I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Just as his character was being hit and killed by the barrage of bullets, he was about to insert a coin to revive when he subconsciously glanced to the side.

Su Mengli was intently staring at the screen, the light from the game screen flashing across her face, illuminating her beautiful and focused profile.

Her expression was focused and calm, as if none of the noise and commotion in the arcade could affect her concentration while playing the game.

Such incredible focus! I feel like I can't match her even without using overload mode.

No wonder Su Mengli seems ridiculously good at every game she plays, even better than him in some genres.

However, as Su Mengyao said.

She looks quite cute when she's focused.

Whether she sensed Mo Xiangwen watching her, or because Mo Xiangwen hadn't inserted coins to revive his character in a long time, Su Mengli turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? What's wrong? Are we not going to revive and continue?"

Mo Xiangwen nodded and was about to insert a coin to continue the game when he suddenly heard a sound coming from not far away.

"Su Mengli?" Su Mengli's body stiffened slightly when her name was suddenly called.

Chapter 107 Was she really here to find inspiration?

"Su Mengli?"

Upon hearing the sound, Su Mengli paused only slightly before regaining her composure. She released the joystick, calmly stood up, and turned towards the source of the sound.

A few steps away, classmate Li Ting and her boyfriend Chen Feng stood there, both with obvious surprise on their faces.

Li Ting took a step closer, her face full of surprise: "How strange, to actually see you in a place like an arcade!" Her gaze then turned curiously to Mo Xiangwen beside her, the probing meaning self-evident.

Then, as if remembering something, she tiptoed and peeked behind Su Mengli: "Huh? Where's Mengyao? Isn't she sticking to you?"

Clearly, she was well aware of Su Mengyao's clingy personality.

Su Mengli wore a gentle smile and did not immediately answer where her sister had gone. Instead, her gaze fell on Li Ting, and she naturally asked, "Why did you come here too?"

"Me?" Li Ting immediately waved her hand, her tone slightly disgusted: "I have no interest in these electronic devices! They're so noisy!"

"But after watching the movie, Chen Feng said he wanted to come here to have some fun, so I came with him."

Upon hearing her words, Chen Feng looked embarrassed and glanced at Mo Xiangwen with envy.

His girlfriend has a pretty good personality, but like most girls, she's not interested in most games.

How could someone have a girlfriend who is both beautiful and good at playing games with them?

Before Su Mengli could react, Li Ting's gaze swept between Su Mengli and Mo Xiangwen, and a look of sudden realization suddenly appeared on her face. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she drawled out, "Oh~ I see!"

Seeing his girlfriend's expression, Chen Feng immediately understood and chimed in, "Dude, you're amazing! So many people in our department want to ask the most beautiful girl in our department out, but they can't get her to come. You've got some serious connections."

Mo Xiangwen had already stood up and turned to face the two men. Seeing that they were talking about him, he could only smile and nod at them.

After all, he wasn't familiar with the two of them, so there was no need for him to explain further, nor was it his place to explain.

Su Mengli still wore a calm smile on her face. She seemed somewhat helpless about Li Ting's "sudden realization," but she didn't look angry.

She smiled and introduced, "Li Ting, Chen Feng. This is my good friend, Mo Xiangwen."

Then she turned to Mo Xiangwen: "Xiangwen, this is my classmate Li Ting and her boyfriend Chen Feng."

"Then, about Mengyao, whom you asked about." Su Mengli paused, then pointed in the direction Su Mengyao had just left: "Mengyao went over there to play the claw machine."

Li Ting was taken aback. She had originally thought it was a date between the two of them, so she deliberately didn't bring Su Mengyao along.

But if Su Mengli said that Su Mengyao was also there, then it's possible that she guessed wrong.

Unless, of course, there is another possibility.

Li Ting convinced herself and said thoughtfully, "Oh, I see. Mengyao is here too. Looks like they're really good friends."

"But, my good friend, for someone to be able to call you, it seems you're quite a significant friend."

Li Ting smiled and winked mischievously at Su Mengli: "Alright, alright, I won't keep you any longer, the most beautiful girl in the department. Have fun with your best friend."

After saying that, without waiting for Su Mengli's reaction, he pulled Chen Feng and turned to leave.

The two came and went in a hurry, leaving Su Mengli and him standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

Su Mengli shook her head helplessly and said softly, "Forget it, let's just ignore them."

Still playing games?

"Let's go check on Mengyao." Su Mengli shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness. "After all, we're here to gather material today. I hope she doesn't get so caught up in having fun that she forgets about our important business."

"It's alright," Mo Xiangwen chuckled. "Even if we just came here for a day, it's no big deal."

Su Mengli pursed her lips, her eyes filled with confusion, and looked at him: "You, as the boss... how come you seem to spoil Mengyao even more than I do?"

“No,” Mo Xiangwen answered decisively, “Who said I’m your boss?”

This unexpected answer clearly startled Su Mengli.

Mo Xiangwen looked puzzled and asked, "Didn't you yourselves say you wanted to be shareholders? Why are you asking me now?"

"I was the one who suggested it..." Su Mengli paused, her voice softening, "...but I didn't expect you to trust us so much."

Mo Xiangwen was taken aback, but then he understood her concerns.

"You all trust me so much that you'd even forgo your salary to join the studio." He smiled and countered, "Isn't it normal for me to have some faith in you?"

He then shrugged, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice: "Besides, you two young ladies come from wealthy and powerful families, what could a penniless pauper like me possibly want from me?"

Of course, while it sounds nice, he still wouldn't trust any different people if they were actually in charge.

Forget about being a shareholder, they won't even let you into the studio.

The reason I can trust them so much is mainly because I've spent a long time with them and have indeed received a lot of help from them.

