I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment and quickly recalled, nodding slightly: "I remember, I originally planned to organize everyone to go out and play during the winter vacation."

"So you still remember? I thought you had forgotten long ago."

"Of course, this is something I promised you. My memory isn't that bad."

Hearing him say that, Su Mengyao's eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

However, she still gave a soft hum and nodded at him, seemingly somewhat reluctantly.

"At least you still have some conscience." Su Mengyao said with a pout, "However, I can't wait until winter break with the two of you like this."

"How about the long weekend next month?" Mo Xiangwen suggested. "Although we won't be able to see the hot springs in the snow in October, it would be nice to go and have a few days together."

“Okay, let’s go during the long weekend next month then.” Su Mengyao nodded in agreement, then smiled and said, “We’ll go on vacation under the guise of a team-building activity organized by the studio.”

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Chapter 258 Do I want them all?

Su Mengli's room door was ajar. Su Mengyao peeked in and saw her sister staring intently at the screen.

"Sis, why aren't you writing in the studio?" Su Mengyao walked in, closed the door behind her, plopped down on the bed, and looked at Su Mengli with a smile, saying, "It's so boring being alone."

Su Mengli snapped out of her reverie, turned to her sister and smiled gently: "Everyone is making great progress. If I'm still writing over there, they'll feel bad taking a break, and that won't do."

Su Mengyao paused, then fell silent.

Su Mengli didn't pay too much attention to it and instead focused her attention back on the screen.

However, her slightly furrowed brows and the slightly curled fingers resting on the keyboard proved that things weren't going so smoothly for her.

Su Mengyao's gaze fell on her sister's hands, which had been in that position for a long time.

"How about..." Su Mengyao hesitated before speaking, "Sister, shall I talk to you? Maybe I can get some inspiration?"

“No need,” Su Mengli shook her head, her smile still gentle and perfect: “It’s just a small problem, I can handle it myself.”

Looking at the flawless gentle mask on her sister's face, Su Mengyao swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She was silent for a few seconds, then said sullenly, "Alright then," and turned to leave the room.

In the hallway, she bumped into Mo Xiangwen as he came out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangwen asked casually when he saw her pouting.

"Nothing, I just don't like someone." Su Mengyao snorted and went straight back to her room, slamming the door shut.

Mo Xiangwen glanced at her tightly closed door, then looked at Su Mengli's half-closed door, lost in thought.

He walked to the door and knocked gently.

"Mengli, may I come in?"

"Please come in." Su Mengli's voice came, tinged with a hint of doubt: "Xiang Wen? Is there something you need?"

Mo Xiangwen pushed the door open and closed it behind him. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at her: "Come here to boost Miss Mengli's favorability and try to get her to agree to my confession as soon as possible."

Su Mengli was taken aback at first, then her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she shook her head with a smile: "Then you'll have to wait. Sit down."

After saying that, he turned his gaze back to the screen, his fingers resting on the keyboard again, but he still didn't move.

Mo Xiangwen readily sat down on the small sofa next to him and said with a smile, "As expected of the gentle Miss Mengli, she would agree to such an unreasonable request."

“You’re just saying that,” Su Mengli said without looking up, a slight smile playing on her lips. “With your personality of never coming to me unless you need something, why would you come to me with this for no reason? But if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask. We’ll talk about it when you’re ready.”

"Oops, you saw through me." Mo Xiangwen feigned disappointment and asked, "Isn't it important to come here to boost Miss Mengli's favorability?"

Su Mengli finally turned her head, looked him over carefully, and shook her head with a light laugh: "I don't remember Mr. Xiang Wen being such a glib and frivolous guy."

"Okay, I give up." Mo Xiangwen raised his hands in surrender: "Then you go ahead with your work, I promise to keep quiet."

Su Mengli blinked, then decided to ignore him and refocus her attention on the screen.

The room fell silent, with only the sound of their steady, even breathing.

Time ticked by, but the document still contained only a few lines of text, the cursor stubbornly blinking as if mocking her helplessness.

