I really like your sand sculpture group friends

He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't grasp the truth behind this strange feeling.

By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, Yan Nuoya had already walked away with the box.

Oh well, it's just a matter of not saying hello once.

He shook his head and decided to go to the cafeteria first to get breakfast for his good-for-nothing adopted sons before going back.

As Mo Xiangwen walked into the cafeteria, he was greeted by the aromas emanating from all kinds of food.

University cafeterias are different from high school cafeterias; the food in university cafeterias can cater to the dietary habits of people from almost all different regions.

Soup noodles, rice noodles, and porridge are naturally indispensable, and it's normal for them to have a fragrant aroma.

However, if you're just going to buy some steamed buns to take home, you might as well just buy some steamed buns.

He glanced at the corresponding menu window, then went to join the queue.

There was a short queue of three to five people in front of the window, and it wasn't long before it was his turn.

He glanced at the meat buns, vegetable buns, shumai, fried dough sticks, freshly ground soy milk, and porridge inside.

He took out his campus card and said to the lady inside, "Ten meat buns, ten vegetable buns, four cups of soy milk, and four fried dough sticks."

The aunt was taken aback and said, "Student, are you eating all this by yourself? Don't waste food."

"I bought it for my roommate, Auntie, don't worry."

"Oh, that's okay."

The aunt quickly packed breakfast and handed it to him; the plastic bag was overflowing with steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

Back in the dorm, the moment I pushed open the door, familiar game sound effects and the sound of keyboard typing filled my ears.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that his three roommates were already sitting in front of the computer, intently watching the game screen.

"Damn it, you guys, I called you to get up and go have breakfast, but you wouldn't go, saying you wanted to sleep a little longer." Mo Xiangwen shook his head: "And this is what you mean by 'want to sleep a little longer'?"

"Hey, Godfather's back!" Xi Shaojie, who was getting more and more skilled, called out without turning around, his hands still moving: "This game is almost over, let's play together later."

Mo Xiangwen speechlessly threw the bag onto the "common table" that hadn't been cleaned up the night before: "I have no interest in sitting in jail with you guys so early in the morning."

"I didn't want to either, but these two bastards keep bothering me." Qin Yongfeng sighed, "If I don't get up, they keep playing those 'you're your age' motivational videos next to me. I'm so fed up with them."

Zhong Taihong shouted loudly, "Brother, big brother, I'll bring you breakfast next time, okay?"

"No, by the time you get up, I'll be starving in bed." Mo Xiangwen shook his head: "I'm going to take a shower first, just don't finish eating before I do."

"Row."

When he came out after taking a shower, he found that the three of them had finished fighting and were sitting at the communal table wolfing down their food.

"Damn it, don't eat mine too, I haven't eaten yet."

"I'll keep it, I'll keep it," Xi Shaojie mumbled, still chewing on a steamed bun.

After finishing breakfast, the three of them immediately returned to their seats and continued their battle.

After resting for a while to let his stomach digest, he saw that his roommates had all entered the game interface, and only then did he feel relieved and return to his seat to prepare to write.

The results of "The Junior Girl Development Plan" have been rising rapidly recently, and his first payment for the manuscript was several thousand yuan.

He was quite surprised, after all, books on this subject are not easy to produce good results, and he only wrote it because he vaguely remembered his previous ideas and wanted to save time.

I later learned that it was a member of the book club with the Ilya avatar who had joined the group a while ago who had done a lot of promotion and had been actively discussing the plot in the group.

He originally wanted to say hello and thank her for her support, but she kept complaining to other readers in the group, "The white-haired junior's storyline has been less frequent lately. Is the author secretly giving her more screen time again?"

Damn it, how can you call that "balancing things" when it's the author's business?

That's called loving each and every character you create equally.

The male protagonist likes the female student, and everyone else too.

Is there anything wrong with that?

What's even more infuriating is that quite a few readers actually agreed with her opinion, and some even chanted "dog author" in the comments to egg her on.

The group members are completely useless; all they do is repeat what they've already learned.

Mo Xiangwen nervously closed the book club group, so there was no way he would post anything now. If he got caught, he wouldn't be able to explain himself no matter what.

Well, I'll just keep writing. Once I update, they'll probably forget about it naturally, right?

I typed for about half an hour, and thanks to the overload mode, I quickly finished writing 4000 words for today.

Since I still have drafts saved up, there's no need to write more.

He glanced at his morning class, which was going to be late, and was just about to go to bed for a nap when he heard his roommate calling him.

Zhong Taihong said, "Old Mo, didn't you say you'd find a big shot to lead us? It's been almost two days, where is he?"

These people are probably all popular figures, otherwise they wouldn't be urging him to do this.

“They don’t have a computer yet, they’re probably still choosing one.” Mo Xiangwen yawned. “I can’t rush them, there’s no use in being anxious.”

"Then you should ask, just in case you've already bought it." It was rare to hear Qin Yongfeng urge him like this.

Mo Xiangwen asked curiously, "What's wrong, Lao Qin? Didn't win a single game?"

"No, I did win a few ELO games." Qin Yongfeng shook his head: "But what's the point of winning those games?"

"Well, that's because you guys aren't good enough to win normal matches," Mo Xiangwen complained. "Go tell Lao Zhong that if you're bad, you need to practice more."

“He plays Malphite and Garen every day now, I’m even embarrassed to call him bad.” Qin Yongfeng sighed, “I don’t know what to ask him to play to win.”

Xi Shaojie also sighed: "I haven't played a normal game in almost three days. It either feels like I'm playing against bots, or I feel like I'm being played against bots."

"Then you guys still insist on playing with Lao Zhong, that's true love." Mo Xiangwen shook his head: "Maybe it's a problem with the game. Have you considered switching to another game?"

