I really like your sand sculpture group friends

"and many more."

After handing the soy milk to Yan Nuoya, he was about to withdraw his hand when Yan Nuoya stopped him.

He looked over in confusion and saw Yan Nuoya carefully wiping away the water droplets that had condensed on the outside of the beverage bottle with a tissue.

After wiping it clean, I put the bottle of drink into his hand.

"I won't take your soy milk for nothing," Yan Nuoya said calmly, then turned her head back to look at the computer screen.

Mo Xiangwen took it and saw that it was a bottle of concentrated blueberry fruit drink.

It's been sitting for quite a while now; this bottle of fruit drink, which should have been refrigerated, now only has a slight coolness to it.

Trading soy milk for blueberry drink isn't a bad deal... Although he really can't drink that much right now, bottled drinks are fine as long as they're unopened and left out for a while until noon.

However, Mo Xiangwen felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Just as he was about to delve deeper into this feeling, the studio door clicked open again.

Besides him and Yan Nuoya, the only others who had a key to the studio were Su Mengli and Su Mengyao.

The entrepreneurship guidance center office originally had a spare key, but after learning that they had bought so much equipment, they simply gave him the spare key as well.

"You have too much stuff. To avoid any complications if anything is lost, you should keep the spare key yourselves."

These are Mr. Li's original words.

He understood what Mr. Li meant; it wasn't about shirking the school's security responsibilities, but rather about preventing unpleasant incidents from happening.

He expressed his understanding to Mr. Li and accepted the spare key.

However, two keys weren't enough, so he had two more made for Su Mengli and Su Mengyao.

In this way, since the four people in the studio have keys, he doesn't have to worry about accidentally losing his own key.

"Huh, the light's on." Su Mengyao's voice was the first to be heard.

He turned his head and saw Su Mengyao looking at him.

"Hey, good morning, Xiang Wen and Nuoya." Su Mengyao waved to them with a bright smile.

Before he could answer, Su Mengli's voice rang out first.

"Don't block the doorway, come in first, okay?" Su Mengli urged from behind, "I'm still carrying things."

Su Mengyao quickly came in and made way for the doorway. Su Mengli, who was following closely behind her, finally appeared. She was carrying a white plastic bag from the supermarket, which looked bulging and contained quite a lot of things.

"Good morning, Xiang Wen and Nuo Ya," Su Mengli greeted them with a smile.

Yan Nuoya nodded gently and replied, "Good morning, Mengli and Mengyao."

"Good morning, you two," Mo Xiangwen replied with a smile, glancing at the plastic bag in her hand. "Need any help?"

After saying that, without waiting for her reply, he stood up, left his seat, and walked over.

He had only taken two steps when Su Mengli quickly waved her hand to stop him.

"No need, it's just some snacks. It looks like a lot, but it's not heavy." Su Mengli turned around, took two steps, and placed the bag on the coffee table. "Besides, I was planning to put the snacks here anyway. Just take what you want."

Since Su Mengli said so, he simply sat back down and began to study and work at the same time.

After going to the arcade with them yesterday, he felt it was necessary to speed things up.

Although there's an overload mode, so he doesn't have to worry about slowing down the team, everyone is working hard, and him slacking off by himself is somewhat affecting morale.

The entire studio fell silent. Although there were a few occasional voices, they were all discussing work-related issues.

He had lost track of time, and had even taken several sips of his coffee.

That said, it's really tough, just like the atmosphere in the studio right now.

This Yan Nuoya product really doesn't contain any added sugar.

Just as he was silently complaining to himself, Su Mengli suddenly stood up.

"By the way, Xiang Wen, after we got back yesterday, Meng Yao and I discussed it," Su Mengli said earnestly. "I have an idea I'd like to share with you."

He frowned when he saw Su Mengli's expression, but it seemed that what Su Mengli was about to say was very important.

"What are your thoughts?" he asked, puzzled. He decided to wait for Su Mengli to finish speaking before replying.

"During this period, you kept saying that we didn't need to think about it so complicatedly, and that we should just make a simple little game."

"Correct."

Su Mengli hesitated for a moment before saying, "Although I know you're doing this for our own good and don't want to put too much pressure on us."

No, at least not entirely.

The reason this game became so popular is actually 80% due to its bizarre promotional methods.

Although he was internally complaining, Mo Xiangwen did not interrupt her, but patiently continued to listen to her.

Seeing that he didn't object, Su Mengli, who had been secretly observing him, breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "But after thinking about it, I felt that since we've already done it, and the purpose is to take this opportunity to promote our studio's reputation."

"Why not simply make the game more refined and fun, and then create a mascot?"

"So the impression players have of our studio, besides the good impression gained from doing charity, is also because the game itself is quite exquisite and interesting."

"This will be more advantageous for our subsequent games, right?"

"Moreover... it can also solve some of the problems you don't like about this kind of promotion method."

Su Mengli finished speaking in one breath, looking at him somewhat nervously.

She didn't know why, but despite being a senior student and having been the president of the game club, she suddenly felt a little nervous.

Mo Xiangwen pondered for a while before slowly saying, "...What you said makes a lot of sense, but you forgot to consider that the game is ultimately a mini-program, so I can't say to what extent it can be done."

Su Mengli pursed her lips; she had indeed momentarily forgotten that this was a game made using a mini-program.

“However, we have a tradition.” Mo Xiangwen suddenly smiled and changed the subject: “We can consider a compromise and do our best within our carrying capacity and our own capabilities.”

"By the way, we might need to outsource the making of this mascot."

