I really like your sand sculpture group friends

"Where did I not make a sound? I chatted with Mengli for several minutes before I came over."

"Oh dear, I just can't settle down to play games." Su Mengyao closed the background apps and said mysteriously, "Why don't you guess how the background data is going?"

However, her bright and spirited eyes, and the irrepressible upward curve of her lips, completely betrayed her.

"This is the first time I've heard that you need to calm down to fight the Eagle Bear Alliance." Mo Xiangwen shook his head helplessly at first, then smiled and asked cooperatively, "So how's the backend data?"

"It's growing incredibly fast." Su Mengyao drawled out her words, saying happily, "There are new players almost every time we refresh the page. If this trend continues, we'll definitely have 50,000 people playing our game in a week."

Bai Shishi's pale face flushed red with excitement, and she nodded vigorously.

A week later? Mo Xiangwen chuckled to himself; this was somewhat disrespectful of the game and its promotional method.

However, it sounded a bit presumptuous to say it now, so he kept his thoughts to himself and waited to see how they would react tomorrow.

Su Mengli appeared beside him at some point and chuckled, "I just saw someone sharing this game in our freshman group."

“Sis, that’s because you haven’t seen the class group chat.” Su Mengyao immediately said, “Several people in the class group chat have been sharing it for a while now.”

"That's because you forwarded a message to the class group first thing this morning." Su Mengli sighed softly and reminded him, "Don't do that next time, or the classmates might have something to say."

"Hehe." Su Mengyao gave a cute look and happily agreed, "Okay, sis."

Seeing her like this, Su Mengli shook her head helplessly.

Chapter 125 A Great Success and a Pat on the Head. (4K Two-in-One)

More than a day has passed since "Fox Travels in Chang'an" was launched.

These short twenty-odd hours felt both long and filled with restraint for the studio members.

Campus forums, WeChat Moments, and QQ groups have been flooded with posts featuring that lively little fox. Phrases like "regional ranking," "surpassing friends," and "at least you tried" have become frequently used buzzwords, generating astonishing popularity.

Following Mo Xiangwen's "three rules" with everyone—to maintain a good mindset, do not look at the backend data for the time being.

People could only vaguely sense the game's explosive popularity from the enthusiastic discussions among their friends and the overwhelming online buzz, but they always suppressed the urge to confirm it for themselves.

A subtle atmosphere permeated the studio; everyone seemed somewhat distracted, and a palpable anxiety, forcibly suppressed by immense anticipation, hung in the air.

When Mo Xiangwen walked in, he felt this indescribable atmosphere.

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Su Mengyao, who was clearly restless.

"Mengyao." He walked up behind her, his voice low but instantly drawing everyone's attention:

"How long has it been since you checked the backend?"

Su Mengyao turned around abruptly as if a switch had been flipped: "The last time? Yesterday afternoon before I went home! And then you strictly forbade it!"

She counted on her fingers, her voice filled with grievance, looking at him pitifully, and said, "It's been almost a day, do you know how I've gotten through this day?"

Seeing her eager expression, Mo Xiangwen finally smiled and said, "You can watch it now."

"Huh? Huh? Huh?" Su Mengyao's voice suddenly rose, her eyes shining: "Judging from your expression, could it be that you've already achieved your goal of 50,000?! So fast?!"

Her heart pounded, a battle between anticipation and disbelief raging within her.

Mo Xiangwen didn't answer directly, but just smiled and gestured to her computer screen: "You'll see when you see it."

This sentence was like breaking a seal.

Su Mengyao quickly returned to her seat and began typing on the keyboard to log in.

Bai Shishi quickly ran over and stood beside her, watching.

Yan Nuoya and Su Mengli opened the backend on their computers at their respective locations.

The only sounds in the studio were mouse clicks and tense breathing.

Su Mengyao opened the data overview page, her eyes eagerly searching for the number of times users shared the data.

Her gaze froze.

Leaning slightly forward, fingers lightly tapping the screen, lips moving silently, as if performing a solemn confirmation ceremony.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands... millions... tens of millions?!" He enunciated each word clearly.

"Ten...ten million?!" Su Mengyao's voice suddenly rose, trembling with shock as she abruptly turned to look at Mo Xiangwen and the others: "Share count! Thirteen million two hundred and seventy thousand times?! I...I didn't miscount, did I?!"

