Reborn not to be a beast of burden, I set the rules.

Ye Ming pushed open the door to the server room.

The keyboard clicked and clacked, at a steady, unhurried pace.

Chen Mo sat by the window, a laptop open in front of him, his fingers tapping steadily on the keyboard.

He writes about events calmly and methodically, one by one, with clear logic.

Zhao Kai huddled in a corner, a document open on his screen, writing about the story in the game.

Guild raiding, raid leader swearing, gear distribution—I chuckled twice when I wrote about the funny parts, and my fingers clicked even faster.

Wearing headphones, Zhang Jian typed away on the keyboard, writing about his daily life as a sports student. His fingers moved so fast they seemed to be running, and he nodded to himself when he got to a part he was pleased with.

Chen Yu wrote something slowly and deliberately, occasionally pausing to think, changing a couple of words, and then continuing.

His stories are always the most detailed; he can write about a single scene in several different ways.

Sun Cheng opened a document to write his workplace observations, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering some complex logic.

Ma Teng muttered to himself in the corner, and then burst out laughing halfway through his writing.

He wrote a story about a person who turned into a cat and saw the world from a cat's perspective. When he wrote about the "cat negotiation expert," he laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking.

Six people each occupied a computer, and the sound of keyboards clicking all around was harmonious but not noisy.

Ruan Xing sat in the innermost corner.

The light from the screen shone on her face, making her fair complexion glow.

She kept her head down, her shoulder-length bangs hanging down, swaying gently with the rhythm of her typing.

She was wearing a pale yellow hoodie today, with one strap longer than the other, which she didn't notice herself.

She was engrossed in writing when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw Ye Ming come in. Her eyes lit up, her lips curled up, and she called out "Classmate!" and waved to Ye Ming.

Ye Ming nodded to her.

She smiled, then lowered her head and continued writing.

Several items are already listed on the screen.

She was writing about the skiing in Switzerland, where she fell eighteen times, her father shouted "Get up!" from behind, and her mother was waiting for her at the finish line.

The condition was written as Constitution ≤ 5, and the result was Constitution +2 and Happiness +5.

After finishing writing, she added a sentence at the end: "Mom only asked her if she had fun skating."

She stared at the screen, a smile playing on her lips, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed quickly.

Li Yue and Zhang Yuan were packing their things.

The computer was already off, the mouse cable was neatly coiled and tucked into the bag, and the laptop was closed.

Li Yue saw Ye Ming first and waved to him: "You're back?"

"Okay." Ye Ming walked in. "Don't rush off, there's something I need to tell you."

Li Yue stopped and leaned against the table.

Zhang Yuan also stopped.

Ye Ming opened his notebook: "I went to see Professor Li Guoqiang, the vice dean of the School of Humanities, today."

After reviewing the game, Teacher Li said that our project could be submitted for the Challenge Cup, Category B of the Science and Technology Invention and Creation category, and that the college would support it.

He needs to be listed as a mentor for two teachers; he needs to coordinate the naming and also find a specific mentor.

Li Yue was taken aback: "Li Guoqiang? From the School of Humanities?"

"Um."

"Sure," Li Yue smiled, "Dean Li has stepped in."

What about the filing? Did you mention it to him?

"I did mention it," Ye Ming said. "He said he has an old friend in the Provincial Communications Administration who can help inquire, but he might not be able to get in touch with him."

Whether it will work out is hard to say.

Zhang Yuan rarely spoke up: "Don't think about it too much."

Once the project is completed, expedite the filing process if possible; if it can't be completed, don't let it interfere with your current tasks.

Li Yue nodded, then asked, "So, who should I contact for specific guidance?"

"Find our counselor, Ms. Liu Ting," Ye Ming said.

Chen Mo peeked out from behind the screen: "You just got back, you have a lot of things to do."

"How about I go..."

"I'll go."

Ruan Xing peeked out from behind the screen, her fingers still resting on the keyboard.

She glanced at Chen Mo, then at Ye Ming, and smiled softly, but naturally.

"I used to go there to submit materials frequently recently, so I got to know Teacher Liu quite well."

