I really like your sand sculpture group friends

The senior student pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and continued calmly, "Generally speaking, as long as it's not just one person and the project is decent, even if there are only a few people, the professor will consider approving it accordingly."

This senior student spoke in a very serious manner, with clear and distinct pronunciation, even sounding somewhat like a broadcaster.

"Can't you do it alone?"

"It's not that it can't be done, it's just that one person can do it in their dorm room, so why bother applying here?"

The senior looked at him suspiciously, then shook his head: "Usually, people who come here to apply want an empty room to use as an office."

"Besides, if there aren't many people active in the office, it'll be hard to explain when teachers and school leaders come to inspect."

What's the point of applying? It's obviously to slack off.

Whether there were vacant rooms or not wasn't that important to him, but he still really wanted that entrepreneurial certificate.

However, I need to find a way to get a little closer to this senior, otherwise there are some things I feel uncomfortable asking.

"Is that Gabriel phone case, senior?"

"Yes, yes, you know him?"

“Of course I recognize her. It’s a new anime this year, and I watched it all the way through.” Mo Xiangwen said with a smile, “It’s just that this is the first time I’ve seen Gabriel’s phone case, so I’m a little surprised.”

"Oh, what's the big deal? My old phone case was from Kemono Friends." The senior shook his head: "It just arrived a few days ago, and I just took it off."

Uh, a kemonomimi zoo? Mo Xiangwen's smile froze on his face.

The senior student, completely oblivious to the expression on his face, continued to ask with great interest, "By the way, have you ever watched Kemono Friends?"

"I've seen...I've seen it before."

"What do you think? Although calling it a masterpiece is a bit of an exaggeration, it's actually pretty good."

"Yes...yes." Mo Xiangwen awkwardly changed the subject again: "By the way, my name is Mo Xiangwen. I haven't asked you for your name yet."

"Hmm? My name is Wang Bin, nice to meet you, Junior Mo."

"By the way, Wang Bin, you said there would be another check-up?"

"Yes, that's true. After all, the school is worried that some students might apply for funding but not take their startups seriously. Even if they don't apply for funding, the school still has to pay for the utilities of the startup base."

After asking a few questions, the two began to chat more and more casually, as if they were having a conversation rather than consulting each other.

"What if I don't request a vacant room?"

"It seems there's no precedent for this." Wang Bin frowned, thought for a long time, and then said somewhat uncertainly, "After all, there are many preferential treatments for entrepreneurial students, and the school's management in this area is not that lax."

"I see." Mo Xiangwen pondered for a moment, then continued, "So, are empty rooms allocated based on availability?"

"They'll assign you to a room of the same type based on your application. Generally speaking, the larger the room, the stricter the application process."

Wang Bin pointed to the right: "When Junior Mo came in, did you see those houses outside with external staircases?"

"I saw it." Mo Xiangwen nodded, puzzled.

“All the buildings in this row belong to our startup incubation base,” Wang Bin sighed. “So many buildings and rooms, but less than half of them are being used.”

"So...you know what I mean."

I understand. What Wang Bin meant was that it's easy to apply for a large room; just fill out the application boldly.

But his request for a large room is useless; in fact, it would only attract unnecessary attention from the teacher.

The senior is a nice guy; I hope he won't get into watching bands again.

"In short, apart from things like game development, Mr. Li is quite easy to talk to."

He felt he had asked enough questions and was about to leave to submit his application another day.

When Wang Bin suddenly mentioned games, his heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling. He quickly asked, "Why?"

“Because something happened.” Wang Bin sighed. “Most games have long production cycles to begin with, and none of the senior students who run game studios have ever achieved anything.”

"Several senior students were caught by Professor Li for using the guise of starting a business to openly slack off in the office and skip classes."

"Some were even worse; they kept creating new folders until graduation, which made Professor Li furious. We didn't dare to talk to him for several days."

When talking about Li Lao's anger, Wang Bin still seemed to have some lingering fear on his face.

Mo Xiangwen blinked guiltily, not expecting that not only had his senior already taken the path he was about to take, but that his senior had even blocked the way before leaving.

"Even Old Li cursed him out, saying that if he were to give a game startup plan, he would be... cough."

Wang Bin shook his head, then suddenly realized that the most important aspect of starting a business hadn't been discussed at all: "By the way, we've been talking for so long, but I haven't asked you what you want to do, junior?"

"Game studio".

"what?"

Chapter Seventy Bai Shishi: Do you want to hear from senior or senior?

Although senior Wang Bin was quite pessimistic about him and suggested that he find another reason to impersonate someone else and secretly work on game development.

But it also reminded him that there were considerable risks involved in doing so.

Of course, the final decision is his business.

After all, as the main mentor of the business incubation base, Mr. Li has the final say on many things.

Deceiving your mentor like this is no joke, especially since you'll be spending a lot of time with them, making it hard to keep it a secret.

Mo Xiangwen thought about it for a moment and decided to go back and consider it further. So he took an application form and came out with the other people.

The main problem is that even if he makes a decision immediately, this form is not so easy to fill out.

Moreover, if the situation is really as Wang Bin said, then he needs to make more thorough preparations.

Seeing that he was frowning, Su Mengyao walked up to him and comforted him with a smile, "It's okay, you can always rent a place yourself."

Mo Xiangwen was taken aback and fell into deep thought.

Renting a place? There's no need for that, anyway, he originally just wanted to use the business license as a way to slack off.

If not, then just do it properly in your dorm room.

So he shook his head and said, "It's okay, I can just do it in my dorm."

"You're doing this all by yourself?" Su Mengyao looked at him strangely. "Can you finish it all by yourself?"

