I really like your sand sculpture group friends

"Next time you come, we can play right here in the studio, and we won't have to go to crowded places like bubble tea shops anymore."

“Next time, I’ll prepare some special chess pieces and maps,” Su Mengli said. “Next time you come, we can not only play board games, but also role-playing games.”

Bai Shishi was slightly taken aback and thought about it carefully for a while.

Perhaps, it seems that this is indeed the case.

For her, being able to hang out with familiar faces in the studio without having to endure the curious stares of others is certainly a good thing.

However... she was still a little envious of everyone else.

You can't be willful, you can't be willful, you can't cause trouble for Xiao Yi and everyone else.

Bai Shishi silently reminded herself.

Just tell your mom that you'll take her to school whenever you have the chance.

However... wouldn't this also cause trouble for the mother?

"Mmm." Bai Shishi responded emphatically, as if she had made up her mind: "I'm looking forward to it."

Mo Xiangwen naturally had no idea what Bai Shishi was thinking, but he breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing her answer.

He no longer wanted to dwell on this issue, especially since he already had some thoughts about Bai Shishi.

"Let's not talk about that now, let's start the game." He casually clicked the game launch icon, pausing for a moment before the "Generate Underground World?" option.

"Want to play in the burrow?" He scrolled through his mouse wheel and asked directly into the voice chat, "Anyone interested in playing in the burrow?"

"A hole?" Su Mengyao, who had just returned with a drink, walked up to him and gently placed the now-room-temperature orange juice on the table.

Su Mengyao bent down, tilted her head, and curiously leaned closer to the screen: "Which one are you talking about?"

There was now a glimpse of Su Mengyao's back head between him and the screen. The distance wasn't too close, but the faint scent of shampoo still wafted over.

"Thank you." Mo Xiangwen leaned back slightly and gently pushed her head aside.

When his fingertips touched Su Mengyao's hair, the unexpected smoothness made him pause for a moment, then he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

That's strange, do pretty girls have some kind of privilege?

It feels much softer than his hair.

"I haven't even seen it clearly yet, why did you push me away?" Su Mengyao pouted slightly, complaining with some dissatisfaction.

"You're blocking my way, how am I supposed to point it out to you?"

Mo Xiangwen glanced at her speechlessly, then pointed to the empty checkbox on the mouse screen.

Su Mengyao followed his finger and finally found the location.

"It seems there's nothing there."

Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment and explained, "You can think of it as a complete underground world. Once it's activated, entrances to the underground will be randomly generated on the map. In addition to regular surface exploration, you can also go deep underground for adventure."

Su Mengyao asked in confusion, "Wormhole?"

“It’s not quite the same.” Mo Xiangwen unconsciously lowered his voice. “Wormholes are spatial jumps, but this is a real underground world. You’ll understand once you get into the game.”

"Why didn't we see it the previous times?" Bai Shishi's voice came through the earphone.

“It’s simple.” Mo Xiangwen shrugged. “Because I’ve never enabled this option. Generating the underground world takes almost ten minutes longer. I used to just play around and restart, so there’s no need to wait that long.”

"Let's start this time," Su Mengli's gentle voice rang out. "It's rare that everyone is here, so this save file should last longer."

"Yeah, let's open it!" Su Mengyao excitedly patted his shoulder. "I'm really curious to see what's new."

“Okay, I’ll create the room then.” Mo Xiangwen nodded and bluntly told Su Mengyao to leave: “You’d better go back to your seat and wait.”

Su Mengyao rolled her eyes at him, wondering why he suddenly became so fierce, and walked away grumbling.

Mo Xiangwen clicked "Generate World," waiting for the giant black hand to create creatures.

About ten minutes later, the group was able to pass through the strange door and enter this bizarre world.

They were lucky today; they quickly found a suitable base location. It was a rare treat to survive until the day of the hound attack. Fortunately, Bai Shishi had been with him the whole time, and Yan Nuoya and the others had learned to make spears and wooden armor. Dealing with the hounds was a piece of cake; they easily defeated all the enemies, achieving for the first time that everyone survived before winter.

"That's enough for today," Su Mengli suddenly said. "It's getting late, Mengyao and I should go back."

Mo Xiangwen glanced at the time; it was already 22 PM without him realizing it. Time flies when you're playing games online; before he knew it, it was time to get off evening self-study.

"Okay, I'll see you off."

"Wait a minute." Yan Nuoya, who hadn't said much until now, suddenly spoke up: "I'll go with you to see them off."

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Conversation on a Night Road

"I didn't expect Su Mengli and the others to have a driver to pick them up," Mo Xiangwen said, watching the taillights of the departing car.

He knew that Su Mengli and her husband came from well-off families, but he didn't expect them to be so wealthy as to hire a driver to pick them up and drop them off.

Yan Nuoya watched the car disappear around the corner and nodded slightly: "They've always had the air of young ladies from wealthy families, so it's not surprising."

"Actually, you look quite like her too." Mo Xiangwen turned his head to look at her, his tone half joking and half serious.

Indeed, in terms of temperament, Yan Nuoya is in no way inferior to the other two. Her innate aloofness makes her seem even more unapproachable than Su Mengli and the others.

Judging from the other students' opinions, Yan Nuoya is probably a rich girl, right?

"I can't afford a driver," Yan Nuoya said with a faint smile. "How about you become my personal driver?"

"You can wait," Mo Xiangwen said with a smile, raising an eyebrow. "Who knows, what if we actually get to see it?"

The campus paths were quiet at night, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

The two walked for a while longer, then turned a corner, and suddenly things became lively.

