Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

After reaching an agreement, Wang Zhe didn't linger. He waved and left the backstage area, leaving the two girls some private space.

On the way back to the dormitory, Su Xiaocheng changed into a pair of slippers and walked slowly with Zhu Qi's help.

Although her sprain wasn't severe, she still walked with a slight limp.

The streetlights cast their shadows, making them appear longer and shorter.

Halfway there, Su Xiaocheng finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Why did you agree? That's 20% of the shares!"

Zhu Qi looked at the road ahead and nodded slightly: "Yes, any shrewd businessman probably wouldn't agree to such a request."

"Then why..."

"Because what I want is not money."

Zhu Qi suddenly stopped and turned to look at Su Xiaocheng, her eyes flashing with a stubborn light. "Xiaocheng, you know my family situation. My dad doesn't lack money, and neither do I. I started my own business to prove one thing."

Su Xiaocheng asked, "Prove that I have the ability to accomplish something, unlike the average rich kid?"

Zhu Qi nodded, then sighed, "The previous EVE proposal, although I thought it was good, I was actually a little unsure. Because I didn't know if it would work. But Wang Zhe..."

"Do you think what Wang Zhe said is true?" Su Xiaocheng blinked her big eyes. "Can it really work out?"

Zhu Qi recalled Wang Zhe's appearance just now, and a complex smile appeared on her lips: "When he was negotiating with me just now, the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice... he was so confident. I've only ever seen that kind of absolute confidence in one person."

Who is it?

"My dad,"

Zhu Qi said softly, "I've seen my dad give instructions to his subordinates before, and I've also seen him discuss big projects with people at dinner parties. He had that same look in his eyes during those times. Although Wang Zhe has nothing now, at that moment, I actually saw a kind of brilliance in his eyes... just like my dad's."

Su Xiaocheng was stunned.

She imagined what Wang Zhe looked like, and then she imagined Zhu Qi's legendary real estate tycoon father.

Then, her train of thought suddenly took a turn.

"Um, Sister Qiqi..." Su Xiaocheng suppressed a laugh and leaned closer with a mischievous grin, "Since he's like your dad to you, why don't you call him 'Dad'?"

"..."

Zhu Qi was stunned for a second.

Immediately, her cold and beautiful face flushed red with embarrassment and anger.

"Su Xiaocheng! Do you have a death wish?"

Zhu Qi reached out and tickled Su Xiaocheng's ticklish spot, "Serves you right for talking nonsense! Serves you right for calling me daddy! I think your foot doesn't hurt anymore, does it?!"

"Hahaha! I was wrong, I was wrong! Sister Qiqi, I was wrong! Help... no, I still have a sprained ankle!"

"Then you still dare to mess with me!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Wednesday morning, in a classroom at Shanghai University of Hong Kong.

On the platform, the teacher is demonstrating on the blackboard how to draw a complex geometric shape using projection, with the chalk tapping rhythmically on the blackboard.

Wang Zhe sat by the window, twirling a pen in his hand, seemingly listening to the lecture, but actually going over the content of the PPT he was going to present in his mind.

He has thoroughly mastered the core gameplay of Ski Safari, and in the last two days he has even rushed to finish a detailed design document. From basic operations to the item system, from level generation logic to numerical curves, everything is written out clearly.

Of course, he hasn't written about the subsequent profit-making plan for internal purchases yet. And there's no need to write about it now.

"Hey, Lao Wang," Fang Gang nudged him with his elbow and asked in a low voice, "What are we eating after class? How about getting some spicy hot pot from the second cafeteria?"

Wang Zhe snapped out of his daze: "No, you guys go ahead and eat. I have something to do."

Fang Gang looked at him suspiciously: "You've been very busy lately. Are you going to meet your sweetheart again?"

Wang Zhe smiled but didn't explain: "No, we're just going to discuss some serious business."

Fang Gang pursed his lips and turned to share this gossip with Wei Jing in the back row.

"Hey, Lao Wei, look at this kid..."

However, when he turned around, he froze.

In the back row, Wei Jing was pushing up his glasses, staring intently at the blackboard. Next to him, Luo Yueshi was even more exaggerated, taking notes in his notebook while looking at the blackboard and muttering to himself.

"Holy crap..."

Fang Gang felt a chill run down his spine, quickly turned his head away, stopped talking, and even picked up his pen again.

A few minutes later, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Wang Zhe packed his bag, waved to his roommates, and quickly walked out of the teaching building.

As soon as I got to the school gate, I saw a black Audi parked on the side of the road.

Zhu Qi and Su Xiaocheng were standing next to the car.

Zhu Qi wore a white suit jacket today, looking exceptionally capable; while Su Xiaocheng was dressed casually, carrying a large sketchbook bag, still looking like a high school student.

"You're here?" Zhu Qi saw Wang Zhe, took off her sunglasses, and smiled slightly.

Wang Zhe nodded, then looked around: "Wasn't it supposed to be a get-together for startup partners? I saw five people in the group chat, where are the two senior programmers?"

"They've already gone ahead," Zhu Qi said, opening the car door. "Let's go, get in. The three of us will go together."

Many college students have driver's licenses, like Wang Zhe, and it's normal for them to take a driving test when they have time. But it's not so common for someone like Zhu Qi to have a car for daily commuting.

Our destination for lunch today wasn't too far from the school; it was a privately-run local Shanghainese restaurant.

In an elegant private room on the second floor, the five people finally gathered together.

Besides Wang Zhe, Zhu Qi, and Su Xiaocheng, the other two were the two computer science students who stayed behind earlier.

The slightly chubby one is named Zhang Hao, and the one wearing glasses is named Li Wenjie. Both of them seemed to be rather introverted, and when they saw Zhu Qi bring her people in, they stood up somewhat awkwardly.

"Everyone, please sit down and don't be shy. Before we eat, I have some good news to announce."

Zhu Qi invited everyone to sit down, then took out a brand-new business license from her bag and solemnly placed it on the table.

"The company has been officially registered as Xiangxueshan Technology Co., Ltd."

Upon hearing the company name, Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie exchanged a glance, already understanding that this was clearly a company that wanted to make skiing games.

Sure enough, Zhu Qi then said, "The project is finalized. We'll be making a 2D side-scrolling skiing mobile game. Wang Zhe will be the lead planner and join us as a technical partner. Now, let's invite Mr. Wang to share his ideas."

"Mr. Wang?"

Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie were stunned for a moment, then looked at the handsome young man.

They thought, "This Mr. Wang looks younger than me. Can he really be the chief planner?"

At this point, the waiter brought out two cold dishes: Four Happiness Braised Gluten and Local Smoked Fish.

Wang Zhe stood up, not intimidated by the fact that the other person was a senior, and began with a self-introduction:

"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Zhe..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.