Su Mengli couldn't help but mutter, "Everyone here is inexperienced, they're all newbies... I really don't know how you agreed to this."

"Hmm..." Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment, his smile softening slightly, "Actually, working together is quite fun, isn't it?"

He originally intended to make an indie game by himself, which would be less costly, but certainly less efficient than working with several people.

And, as he just said.

Having a few trustworthy friends who aren't too concerned about gains and losses to work with is definitely more interesting than doing it alone in silence.

"Besides, didn't I already say that?" Mo Xiangwen explained, "This game isn't that complicated; it's just that you've always wanted to make it better."

"...Let's go find Mengyao first."

Su Mengli and Mo Xiangwen couldn't find Su Mengyao near the claw machine, so they had to start looking for her in the surrounding area.

She was eventually spotted in front of several music game machines.

Su Mengyao wasn't playing at all; instead, she was frozen in place, standing on tiptoe and staring intently at the screen of the largest game machine.

On the screen, the landscape background in the style of traditional Chinese ink painting undulates and ripples to the rhythm of intense electronic music.

"Mengyao," Su Mengli called out her name.

Su Mengyao turned around abruptly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at them: "Sister! Xiang Wen! Look at this!"

She pointed at the screen with slight excitement: "I've found the inspiration I've been looking for!"

Su Mengyao took out her phone and, while making notes in the memo, explained: "For example, when the character runs fast, the ink trail behind him looks like it's being blown by the wind and is very long."

"When you jump and land, a circle of ink-like ripples spread out from under your feet."

Su Mengli and Mo Xiangwen exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

Was she really here looking for inspiration?

Mo Xiangwen sighed inwardly, but he really hadn't intended to make things so complicated.

written request for leave

My arthritis and tenosynovitis flared up at the same time. I applied medication, gave my fingers a day to rest, and used the time to rethink the plot. (Purple sweet potato pudding)

Chapter 108 Yan Nuoya's Coffee, Su Mengli's Advice (4K Two-in-One)

In the morning, Mo Xiangwen opened the door with steamed buns and soy milk in his hands.

The studio was quiet as usual. The morning sunlight hadn't yet filtered in, and the curtains were drawn tightly, making the room somewhat dim... but not entirely.

He habitually looked towards his seat, only to find that Yan Nuoya was already nestled in her dark gray sofa chair next to him.

She was facing her computer screen, the cool light standing out sharply in the dim light, clearly illuminating her fair profile.

"What's wrong, Nuoya? You're here so early and you didn't turn on the lights." As Mo Xiangwen spoke, he casually turned on the room light, and the white light immediately filled the entire studio, sweeping away the dim atmosphere.

"Mmm." Yan Nuoya rubbed her eyes, yawned slightly, and responded softly.

Her head remained perfectly still, as if the world outside the screen had nothing to do with her, focused solely on her work, the keyboard clicks fast and soft.

As Mo Xiangwen walked past her, intending to return to his seat, he caught a glimpse of a pure white mug on her desk, with a small amount of black liquid floating inside.

It's probably coffee? It's so strong, almost black, you can't see a trace of milk.

I don't know if sugar was added. If not, he probably wouldn't be able to drink it.

However, a pure white mug...

Mo Xiangwen glanced at his desk and found that his white cup was still safely on the table.

A minor misunderstanding was resolved in less than three seconds without causing any negative impact, which is truly commendable.

He returned to his seat, put down his breakfast, and was about to pick up his cup to fill it with water when he found it was unexpectedly heavy, and he could feel a warmth even through the cup.

Upon closer inspection, the cup was filled with a black liquid and emitted a familiar but not commonly smelled fragrance.

...This is undoubtedly a coffee bar.

He doesn't like drinking coffee; in fact, he's not used to it.

Therefore, it's impossible that he forgot to pour out the coffee he drank last night and left it until this morning.

Besides, it's still warm, how could it be from last night?

As for the person who made him coffee, there's no need to think about it; who else could it be but Yan Nuoya?

The others haven't arrived at the studio yet, so how could they possibly make him coffee?

Mo Xiangwen stared at the coffee in his cup and fell silent.

Want some? Although he was still a little sleepy after only waking up, he had slept well last night, so it wasn't to the point of needing coffee.

More importantly, he... really didn't want to drink coffee, at least not right now.

All he wants now is a few sips of cool boiled water, followed by steamed buns and soy milk.

Did it fall over? That doesn't seem quite right...

And he's been drinking too many beverages lately; he's starting to worry about his health.

Why did Yan Nuoya suddenly make him a cup of coffee today? She doesn't seem to drink coffee much normally.

Yan Nuoya glanced at his pensive profile, a faint smile appearing on her face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Mo Xiangwen pondered for a long time, then turned to look at Yan Nuoya's delicate profile and asked, "Nuoya, would you like some soy milk?"

Hey, forget it.

It's impossible to throw it away; they've already prepared it for me, so even if I don't like it, I have to grit my teeth and finish it.

Besides, he didn't hate coffee to that extent.

Pretending to be focused on her work, Yan Nuoya, who was staring at the screen, paused, and her hands, which were gently tapping on the keyboard, involuntarily stopped.

She remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Okay."

He can't drink this soy milk anymore, but Yan Nuoya's coffee is almost finished, so giving it to her is fine too.

Consider it a thank you for making me coffee, but I still need to remind her not to make it for me next time.

For him, coffee is just a simple way to stay awake; he can make it himself when he needs it.

Mo Xiangwen picked up the soy milk, then switched it to his left hand and handed it over.

Yan Nuoya reached out and took the soy milk. Their fingertips touched briefly as they passed it over, and after a short pause, it was as if nothing had happened.