Seeing her increasingly furrowed brows, Mo Xiangwen finally spoke again, asking softly, "Mengli, have you encountered a bottleneck?"

Su Mengli remained silent for a moment before softly humming in agreement.

"Xia Chenlu's personal storyline?"

"Ah."

"Is there anything I can help with?" Mo Xiangwen stood up and stretched, half-jokingly saying, "I can't speak for other things, but I should be quite good at plot structure and character development. Besides, as the chief writer, I should also review your writing."

Su Mengli remained silent, her gaze fixed on the blank document, as if she were struggling.

If we follow his logic, it's not wrong; sooner or later it will all have to go through his review.

After a long pause, she asked somewhat reluctantly, "Xiang Wen, what do you think is more important for a role? Is it following the most common-sense approach, which might be the best choice in theory for oneself, or... chasing those seemingly greedy and unrealistic dreams?"

Her question was abstract, but Mo Xiangwen understood almost immediately where she was stuck.

The character Xia Chenlu is constrained by Su Mengli's own common sense.

Mengli has excellent language skills, but she has no experience in these commercial creative works.

Instead of answering directly, he countered, "Why not ask her? What about the people around her? Like her friends, like... the male protagonist? Perhaps they don't see her idea as greedy, and are even willing to accompany her to realize that seemingly impossible dream?"

He looked at her slightly widened eyes and continued in a confident tone, "Perhaps people don't find her desire for friends, career, and love annoying; on the contrary, they find her just as adorable?"

“I want them all…” Su Mengli repeated the word in a low voice, then shook her head with a wry smile: “In reality, there’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

“But this isn’t reality, Mengli,” Mo Xiangwen explained patiently. “This is a game. It’s a world we created to make players happy and satisfied.”

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on her somewhat dazed face.

"Why can't Xia Chenlu achieve her career goals and find a fulfilling romance here? As long as everyone is happy together, why can't she have it all?"

Su Mengli was speechless, staring blankly at him.

In his logic, all of this seemed to be a matter of course and a logical conclusion.

"You're not trying to use this opportunity to persuade me, are you?" Su Mengli feigned composure and chuckled lightly, "I'm not so easily fooled by you."

Just then, Mo Xiangwen looked at her, suddenly smiled, and his tone became exceptionally serious.

"Miss Mengli, I like you."

Su Mengli's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up to meet his gaze.

He continued, his voice clear: "And I love you all. I love how I feel when I'm with each and every one of you. There's no contradiction."

Su Mengli looked at him in silence.

This is his second confession, which is enough to prove that his confession some time ago was not a joke at all.

Silence spread through the room, and a subtle, tense atmosphere hung in the air.

Finally, Mo Xiangwen was the first to stand up, breaking the silence.

His face returned to its usual gentle smile, as if the confession he had just made was merely a casual remark.

"It's getting late," Mo Xiangwen said softly. "Mengli, you should get some rest too. We're heading to the hot springs early tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he smiled at Su Mengli, who was still in a daze, turned around and left the room, gently closing the door behind him.

Su Mengli was left alone, staring at the still blank document on the screen, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Do you want them all...?"

Chapter 259 Hot Spring Trip

Ever since hearing Xiang Wen's confession and the phrase "I want it all" last night, Su Mengli hasn't slept well at all.

She tossed and turned in bed, clutching the soft blanket. Every time she closed her eyes, that sentence echoed repeatedly in her mind, making her feel agitated.

She could only keep repeating to herself, "A game is a game, and reality is reality," in an attempt to convince herself.

"What do you mean, 'games are games, and reality is reality'? Sis, what's wrong with you?"

When Su Mengyao pushed open the door in the early morning, she saw her sister lying on the bed, unconsciously repeating these two sentences in a low voice.

She had never seen her sister so distraught; she didn't even react when she opened the door to come in.

She frowned, a sense of unease creeping into her mind.

Could her sister be possessed by some kind of ghost? Why is she acting so strangely first thing in the morning?