I've heard about the Challenge Cup from my senior before, so I'll go ask her about it and find out what's going on.

Chen Mo nodded: "Okay, then I'll help you organize the team roster, you can take it with you."

Ruan Xing smiled and waved her hand: "It's too much trouble for you."

I can handle this myself; you just focus on writing.

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then laughed: "Okay, then you do it yourself."

Before shrinking back, Ruan Xing glanced at Ye Ming one last time, a smirk playing on her lips, and asked, "Classmate, is that alright?"

Ye Ming said, "Okay."

Go talk to Teacher Liu and see when she has time.

Tell me what materials you need.

"Okay," Ruan Xing replied, then shrank back to continue writing.

The sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard was a little faster than before.

Li Yue glanced at Chen Mo, then at Ruan Xing, and smiled: "Alright, you two can discuss it yourselves."

Zhang Yuan and I are both seniors, and we've already completed our social practice credits, so we don't need them.

You can report it.

However, if it's necessary to have someone's name credited, we don't mind having one.

Ye Ming said, "Okay, then you can hang it up for now."

Li Yue glanced at Chen Mo and the others, then looked at Ruan Xing: "You junior students can all apply."

It's a team project with no limit on the number of participants. Everyone gets a recognition, and winning an award can be mentioned on your resume.

If we win first prize, the whole team will receive social practice credits, so everyone needs to do their best.

Zhao Kai leaned over and asked, "How difficult is it to get first prize?"

Li Yue smiled: "Difficult."

But this project is interesting. Prepare well, it has potential.

Zhang Jian took off his headphones and stretched his neck: "Then we need to work hard."

Ma Teng peeked out from the corner, excitedly asking, "If we win first prize, will all of us who wrote about the events get academic credits?"

"The whole team is included," Li Yue said. "You guys, plus Ye Ming, Xu Wei, Ruan Xing, and Lin Zhixia, all of you should register."

You can make the list yourselves, with core members at the top.

After she finished speaking, she picked up her bag and walked towards the door with Zhang Yuan.

He walked to the door and looked back: "I won't be coming this afternoon, you guys do it yourselves."

Call me if you need anything.

The door closed.

The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Ye Ming walked to his seat, sat down, and put the envelope and notebook away.

There are many people here, so there's no rush to give it to Ruan Xing.

Give it to her alone after everyone has left in the evening to avoid embarrassment.

He stared at Xu Wei's empty seat, then recalled the bicycle rescue incident in the game, and became somewhat lost in thought.

Chen Mo peeked out from behind the screen: "Xu Wei left at noon, saying she had something to do at home."

Lin Zhixia just left; she went back for her lunch break.

Ye Ming nodded, turned on the computer, and the screen lit up.

He sat up straight, put his fingers on the keyboard, opened his email, found the code Li Yue had sent, glanced at it, and took out his notebook to record the points he didn't understand.

Once you've internalized the code, it's yours to truly own it. You need to achieve "seeing, doing, and understanding" as quickly as possible.

In the corner, Ruan Xing peeked out from behind the screen, holding a plastic bag in her hand. She stood up from her seat, and the chair leg slid lightly on the floor, making a soft sound.

She walked briskly, with a touch of excitement, around Chen Mo's chair, past Zhao Kai, like a cat stepping on the familiar floor.

Her shoulder-length, tousled hair swayed gently as she walked, and her pale yellow hoodie stood out brightly in the drab computer room.

She walked to Ye Ming's table, didn't rush to speak, glanced down at him, a smile playing on her lips, and waved the plastic bag in front of him.

"This was saved for you, deskmate."

Ye Ming took it; the wrapping paper was printed with snow-capped mountains and cable cars, from St. Moritz, Switzerland.

She lowered her voice, leaned over, and whispered in his ear.

"I distributed the pieces to everyone this morning, and these are the best ones; I couldn't bear to give them to anyone else."

Her hair fell down and brushed against his ear, her voice was soft and warm, and her skin accidentally touched his earlobe.

Ye Ming froze for a moment, his fingers gripping the plastic bag of chocolates, and he didn't move.

Little Ruan, you're using this trick too?