As if afraid he would misunderstand, Su Mengli quickly explained, "After all, you said the next game type is not ink painting style, and I don't want to leave players with too deep an existing impression, thinking that we will always be in this style in the future."

Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Although it will cost a little, this money is a long-term investment, and he can tell the difference between what is more important and what is less important.

It's strange, every word Su Mengli says makes so much sense.

Is this what a top student looks like? I'm in love!

Yan Nuoya's progress in programming is unmatched without him using cheat codes. Su Mengyao is knowledgeable in many areas, and Su Mengli is not only skilled in game development but can also offer him business advice.

Even setting aside friendship and speaking without personal bias, these individuals are all truly talented after they leave.

Well, although Su Mengli and Su Mengyao probably don't need to work.

While pondering, Mo Xiangwen replied somewhat absentmindedly, "Then I'll ask Bai Shishi to help me ask. I don't know if her friend knows or has time."

"Huh?" Su Mengli asked, puzzled, "Bai Shishi's friend? The one Bai Shishi mentioned introducing to you in the group chat last time?"

"Ah, don't worry about it too much. If she can't do it, we can discuss finding another outsourcing company." Mo Xiangwen's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he quickly changed the subject: "Anyway, thank you for your good suggestion, Miss Mengli."

He clapped enthusiastically and said half-jokingly, "I'll buy you a little red flower online later."

Su Mengli glared at him, but she was still somewhat happy that her suggestion had been adopted.

"But I still have something to say." Mo Xiangwen straightened up and suddenly put on a serious expression.

Su Mengli stiffened, thinking he had something else to say, and immediately straightened her back slightly to focus her attention.

“We’re friends and shareholders together.” Mo Xiangwen sighed and said slowly, “Although I can understand that everyone is more… well, more focused when they’re working.”

“But if everyone is so restrained once they get into work mode, what’s the difference between us and the company?”

Mo Xiangwen changed from a serious expression to a half-helpless, half-dejected look, lying on the sofa chair: "This is too boring. Can't you guys do some work in between games?"

He likes quiet, but he really dislikes the dull silence of the company.

"Stop doing this, play games, go online."

Su Mengli chuckled and relaxed: "Alright, let's play for a while first."

"Let's play games, go online!" Su Mengyao's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed softly, repeating the announcement on the spot.

Yan Nuoya pursed her lips and nodded with a slight smile.

Just as they were about to start the game, there was a knock on the studio door.

"Everyone's already here, why is someone knocking on the door... Could it be the teacher?" Su Mengyao whispered.

They can't have worked for so long, and then he just loudly said "Play games, go online" and the teacher checking them happened to hear it.

That's so tragic, it's like the injustice done to Dou E.

Mo Xiangwen glanced at the surveillance footage with surprise and doubt.

...She really is a teacher, but a teacher who is accompanied by a beautiful white-haired girl.

Chapter 109 Do good students have special privileges?

Although he said that Bai Shishi could bring her to school whenever she had time, and they would take care of her.

However, he thought that the counselor would at least tell them, and then he would go to the office or pick up Bai Shishi at the school gate.

Even if we take a step back, Bai Shishi should have mentioned it in the group chat.

How could this be? They just stormed into the studio.

He wasn't surprised that the counselor knew exactly which room it was.

After all, as long as you go to the entrepreneurship guidance center, reveal your identity, and ask, whether it's senior students or Professor Li, they will definitely answer your questions.

Mo Xiangwen gripped the doorknob, unusually hesitant.

I have this strange, inexplicable feeling of guilt. What's wrong with me?

It's like being a jerk and then getting confronted by your parents.

It's okay, it's okay, everyone's here anyway.

This is a legitimate studio.

Mo Xiangwen comforted himself with a word and turned the doorknob to the studio.

What comes into view is, of course, the counselor.

"Good morning, teacher." Mo Xiangwen greeted the counselor with a big smile.

Fu Qianping gave Mo Xiangwen a strange look. She was the one who asked for help, but judging from his expression, it seemed like their positions and attitudes had been reversed.

"Good morning, Mo." Fu Qianping replied with a smile, "Thank you for your help again today."

"No, no, we're friends with Bai Shishi, how could we be considered trouble?" Mo Xiangwen stepped aside, making room for her, and smiled, "Teacher, would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

...This attitude is so different from when she first entrusted her with this task.

Does this mean that her role as a counselor and the prestige she garners are less important than the prestige of her own daughter?

Fu Qianping glanced into the room and, just as he had said, there were three other girls inside.

This way, she could feel a little more at ease.

Although he is considered her student and not a dangerous person, it is still somewhat inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together in a room.

"No need, I have to go back to work." Fu Qianping shook her head and said half-jokingly, "Besides, you guys won't be able to have fun if I'm here."

Uh, what does this sentence mean?

Did you just overhear them talking about playing games, or are you implying they might be too reserved?

Fortunately, Fu Qianping was just making a joke.

"Shishi, haven't you always wanted to come over?" Fu Qianping stepped aside slightly, making way for her. "Why didn't you greet anyone when you arrived?"

"Because it's not easy for two people to stand side by side in this stairwell, Mom." Bai Shishi walked up and complained with a hint of helplessness, "I've wanted to say hello to Xiao Yi for a long time, okay?"

Then she turned her gaze to him, and a bright smile immediately appeared on her cute little face: "Xiao Yi, I'm here."

"Everyone is looking forward to your arrival," Mo Xiangwen said with a smile.

Seeing Bai Shishi again after so long made him happy, and his smile became much brighter, just like hers.