The numbers were like boulders thrown into calm water.

"Ten million shares?" The backend on Su Mengli's computer had just loaded, and she looked at the number in disbelief, counting it over and over again.

Bai Shishi, who had already moved closer to Su Mengyao's screen, covered her mouth with her small hand, her beautiful eyes wide open, and pointed at the huge number, speechless with excitement.

Yan Nuoya also saw the numbers on the screen and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It's true." Su Mengli tried to keep her voice steady, but a slight tremor was still visible.

She looked up, her gaze meeting Mo Xiangwen's smiling eyes for a fleeting moment. Unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips, she broke into a radiant smile she had never shown before: "Over 13 million shares! The retention rate... far exceeded expectations."

"I saw it! So many people... like the little fox I drew!" Bai Shishi finally found her voice, her face flushed with excitement. She immediately ran from Su Mengyao's computer to Mo Xiangwen, tilting her head up with bright, wine-red eyes: "On the forum and in my WeChat Moments, many people are saying that the little fox is very cute."

In her excitement, she unconsciously reached out and grabbed Mo Xiangwen's wrist, shaking it gently.

Seeing her excited expression, Mo Xiangwen's eyes softened a bit. He smiled and gently rubbed her head with his other hand, feeling the soft touch of her hair in his palm.

Bai Shishi felt the warmth on her head, and her face suddenly turned a little red. She looked at him and smiled shyly.

The joy of success instantly filled the entire studio.

Su Mengyao excitedly stood up lightly from her seat, her face beaming with a bright smile. She walked a few steps to Mo Xiangwen, stretched out her hand, and called out crisply, "Yay! Xiangwen!"

Looking into her bright eyes, Mo Xiangwen smiled broadly and gave her a light high five.

"Yay! Mengyao!"

After the high-five, Su Mengyao excitedly turned to Su Mengli, who was closest to her, seeking another high-five in celebration.

After giving Su Mengyao a high five with a smile, Su Mengli took a deep breath, her bright smile lingering on her face, her bright gaze fixed on Mo Xiangwen for a long time.

On the other side, Yan Nuoya slowly released the mouse, nodded slightly in Mo Xiangwen's direction, and a charming smile appeared on her lips.

The target of 50,000 seems like a joke to them right now.

Looking at his companions' varied yet equally genuine excitement, Mo Xiangwen chuckled and said, "Yes, we succeeded!"

Cheers echoed through the studio, and the immense joy made everyone feel a little elated.

To celebrate this unexpected success and to relax after a long day, Mo Xiangwen suggested with a smile, "Let's go, lunch is on me! Order whatever you want to celebrate our great start!"

"Of course, the meal we promised to eat out with is still valid."

His suggestion was met with an immediate and enthusiastic response, with even Su Mengli and Yan Nuoya nodding in agreement with relaxed smiles.

After enjoying a hearty and lively lunch in the school's commercial street, the group returned to the studio.

The excitement hadn't completely subsided, and the studio was filled with a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Su Mengyao had just sat down and was scrolling through her phone when she suddenly frowned slightly, and said softly with a hint of surprise and slight annoyance, "You're so fast."

"What did you find?" Su Mengli, who was sitting next to her, leaned over to look.

“Look at this.” Su Mengyao turned her phone screen towards everyone, showing the interface of a mini-game: “I just browsed and found that several different types of mini-games, whether they are existing or newly launched, have added social rankings and those slogans.”

Everyone took out their phones to check.

Sure enough, several mini-games with very different styles have already added social ranking lists and sarcastic slogans.

Bai Shishi frowned as she looked at the familiar words, then looked at Mo Xiangwen with concern: "Xiao Yi, will they... steal our players away?"

Su Mengli frowned slightly, then calmly added, "And they acted very quickly; in just over a day, they copied the function into multiple games."

Yan Nuoya put down her phone and analyzed softly, "This kind of social fission mechanism itself has no technical barriers, so it's normal that it can be copied quickly."

"Furthermore, there's no such thing as plagiarism when it comes to the marketing strategy of social media marketing," Su Mengli added.

