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This apartment is nearly 150 square meters, and with the study, it has a total of four rooms, making it the best and largest apartment in this complex.

The master bedroom and the second bedroom were naturally used by the sisters. The smaller second bedroom was originally reserved for their father who would occasionally come to visit them, but it was never used.

After all, their father is a very busy man.

Not only does he have to worry about business, but he also frequently visits the students he sponsors in various places, and it's rare to see him at home even during holidays.

I hope my father can move on and forgive me.

Su Mengli sighed silently. After leaving her room, she found her silly younger sister still lying motionless on the sofa.

"If you're tired, go back to your room to rest after you take a shower," Su Mengli gently patted the sofa and reminded her, "Don't fall asleep on the sofa, you'll catch a cold."

Their sofa was large and soft, more than enough for Su Mengyao's size to lie on.

Su Mengyao often lies on the sofa after coming home, and she will fall asleep on it if you don't pay attention.

"Sis, I have such a happy day."

Lying on the sofa, Su Mengyao raised her phone, glanced at the quiet group chat, and said softly, "I was already pleasantly surprised to see Bai Bai, but I didn't expect Gezi to be here too. Suddenly everyone in the group has gathered together."

“Yeah, I was quite surprised too.” Su Mengli looked at her sister, who wasn’t sleepy right away, with some surprise. “But as for Pigeon, she mentioned before that her grades were similar to Xiang Wen’s, so it’s not surprising that she came here.”

"So, actually, seeing Bai Bai was more of a surprise to me."

“Sister, I’m not as smart as you.” Su Mengyao shook her head. “I don’t want to think about that. I just know I’m happy to see them.”

Su Mengli silently walked around to the sofa and looked down at her silly younger sister, who was saying she was very happy, but there wasn't much of a smile on her face.

He gently pinched her soft cheeks and pulled them slightly to both sides, which drew a burst of dissatisfaction from his silly little sister.

Su Mengli gently patted her head and said with a soft laugh, "You're here with your older sister. Go take a bath."

"Hmm..." Su Mengyao responded softly, pulling her sister back from getting up.

Su Mengli looked at the hand that was holding hers with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"

"Sis, what do you think about Xiang Wen talking about making games?"

"...What do you mean, what do you think?"

"Why didn't you let me continue speaking?"

Su Mengyao grabbed her hand and gently scratched her palm with her other hand to express her dissatisfaction.

Suddenly tickled, Su Mengli reflexively pulled her hand back, glanced helplessly at her silly younger sister, and then flicked her smooth forehead hard.

"pain."

Su Mengyao quickly covered the spot where she had been hit, looking at her older sister with teary eyes, wondering how she could be so cruel.

"Stop playing the victim in front of me." Su Mengli sighed, staring into her eyes as she asked, "You really want to participate?"

"I really want to participate." Su Mengyao pouted. "When have I ever dared to lie to you?"

"There are so many that I can't even count them all. If you ever stop lying to me, I'll start to doubt whether you're still my sister."

"Hey."

Su Mengyao raised her hand and made an "eh-hey" gesture, showing a little cuteness.

But this trick was naturally useless against Su Mengli, who had grown up with her since childhood. Su Mengli rolled her eyes at her and said, "If you're so good at being cute, why didn't you perform one for Mo Xiangwen tonight? Maybe he would have agreed on the spot?"

"111, can you really agree? I'll try it tomorrow."

Su Mengli's eyes lit up. She didn't mind her sister's teasing at all; on the contrary, she looked eager to try.

"Although I feel a little pressure to act cute in front of people other than my sister, it's not impossible to try if it's with my group members."

Su Mengli was speechless for a moment, unusually unsure how to respond, so she changed the subject, saying, "Besides, even if you want to participate, you can't force someone to answer."

"No way, we were just having a normal chat!" Su Mengyao said, a little unconvinced. "It's the same in the group chat."

“It’s different in a group chat than in real life.” Su Mengli shook her head. “Does Xiang Wen seem like the kind of person who likes to owe others favors?”

Su Mengyao thought about it and realized that it made sense.

"So what should we do?"

"Isn't it inconvenient for him to apply for a business license? Why don't you apply for it yourself?"

“Me? But it wouldn’t make a difference if I went.” Su Mengyao pursed her lips. “I don’t even know Old Li.”

"Just don't fill in 'game studio'," Su Mengli chuckled. "Fill in something else, whether it's micro-business, e-commerce, or group buying. Anyway, we won't actually sell any products... Just let Dad know in advance."

"...Sister, what you said makes a lot of sense, but doesn't this still make him owe someone a favor?"

"He'll agree to do something if there's no other way, even if it's just a small favor."

Su Mengli said confidently, "Besides, it's still a small favor than making you work for free, right?"

"What about the risk of being discovered by the teacher?"

"Just stock up on some goods at the startup base, and occasionally ship a few back," Su Mengli said nonchalantly. "If it doesn't sell well, it's a matter of ability."

"What if he still doesn't agree to my participation after I've submitted the business application?"

“We’re with him every day, so we can just coax him a little more.”

Su Mengyao nodded thoughtfully, then noticed something amiss in her words.

"Sis, you're participating too?"

“Yes, I’m quite interested too.” Su Mengli nodded naturally: “University life is so boring, it’s good to find something to do.”

"By the way, sis, do you think there's a possibility?"

"Ok?"

Su Mengyao winked at her: "Is he afraid we can't do anything and will think we'll just make things worse?"

P.S.: The overtime days are finally over. Let's see if I can recover after catching up on sleep tomorrow.