Su Mengli was startled awake by her sister's voice. She snapped back to reality, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, and subconsciously pulled her pajamas tighter.

"Mengyao? What brings you here?" Su Mengli asked in surprise.

"It's already past eight o'clock," Su Mengyao said, looking at her with some concern. "Usually, you get up around six to prepare breakfast, right? What's wrong today? Are you feeling unwell?"

She took a few steps closer and carefully examined her sister's slightly pale face.

"It's eight o'clock?" Su Mengli quickly reached for her phone by the bedside and checked it. She was even more confused after realizing that her sister hadn't lied to her.

"How come it's already eight o'clock?"

"Yeah, I was wondering why you didn't pull the covers off me today."

As Su Mengyao spoke, she reached out and touched her sister's forehead, finding it cool to the touch.

"You don't have a fever... How about I tell Xiang Wen we should go to the hot springs another day? I'm a little worried about you like this."

"No need," Su Mengli gently pushed her sister's hand away, sat up in bed, and shook her head. "I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well last night and I'm a little groggy. I can't spoil everyone's fun because of me."

Seeing that her expression was a little off, Su Mengyao wanted to say something more, but Su Mengli spoke first, her tone returning to its usual gentleness: "It's really okay. Go tell Xiang Wen and the others to get ready. I'll come out as soon as I've changed."

Seeing her insistence, Su Mengyao had no choice but to suppress her doubts and turn to leave the room.

When Su Mengli finished getting ready and appeared in the living room, everyone else was already dressed and ready to go.

Bai Shishi was excitedly checking the backpack she and Xiang Wen shared, Yan Nuoya was quietly sitting on the sofa playing on her phone, and Mo Xiangwen was confirming the details of the itinerary.

When they saw her come out, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and gave a slightly apologetic smile: "I'm sorry to have kept everyone waiting."

"It's alright, it's alright!" Bai Shishi jogged over and took her arm, looking up at her with a smile, "Sister Mengli, I didn't sleep well last night because I was looking forward to the hot spring trip."

Su Mengli smiled but didn't answer. Instead, she gently patted her head.

Mo Xiangwen put down his phone, walked over to her, and asked with some concern, looking at her face, "Mengli, you don't look well. Didn't you sleep well last night? Why don't we rest at home a little longer and leave later? Or…"

He paused, then continued, "Or another day would be fine too."

Su Mengli's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously avoided his gaze.

She pulled up the handle of her suitcase, which was lying to the side, and chuckled, "It's okay, I just didn't sleep well, it won't affect anything. Let's go."

The high-speed train heading north sped across the plains, and the scenery outside the window was like a flowing scroll painting, allowing them to witness the change of scenery from south to north.

After several hours of travel, they finally arrived at their destination.

The reserved hot spring inn is nestled at the foot of a secluded mountain. It is an exquisitely designed Japanese villa that blends seamlessly with the surrounding scenery, creating a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

As soon as Su Mengyao got out of the car, she excitedly introduced, "This is it! What do you think? The environment is nice, right? I asked my dad to specially arrange this place. It's just the few of us in the whole villa, no outsiders to bother us, we can do whatever we want."

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, the interior of the villa features a pure Japanese design.

The entryway is clean and tidy, with a faint scent of wood.

The largest room is a spacious Japanese-style room with brand-new tatami mats, large enough for all of them to sleep on the floor, or even have a pillow fight like those common in training camps in anime.

Of course, there are also separate small bedrooms, which also provide space for people who need to be alone.

Of course, hot springs are indispensable.

Push open the sliding door of the room, and you can see the hot spring pool in the courtyard built with natural stones. Milky white steam rises into the air, like a dream.

The moment they saw the hot spring, everyone's spirits lifted.

Su Mengli gently rubbed her temples, her face showing even more weariness: "You guys go to the bar first, I'm a little tired, I want to go back to my room to rest and recover."

After saying that, without waiting for their response, he walked to one of the small bedrooms and gently closed the door.