Despite his companions' worries, Mo Xiangwen remained unusually calm, even displaying a hint of knowing satisfaction that "it's finally here."

He wasn't surprised, after all, in the field of social networking, if Tencent dares to claim second place, no one dares to claim first.

This kind of social feature is something that others have already explored.

"Don't worry." He tried to keep his tone calm as he glanced at everyone. "Relax, this is normal."

To be honest, he was not a good, or even a qualified, speaker.

But at times like these, he needs to appear calm enough to put others at ease.

"First of all, the most important and profitable part of this social gameplay is the first three days."

“We have successfully used this mechanism to ignite social networks and reap the biggest and most delicious rewards—users’ novelty, curiosity, and the most valuable initial social media buzz.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Su Mengli and Yan Nuoya: "Nuoya's analysis is spot on. There is indeed no technical barrier to replicating the 'social ranking' mechanism itself."

He turned his gaze to Su Mengli and nodded slightly. "Mengli's point of view is also very insightful. The core gameplay concept of the 'Regional Social Ranking List' is a common model in the industry and has nothing to do with plagiarism."

He then changed the subject: "But 'timing' is the biggest barrier! If newcomers start to implement the same mechanism now, the effect will inevitably be greatly reduced."

"They don't make any commitment to donate, so their conversion rate will be much lower than ours."

Finally, he smiled mysteriously and said, "And there's another surprise waiting for them."

I'm going to get yelled at, but I should at least yell at the tall guy first, right?

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The studio fell completely silent; all the lights were off, leaving only the blue light from the router flashing.

Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya were not asleep, but were half-lying on their respective "beds".

He reclined the chair back a little, sinking in and looking quite relaxed, but not quite at a sleeping position.

After a moment of silence, Mo Xiangwen suddenly spoke, his voice quite clear in the quiet room: "Still thinking about what happened this afternoon?"

He didn't turn his head; he kept looking at the ceiling.

There was no response from Yan Nuoya. After several seconds, she softly hummed in agreement, her voice a little muffled.

She moved slightly, pulling the thin blanket covering her up until it covered her shoulders.

For her, being imitated is not unacceptable, and she is not ignorant of the rules of the business world.

Money wasn't that important to her.

She wasn't sure what it was that truly bothered her.

She's just a little unhappy right now.

Mo Xiangwen then turned his head to look at her. In the dim light, he could only see half of her profile. Her usually cool and calm lips seemed a little tense at this moment, revealing a hint of fatigue that was not easily noticed.

"Don't worry about it too much." Mo Xiangwen's voice softened as he comforted her, "Our initial goal was 50,000 user shares. Do you remember this little fox who likes us?"

Yan Nuoya hummed in agreement again, this time turning her head slightly and looking at him in the dim light, waiting for him to continue.

Mo Xiangwen said casually, "We've actually exceeded our target for this core objective, haven't we?"

Seeing that Yan Nuoya remained silent, only looking at him with brimming eyes.

He continued, "As for the specific benefits it will ultimately bring, that's a matter for later. Frankly, the amount of that figure isn't that significant to us."

He suddenly smiled and said, "Have you forgotten? The original intention of this project was not to make a profit."

"We've done charity work and gained the fame and recognition we wanted." Mo Xiangwen shook his head: "That's enough for us. The land is sufficient."

"From now on, we will have the means to do what we want to do."

"Moreover, it will take them time to spread the word. These three days are enough for us to take away most of the profits from this model."

As Yan Nuoya listened, her brows seemed to relax a little. She sniffed, her voice very soft, as if she had a stuffy nose.

"So, the amount we can donate won't be significantly less just because this model is being copied?"

“Of course.” Mo Xiangwen smiled. “In fact, it might be more than you imagine.”

"Why?" Yan Nuoya asked in confusion, "If there are fewer users, the revenue will be less, so how can it be more?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure about that either." Mo Xiangwen shook his head. "I can only tell you if things actually happen as I suspect."

Yan Nuoya pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at her in dissatisfaction: "Pretending."

Strange, why does Noah seem to be more emotional tonight than usual?

Mo Xiangwen thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he didn't pay attention to it.

So he continued, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Besides, it's not necessarily a bad thing that some people follow the trend and rush to imitate it."