"Yes, that's what I said to Lao Zhong yesterday too."

"Then?"

"Then he practiced as a stone golem all night by himself, and I couldn't bear to see him do it."

Although he said that, Xi Shaojie's face was full of smiles.

"Damn it, at least let me win one game first," Zhong Taihong said. "If I lose and then run away, wouldn't that make me a coward who's afraid of fighting lizards?"

"No, you're a stone man," Qin Yongfeng retorted.

"Alright, I'll ask then." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "But it's so early in the morning, they might still be sleeping. Let's wait until tonight."

P.S.: Another chapter is under writing.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Guaranteed Victory

He really didn't want to get involved in the character discussion, but he saw that there were more and more white-haired female students in the group.

He decided to create a new account and join the group to console himself a little.

If this guy with the Illya avatar continues to assimilate us, the whole group will turn into a group of female students.

Is this good? This is not good.

The white-haired junior Bai Shiyin needs to be controlled, and the black-haired classmate Yu Weiwei also needs to be controlled; only then can one be considered upright.

Besides, this is only the beginning. It's just that the white-haired junior happened to appear early and has a lot of screen time.

There's another senior student who hasn't appeared yet; at least Yu Weiwei should be allowed to fill in until then.

Otherwise, if everyone becomes a Bai Shiyin supporter, how can he continue writing?

Three Hundred Taels: Just a passerby, to be honest, I think Bai Shiyin is quite cute.

Three hundred taels: But isn't Yu Weiwei also very pretty? And her figure is better than Bai Shiyin's.

Three hundred taels: Being cute isn't enough.

He had barely finished speaking those two or three sentences when the guy with the Ilya avatar immediately jumped out.

Bai Shiyin, the party leader: That's not right. Haven't you heard of "cuteness is justice"?

Bai Shiyin Party Leader: So, as long as someone is cute, that's enough.

Bai Shiyin Party Leader: Cute is king! White hair is the best!

Three Hundred Taels: I think you're right, but isn't Yu Weiwei's long, straight black hair appealing?

Three hundred taels: Cute and pretty aren't mutually exclusive, are they?

Three Hundred Taels: There's no reason why Bai Shiyin should reject Yu Weiwei just because she's cute, right?

Perhaps he made sense, because a few people in the group chimed in to agree with him.

Indeed, only children make choices; adults want it all. Several posts about repeating a grade 12 quickly circulated online.

Seeing the other person speechless, a smile appeared on his face, and he almost burst out laughing.

Hey, we're in class. It's one thing to sneakily play on your phone, but be serious.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Nuoya tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "Why are you laughing so happily?"

"Cough, it's nothing, just a small victory."

Mo Xiangwen controlled his facial muscles, trying his best to suppress his smile, and glanced at her: "Noya, you seem to be quite happy too."

"Huh? Really?" Yan Nuoya's eyes widened slightly. "How come I didn't know?"

“Yes, the corners of your mouth are slightly higher than when you usually smile,” Mo Xiangwen said without looking up. “It’s not much, though.”

"Hmm, I see." Yan Nuoya nodded thoughtfully, then returned to her expressionless state.

Yan Nuoya asked casually, "By the way, Xiang Wen, what have you thought about that matter the teacher mentioned?"

"The matter concerning the teacher's daughter?"

Mo Xiangwen turned off his phone screen, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "Although Yan Nuoya may not like to hear this, I think it would be better not to continue."

"why?"

"Ultimately, there are risks." Mo Xiangwen carefully considered his words and tried to be as tactful as possible: "We have no obligation to bear this risk and responsibility."

Yan Nuoya frowned and asked, "Didn't the teacher say that her body is only inconvenient for strenuous exercise, but that she can still walk around a little without any problems?"

"What level of exercise is considered strenuous?" Mo Xiangwen asked. "Running counts, and so does playing ball."

"What if someone is driving and doesn't notice a pedestrian, and needs to swerve to avoid them? Does that count?"

"There aren't that many cars coming and going around the school."

"What about the bicycle? Although it sounds like a stretch, neither you nor I know the exact condition of her body."

Mo Xiangwen shook his head: "She needs to be taken care of. I don't think her health will be very good."

Yan Nuoya looked at him silently, seemingly lost in thought.

"In fact, I'd like to ask you something," Mo Xiangwen said curiously, "Yan Nuoya wasn't willing to accept it at first, was she? Why is she suddenly willing to help her teacher now?"

"If I said I wanted to help that girl because the teacher said she looks a lot like me," Yan Nuoya asked softly, "would you find it strange?"

“No, quite the opposite, I think it’s great,” Mo Xiangwen said slowly. “Because I also want to help her.”

"However, although it may sound a bit arrogant, I think that for a patient, staying home and recuperating is the best thing to do, right?"

"Of course, if the doctor advises you to relax more, that's a different story."

"But anyway, I don't know what's going on. What do you think? What if it's just her being willful?"

Yan Nuoya thought for a long time before slowly nodding: "I understand what you mean."

“However, if Noah wants to help, I can help her.” Mo Xiangwen sighed. “If it’s to help a friend, then the reason is quite valid.”

Yan Nuoya blinked: "Are you secretly trying to win me over?"

"No, I don't think so." Mo Xiangwen shook his head: "I'm just telling the truth. With the counselor's guarantee and both you and I watching, the risk is not high."

"But even a small risk is still a risk. Why would I take that risk for a stranger?"

Yan Nuoya was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then forget it, let's just refuse the teacher."

"Yes, I think that's the best way."

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As soon as he got back to the dormitory, Zhong Taihong couldn't wait to ask, "Old Mo, did you ask?"