't know him/her".

Bai Bai: I know him!!!

Use an allure: you don't know them.

Bai Bai: Xiao Yi, look at me! I recognize you!

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: I was originally going to ask her for you, but since we've met for nothing, you should ask her instead.

Human and Dragon in One: Okay, bye-bye, I'll message you privately.

Mo Xiangwen clicked on Bai Bai's Qiong Mei profile picture in the group and was immediately redirected to the private chat interface.

Human-Dragon Unity: Bai Bai, could you introduce me to that artist?

It's kind of funny, but he was the most advanced member of the group besides the guild leader and Xiao Huo, while Bai Bai only joined the group late, when the guild was about to disband.

But his first friend was Bai Bai.

There were about ten people in the group at the time, and the chat was quite fast. As a newbie, Bai Bai's questions were often ignored.

He was bored at the time, so he kept an eye on things and replied to her questions one by one.

Later, after the two became friends, Bai Bai simply asked him all her questions in private messages.

Bai Bai: Uh... she's a bit introverted and not very willing to add other people.

Bai Bai: But if Xiao Yi needs anything, I can pass it on to him!

Human-Dragon Unity: No... we also need to discuss price besides demand, it would be too much trouble for you to forward everything.

Bai Bai: Special offer! Absolutely the best price in the industry! I'll make her give Xiao Yi the most favorable discount!

Human-Dragon Unity: Does Bai Bai really understand the art circle?

Bai Bai: Hmm... a tiny bit?

Human and Dragon in One: I see. I'm relieved if you help me negotiate the price for free. I just wonder what this lady's art style is like.

Bai Bai: I think it should be alright, right?

Bai Bai: The file has been sent.

Bai Bai: Look at these pictures, she drew them all.

Mo Xiangwen downloaded the file, opened it, and found it to be quite good.

The girl in the picture, wearing white stockings, is petite with pure and captivating eyes.

However, there's one problem: why are they all girls in white stockings?

Well, his current need is for girls in white stockings, so it doesn't really matter.

Ask again if you have other needs later. Anyway, it's not like there are really artists who only know how to draw one type of character.

Human and Dragon in Harmony: I think it's drawn very well, so well that I feel I can't afford to hire this lady to draw the character's portrait.

Bai Bai: ! I'll speak for Xiao Yi, it'll definitely work.

Bai Bai: However, I also want to make a request on her behalf.

That's strange. These days, are there still artists who actively make requests?

Human-Dragon Unity: Oh? If you can get a discounted price, I can agree to any request.

Bai Bai: If there's anything you want me to draw after you're in first grade, you should ask my friend if they accept commissions first.

Human and Dragon in One: ? What a strange request. Is she short of orders? This drawing skill level shouldn't be like this.

Bai Bai: Uh, she doesn't like taking drawing orders.

Difficult to answer? Oh right, Bai Bai just mentioned that her friend is rather introverted.

However, since they are a good friend and offered to give me the best price, I should help them if I can.

Human-Dragon Harmony: Sure, if there's a discount, I'd be happy to keep ordering from your friend.

Human and Dragon in One: The file has been sent.

Human-Dragon Unity: This is a demand, thank you for your help. Please give me a quote when the time comes.

Bai Bai: Okay, I'll give it to her right away.

Bai Bai: Although I can't see it, Xiao Yi can't break the contract, okay?

"Human-Dragon Unity: A matter for long-term clients? No problem."

P.S.: Where's the drawing? Of course, there isn't one; it's all fictional.

Chapter 18 What are you doing? What are you doing, a grown man doing this?

Although the homeroom teacher said that students could pick up their admission notices from him during working hours—yes, the address is usually the school, in case the admission notice is lost.

After all, no one but the courier company can afford to take responsibility for a lost admission letter.

But Mo Xiangwen still dawdled and finally arrived at the school gate just before 18 PM.

For no other reason than to avoid the peak period when students come to pick up their admission notices.

He doesn't like crowds or being surrounded by people.

The school was quiet during the holidays; there were no songs playing over loudspeakers, and no students or teachers in sight.

The security guard seemed to remember him and greeted him in a friendly manner.

Mo Xiangwen filled in his name in the entry and exit record sheet on the table, and then, imitating others, wrote "[Receive Notice]" in the section for reasons at the back.

I walked through the quiet campus and arrived at the office building where I had run countless times to ask questions during my senior year of high school.

Looking through the window from the office door, you can see several teachers chatting and laughing inside.

Although he was puzzled as to why they were chatting around Xiang Ming, he decided to knock on the door first.

dong dong dong.

"Report—"

As soon as Mo Xiangwen finished speaking, all eyes in the office fell on him.

"It's Xiang Wen! You've finally arrived. I thought you weren't planning to come pick up your report card today." Xiang Ming nudged the teachers around him and waved to him: "Come on over, we've been waiting for you all day."

Mo Xiangwen walked into the office, thinking that the teachers would disperse for the time being and they could talk later.