“Indie games are often completed by one person.” Mo Xiangwen shrugged. “If it’s a relatively simple game, it should be fine.”

As for the program, the main focus is on learning by doing and doing while learning.

You can't just keep using it all the time, can you?

He had barely finished speaking when he felt Bai Shishi pull his hand.

Mo Xiangwen looked down and saw her pursing her lips in dissatisfaction, and immediately understood what she meant.

"Of course, if there is a need for character illustrations, I will also ask Shishi's friends to commission them."

Upon hearing this, Bai Shishi released Mo Xiangwen's hand with satisfaction and nodded gently.

For a moment, she wanted to confess that she could draw, but she was afraid that Mo Xiangwen wouldn't be able to accept the fact that his novel had been opened.

At least, we should wait until he finishes writing "The Junior Girl Development Plan" before talking about it, right? Otherwise, what if he gets scared away?

It was time to find a way to urge him to update again. Bai Shishi made a decision in her heart.

"Hey—" Su Mengyao drawled in dissatisfaction, "Then what am I supposed to do? I want to play games with you too."

"What? What are you going to do?" Mo Xiangwen glanced at her speechlessly: "You're not short of money, why are you getting involved?"

"It's a sense of accomplishment! As a gamer, I sometimes have the urge to make games too." Su Mengyao's big eyes looked bright as she looked at him. "Who says you can't make games if you don't need the money?"

"Next time, next time for sure." Mo Xiangwen waved his hand dismissively, "I can't afford to invite you."

It's not that he dislikes people... Oh, actually he does, but to say he dislikes them would be too much.

To be honest, aside from his decent gaming skills, he really didn't know what else Su Mengyao could do.

He didn't know much about Su Mengyao and Su Mengli, and of course, he didn't know much about Bai Shishi either.

Yan Nuoya is slightly better, but in reality, the only thing he can imagine she's good at is writing.

The programmer might understand this in the future, since they share the same major.

But at least not now. It's not even half a semester yet. Even if he were to use cheat codes, he couldn't learn this fast, let alone Yan Nuoya.

The main reason right now is that we don't have money.

Even if he could hire the cheapest college student on the market for 2000 yuan, he still couldn't afford it.

He only receives a few thousand yuan a month in royalties from "The Junior Girl Development Project," and after deducting living expenses, there's not much left.

To be honest, it's not impossible to hire a college graduate.

But he still needed to commission articles from Bai Shishi's friends, and he couldn't afford to run up debts without saving some money.

They only gave him a friendly price out of respect for Bai Shishi; if he asked to pay on credit, they'd probably blacklist him in their minds the next second.

He can handle programming and copywriting, but drawing is something he really can't do.

"Hey, you're so perfunctory," Su Mengyao complained. "I don't need your money, I just want to give it a try."

Although Su Mengyao and Su Mengli did give him the impression of being rich heiresses, they probably genuinely didn't care about the money.

But let's put it another way. He can't exactly imitate a certain Japanese anime protagonist; he'd feel guilty about that.

We're all friends, how can we let them make empty promises and then expect them to work for free?

If he can't make the game, he doesn't have to; it's not like he has to go down this path.

He hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a reason to refuse.

"Mengyao, don't be willful." Su Mengli shook her head and said, "Come back quickly."

Su Mengyao immediately wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, and obediently returned to the back without saying a word, standing with Su Mengli.

Su Mengli gently patted her head, then said to Mo Xiangwen and the others, "Excuse me, Mengyao and I have class, so we'll be leaving now."

Mo Xiangwen paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, we also received the news that we have to send Shishi back."

"Is that so?" Su Mengli looked at Bai Shishi thoughtfully and chuckled, "Then Shishi, remember to let us know next time you come, so I can prepare for an offline group."

"Okay!" Bai Shishi replied, trying her best to appear energetic. "Goodbye, Mengli and Mengyao."

"Okay, goodbye, Shishi." After saying goodbye to her, Su Mengli turned and left with her dejected sister.

Although he felt somewhat sorry for Su Mengyao, he still found the scene quite amusing.

After dropping Bai Shishi off at the agreed location with Yan Nuoya, he found that the counselor was already waiting for them in her car.

When the counselor saw them, he quickly came to greet them.

As soon as she reached the counselor, Bai Shishi obediently returned to her side.

Concerned about her daughter, Fu Qianping anxiously took her hand, looked her up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not injured.

"Shishi, are you alright?"

Bai Shishi nodded vigorously: "Yes, Xiao Yi and Sister Nuoya care about me a lot."

Fu Qianping looked at the two of them and thanked them repeatedly.

After Bai Shishi said goodbye to the two men, they took her into the car.

"Shishi, did you have fun?"

"Well, I'm very happy."

After playing all afternoon, Bai Shishi, who was already forcing herself to stay awake, was sitting in the back row and was almost asleep. She was speaking in a weak and listless voice.

"That's good. You haven't forgotten anything, have you? Shall we go home now?"

Bai Shishi, who was feeling drowsy, suddenly remembered something, shuddered, and quickly said, "Mom, wait a minute, I forgot to tell them something."

Fu Qianping, who was about to start the engine, stopped and glanced at the rearview mirror; the two people hadn't gone far.

"Okay, go ahead then, Mom will wait for you here."

Bai Shishi opened the car door and saw them walking and chatting. She quickly ran a few steps to the two of them.

Mo Xiangwen was also somewhat surprised to see Bai Shishi suddenly catch up with them from behind.

Seeing that Bai Shishi seemed to want to say something, but seeing her rapid breathing, he comforted her, "Don't rush, take a break first."