Chapter 73 Yan Nuoya's "Completion Reward"

As soon as I entered the dormitory, I saw the other three people engrossed in playing games at their respective seats.

Back in my seat, I was surrounded by the clatter of keyboards and the deafening shouts of battle.

Attending classes, eating, playing games, sleeping. This is the unchanging routine of ordinary university life.

If he could, he would love to live the life of a college student for the rest of his life, even if it meant earning a million a month.

Leaving aside the considerable difficulty of earning a million a month, he is now making early plans for his long-term life of leisure.

Making games is one of the plans.

Although phenomenal games like Onmyoji have already emerged, the market will only see a true boom in various types of games in the next few years.

We are still in a golden age, as the passion for domestically produced single-player and indie games has not yet been exploited, and people's willingness to support domestically produced indie games is still relatively high.

Now is one of the best times to enter the market and build a reputation and fan base.

As for why he chose to make games, the reason is actually very simple: he just wanted to do some work that he didn't hate as much as possible.

If you're working part-time, you might be pressured and pressured, but if you're the creator, you can just leave it as is if you can't finish it.

Long Winter Nights wasn't even finished before he returned, and players were complaining that it was only possible to work on nights with electricity.

But so what?

The production team is still working at a steady pace, with a 9-to-5 schedule and holidays off.

No matter how anxious the players are, they are not in a hurry.

The saying "Don't let what you love become your job" is simply because there's always work to do, plus the double pressure from both the company and life.

Without pressure, you can do whatever you want, so how can you easily become disliked?

Mo Xiangwen suddenly recalled the series of scandals involving games and development teams in his previous life, and suddenly felt that it was better to have some pressure, so that these people wouldn't be so bored as to want to feed the players all day long.

However, those development teams are those development teams, and he never intended to feed the players. He was already doing a great job by working only two days a week.

As for the business startup application... let's talk about it later. He already has a good idea of ​​what's going on. Right now, he'll just open the package and see what she's up to.

Mo Xiangwen placed the box on the table, only to find that it was wrapped quite tightly with transparent tape, and for a moment he couldn't find where the tape was torn.

Only then did he notice that the delivery box was much larger than he had initially thought.

Its size is slightly larger than an adult man's hand.

After trying a few times and finding that he couldn't disassemble it, Mo Xiangwen raised his voice slightly and sent a team message: "Do you guys have a knife or scissors? I'd like to borrow them."

"I have scissors here, on my bookshelf. Take them yourself, I'm busy," Qin Yongfeng said without turning his head.

Qin Yongfeng was sitting next to him. He got up, turned a corner, and came to stand behind Qin Yongfeng.

He looked closely and, sure enough, the three of them were playing League of Legends again.

"Let's go, stop crouching, it's not a good time to fight back."

"No, I have to try. We can't win a team fight without taking down one of their players."

Mo Xiangwen shook his head and did not try to persuade him further.

There are three major illusions in life that not everyone can overcome.

He glanced at Qin Yongfeng's location and, sure enough, spotted a small black pair of scissors on the bookshelf.

He had just picked up the scissors and turned to leave when he glanced at Qin Yongfeng's screen and noticed it had turned black and white.

Qin Yongfeng picked up the iced cola next to him and took a sip, his calm demeanor heartbreaking.

Mo Xiangwen shook his head, returned to his seat, and slowly cut the transparent tape along the line with scissors.

He didn't know what was inside either, and it wouldn't be good if he cut too deep or too hard and damaged what was inside.

Opening the cardboard box, what came out was a black box wrapped in layers of bubble wrap.

It's quite well protected; it looks like a valuable or fragile item.

He moved the black box further onto the table and continued unpacking it.

After finally removing all the bubble wrap, the box was finally revealed to him.

The black box wasn't anything special; it felt similar to the box that came with his phone when he bought it.

The key point is inside; he wants to see what exactly is worth the seller's layers of protection.

"...A cup? A ceramic cup?" he murmured unconsciously.

In stark contrast to the color of the box, inside lay a pure white ceramic cup wrapped in a transparent plastic bag.

A ceramic cup that costs twenty or thirty yuan, filled so well, it's really... I don't know how to describe it.

He shook his head, banishing the somewhat impolite thoughts from his mind.

After taking the cup out of the box, he discovered that the cup sleeve was not even completely sealed, so he had to pick up the scissors again and cut it open.

After many hardships, the pure white cup finally landed in his hands.

He wondered if it was because the disassembly and reassembly process was too arduous, but he always felt that the luster of this cup was more beautiful than the anime character mugs he had bought before... or rather, more high-end, like warm, smooth white jade.

Even the surface of the cup feels smooth and delicate to the touch.

It's just a very common white cup, but somehow it looks strangely beautiful and high-end.

"Huh? When did you buy this mug? Didn't you buy a stainless steel one when school started?"

Suddenly, someone asked from behind.

"A gift from someone else."

After he said it, he realized what he had said and looked behind him speechlessly.

Zhong Taihong and Xi Shaojie were both behind him, their faces full of malicious smiles.

"Did Yan give this to you?"

Mo Xiangwen sighed, turned around, and placed the cup back in the center of the table.

"Yes, what's wrong? Could you please say hello before you come over?"

Zhong Taihong and Xi Shaojie exchanged a glance, then Zhong Taihong sighed dramatically, patted Xi Shaojie on the shoulder, and their expressions conveyed a sense of unspoken understanding.

"So what are you doing here?" Mo Xiangwen rolled his eyes at them speechlessly: "If you have nothing to do, get lost."