To his surprise, they not only remained motionless, but their eyes followed him as if he were looking at some strange animal, which gave him goosebumps.

Isn't this a bit much? Didn't we get along quite well during this last month together?

Even if he wasn't a top student, he definitely wasn't a bad student either, right?

"Um, is there anything I can help you with, teachers?" Mo Xiangwen finally couldn't stand their stares and asked.

Unexpectedly, it was just a male teacher from an honors class who walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're a good kid."

The other homeroom teachers nodded in agreement and gave him a thumbs up.

Just as everyone had been rehearsing for a long time and waiting for his arrival, as soon as the performance was over, the class teachers returned to their seats to work.

Although he occasionally cast glances over, they were mainly directed at his homeroom teacher, Xiang Ming, with a hint of envy.

Mo Xiangwen walked over to the homeroom teacher and saw the last remaining admission notice on his desk and the stack of envelopes next to the computer.

The homeroom teacher pulled a chair out from under the desk: "Sit down."

"Uh, isn't it enough to just get the acceptance letter and leave?" Mo Xiangwen asked with some doubt, "Do I still need to listen to your teachings after I've already graduated?"

"Just sit down, I have something to talk to you about." The homeroom teacher looked at him, both amused and exasperated: "Why are you so wary?"

Mo Xiangwen had no choice but to sit down obediently, staring longingly at the red admission notice on the table.

The homeroom teacher sighed and had no choice but to take the admission notice off the table and hand it to him.

Mo Xiangwen received the admission notice and finally saw its full form.

The bright red envelope looked very festive, and under the logo of the logistics company, the full name of H University was written in gilded gold.

Following the full name of H University, the words "Admission Notice" are displayed in large print.

The rest consists of blank space and school icons.

He subconsciously placed his hand on the envelope, carefully feeling the texture of the school's name over and over again.

Suddenly I realized that all the hardship and exhaustion during this period, even the desperate efforts I made, were worthwhile.

Seeing his expression, the homeroom teacher chuckled and asked, "How are you? Happy?"

"To be honest, it feels great, and I'm very happy." Mo Xiangwen let out a soft breath, reluctantly shifting his gaze from the report card to his homeroom teacher: "Thank you for your guidance, homeroom teacher."

"Feeling good, huh? I feel good too." The homeroom teacher waved his hand. "This is all thanks to your own hard work. It has little to do with me. Do you want to guess where you stand among the candidates in this year's cohort?"

"Uh... top three?" Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment before boldly asking.

"First." The homeroom teacher couldn't help himself. He took out a cigarette from his breast pocket, lit it, took a deep drag, and then exhaled it out the window. He turned back to him with a smile and said, "And it's the first in the school's history."

First in history? I believe he's first in this tournament, but first in history? Is it really that exaggerated?

Mo Xiangwen looked at the homeroom teacher with some uncertainty: "Isn't this a bit of an exaggeration?"

"Nothing is more outrageous than your grades," the homeroom teacher said with a laugh. "Do you think this is a top-tier high school in the city, producing several students who get into top universities?"

"It's already quite remarkable that the school can produce a few students admitted to top-tier universities each year."

“Even students from second-tier and third-tier universities will have their numbers counted in detail by the school and then recorded on the school’s publicity board.”

Mo Xiangwen nodded thoughtfully; he still had some recollection of the promotional banner that stood at the school's entrance.

"So, the principal told me that he wanted you to say a few words to promote the school."

"Hey, no." Mo Xiangwen has always been a person who hates trouble, so he quickly waved his hand to refuse: "I think there are many talented people in the school. Next year there will be even better students than me. You can find them later."

“There is a scholarship. The principal said that in addition to the scholarship you received for getting into H University, he can also personally fund an extra one for you.”

"But then again, I did study here for three years of high school and have a very deep affection for the school. I am able to be where I am today without the careful guidance of the teachers and school leaders."

Mo Xiangwen managed to say a long sentence in one breath, paused to catch his breath, and continued, "It's just asking a few questions, leave it to me."

After saying that, he patted his chest, making a gesture as if to say, "Leave it to me."

The homeroom teacher shook his head, both amused and exasperated. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then handed him a red envelope.

Mo Xiangwen was taken aback and asked, "What is this?"

The homeroom teacher lowered his voice guiltily, "Don't ask anymore, just accept it. This is what you deserve as the matchmaker."

The matchmaker? Him?

Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a long time, and after trying to figure out the overload mode for a while, he still couldn't come up with a solution.

"I don't know the situation, so I can't accept it." Mo Xiangwen shook his head and refused.

A gentleman loves money, but he acquires it in a proper way. He wouldn't dare take a single piece of this inexplicable package.

The homeroom teacher sighed, then took out another invitation and placed it in his hand.

When Mo Xiangwen opened the invitation, he found his name prominently displayed on the list of invitees, and one of the couple getting married bore the familiar name "Xiang Ming".

Holy crap, the homeroom teacher is treating his own students to his own wedding wine?