The dormitory building was brightly lit, clothes were hanging on the balconies, and the sounds of students chatting and laughing could be heard from inside.

"Are you still not used to it?" Mo Xiangwen suddenly asked.

Yan Nuoya lowered her head slightly: "Su Mengyao's thoughts are quite straightforward, it's alright."

“But Su Mengli…” she pursed her lips, “I’m still adjusting.”

"Take your time." Mo Xiangwen slowed his pace. "Actually, there's no need to overthink it. At least Su Mengli, Su Mengyao, and Bai Shishi don't need much worry."

"Mm." Yan Nuoya nodded gently. "I understand."

“I can understand why you don’t like socializing,” Mo Xiangwen sighed, “but I originally thought it would be easier for you if it were them.”

Yan Nuoya did not answer his question directly, but replied softly, "If it's just them, I'll give it a try."

He stared blankly at Yan Nuoya's profile, suddenly wondering if he had made a mistake.

Although his judgment at the time was that Yan Nuoya needed a place where she would feel more comfortable, was a studio really necessarily better than a library?

Perhaps Yan Nuoya needs more time to gradually overcome her resistance to contacting Su Mengli and the others.

Instead of being pulled directly into the studio like this.

At the time, he was only thinking about helping her, but he didn't carefully consider the social pressure she might face in the short term.

"I'm starting to regret not asking for your opinion before bringing you into the studio." Mo Xiangwen shook his head, somewhat remorsefully saying, "Maybe it would be better to bring this up with you later."

Of course, Yan Nuoya is not without social skills, she just doesn't like socializing.

He had no doubt that she could handle the current situation if she wanted to.

However, if he were to make her feel uncomfortable as well, then there would obviously be no point in him bringing Yan Nuoya into the studio.

“That was the perfect timing,” Yan Nuoya shook her head, denying his statement.

"Also, I'm very grateful to you, okay?" She tilted her head slightly, looked at him quietly, and smiled. "No matter how uncomfortable it is, it's still better than being in the dormitory or the library now."

"Because, in the end, no matter how uncomfortable I am with Su Mengli and Su Mengyao, it's still better than being with strangers."

Before Mo Xiangwen could think of what to say, he saw her suddenly realize something.

"Or are you hoping to hear something else? Like..." Yan Nuoya cleared her throat, drawing out her words, and continued, "My benefactor's kindness is immeasurable, I have no way to repay it, so I can only..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Mo Xiangwen quickly interrupted her, his face darkening. "What are you talking about? Be careful, or I'll dock your pay."

"Salary?" Yan Nuoya blinked, her tone surprised. "Did I used to get a salary?"

He could clearly hear a hint of teasing in Yan Nuoya's tone.

"Then you're out of money now." Mo Xiangwen sighed dramatically, "I never expected someone would voluntarily save me money."

Yan Nuoya smiled faintly: "In that case, it's gone, it's gone."

She smiled faintly and spoke in a flat tone, seemingly not caring at all.

Faced with her attitude, Mo Xiangwen was at a loss for words.

It's fine if it's a joke, but this person might actually be serious.

The boys' dormitory was closer to the school gate than the girls' dormitory. The two soon reached the fork in the road.

"Let me take you back to your dorm," Mo Xiangwen suggested.

Yan Nuoya was a little confused: "It's safe at school, there's no need to send you there specially."

"It's on the way anyway," Mo Xiangwen insisted. "I still need to go back to the studio to get the trash I forgot to take out."

"Then I'll come with you?"

"Then I'll have to take you back again." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "It's just two bags of trash, I can carry them myself."

Seeing his resolute attitude, Yan Nuoya stopped insisting.

When she arrived at the dormitory building, she waved and whispered goodbye, "See you tomorrow."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

After watching her walk into the dormitory building, Mo Xiangwen turned and headed towards his studio.

I arrived at the startup incubation base via a side road, and to my surprise, the area was quiet.

But looking around, many activity rooms still had their lights on, and it was unclear whether someone was working overtime or had simply forgotten to turn them off.

He pushed open the studio door and, with a click, switched on the lights.

There were four people in the studio just now, making it lively and bustling, but now he's all alone.

All four computers had their screens off, and the sofa was neatly put back in its place—except for his, since even if he hadn't forgotten to take out the trash, he was planning to come back again anyway.

Well, there's still a little time, let's work a little overtime.

Mo Xiangwen lay down on the soft sofa and restarted the computer.

In this day and age, the internet is full of tutorials and learning materials from all walks of life.

Therefore, even if he is not a computer science major, he can still learn what he wants online.

But he wasn't really interested in learning another subject, so he simply took a break.

As he studied, he opened a document and casually typed, jotting down his thoughts.

This kind of game is indeed not difficult to make; I think it should be completed before the winter break of this semester.

However, he was unaware of how familiar Yan Nuoya, Su Mengli, and Su Mengyao were with this skill.

Considering that learning from scratch might take even longer?

Three months? I don't know if that will work.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

What kind of game producer is he? Not only is he bad at the game himself, but he also has no idea what the members' skill level is.

If all else fails, then he can teach them step by step.

So, he needs to study a little longer before that, so as not to embarrass himself.

P.S.: I'm sleepy. I'll fix any problems tomorrow.

Chapter 100 Come here quickly, we have something to talk about.

Why hasn't Mo Xiangwen arrived yet? Is there something wrong that caused him to skip class?

Yan Nuoya rested her delicate chin on her hand, looking at the back door of the classroom with a utterly shameless expression.

Although Mo Xiangwen had said some of the classes were "easy" and that he might not come at all.