I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Yan Nuoya blinked, looked at him, and ignored his cryptic remarks.

Mo Xiangwen gave an awkward laugh and continued, "You know, this method is very effective, so it will inevitably attract discussion and even criticism, such as being too utilitarian or involving bad guidance."

He paused, and seeing that Yan Nuoya seemed to be listening attentively, the corners of his mouth curved up: "Isn't it great that we have a tall guy to help us with the pressure now?"

"This game's lifespan was originally only three days."

"In that case, we can simply remove most of the ads then."

"Subsequent benefits are not that important."

"So, in reality, having this model copied is a win-win situation for us—a win twice."

Upon hearing this, Yan Nuoya's lips finally twitched slightly upwards, though it was very faint and almost invisible, but the tension in her lips finally disappeared.

She sighed softly, her voice tinged with helplessness: "Nonsense."

"Whether it's crooked or not, the principle is the same." Seeing that her emotions had eased, Mo Xiangwen also relaxed and said slowly, "The key is that we won't lose out, and everyone is happy, so isn't that enough?"

"Look at Bai Shishi, she was so happy this afternoon."

She didn't argue anymore, but pulled the blanket up even higher, wrapping herself up more tightly, leaving only her head showing.

"Are you sleepy now?" Mo Xiangwen asked softly.

"Mmm," Yan Nuoya responded softly.

Goodnight.

"Good night."

P.S.: Actually, the cover is also a combination, but I think this one is pretty good too. I just saw it today, what do you guys think? Oh right, yesterday's was also a combination of two, I forgot to label it, let's speed up this part of the story.

Chapter 126 Catching a Cold

"...Chirp."

A soft, short sneeze echoed gently in the quiet studio in the early morning.

Mo Xiangwen had just woken up and was about to get up from the sofa to go for a morning run with Su Mengli and Su Mengyao when he heard this voice and was immediately stunned.

He turned his head to look at the person beside him with some confusion. Yan Nuoya was still wearing her nightgown, curled up on the sofa with a thin blanket draped over her legs, engrossed in reading a book.

Reading a book for a while every morning is a small habit of Yan Nuoya's.

The books she reads are not always the same; they include poetry collections, classics, and various novels. Even more outrageous is that most of the time, she reads textbooks.

She reads not only textbooks for her major, but also textbooks for non-major subjects.

They showed absolutely no awareness of the idea that college students cram for exams at the last minute.

But that's not the point.

The important thing is, where are the tissues? Did he mishear?

"I caught a cold." He thought for a moment, then said casually, standing up with one hand on the handrail and his gaze falling on her.

Yan Nuoya subconsciously denied it, without even raising her head, her voice muffled: "You misheard."

Her slender fingers gripped the edge of the book pages slightly, and her legs unconsciously curled up a little.

Mo Xiangwen stopped what he was doing, remained in that position, and silently looked at her.

Yan Nuoya seemed to sense his gaze, and finally looked up from between the pages of her book and looked back at him.

Although she only looked a little tired, there were no other signs.

But since he doesn't know how to tell if someone is sick by their facial expression, he might as well just try to trick them.

"I think it's probably not true." Mo Xiangwen said, pretending to be very certain. "It's early in the morning, and there are only the two of us in the studio. How could I have misheard?"

Yan Nuoya blinked, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she wanted to refute, but knew she couldn't hide it from everyone.

She hesitated for a moment, avoiding his gaze, and looked back at her book: "I feel... just a slight chill." Her voice was lower, with a barely perceptible nasal tone.

"Hmm, maybe. It's probably because the air conditioning was set too low last night." Mo Xiangwen nodded nonchalantly. "Should we go to the school clinic?"

He stretched and waited for her reply.

The air conditioning in the studio is maintained at 26°C, both day and night.

Even he feels a bit cold late at night if he's not properly covered by the blanket.

It was his oversight; perhaps it would have been more appropriate to set it to 28°C at night?

"Hmm..." she mumbled, "I'll go later."

“Anyway, I have nothing better to do.” Mo Xiangwen replied casually, as if it were a spur-of-the-moment decision: “Let me accompany you to the school clinic.”

Yan Nuoya looked at him with some surprise: "Weren't you going for a run?"

Mo Xiangwen yawned, looking rather lazy.

"Hey, Yan, I just want to find an excuse to be lazy." He paused for a moment, then continued, "I have my pride too, can you not make me spell it out so clearly?"

“...Okay.” Yan Nuoya pursed her lips slightly, nodded obediently, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Seeing that Yan Nuoya had agreed, he felt a little relieved.

No matter how you look at it, Yan Nuoya is his friend, classmate, partner, and employee.

We should at least show some concern for their health.

Even when he's at work, his boss will pretend to tell him to take a break.

Although in the end I didn't get even a few hours of free time.

Logically speaking, if it was just a cold, Nuoya could have simply gone to the school clinic or pharmacy to buy a box of Xiaochaihu or Ganmaoling.

But given her personality, even if she has a headache, if someone asks her, she'll probably just say, "It's nothing, I just caught a cold."

In that case, why don't you go to the school clinic?

Whether it's a cold or a fever, a quick thermometer reading will tell you.

"Then I'll wait for you outside," Mo Xiangwen said, and walked out of the studio.

Although the weather forecast predicts a high of around 34°C today, the actual perceived temperature is often a bit higher than the forecast.

However, it was early morning, the sun had just risen, and it was still relatively cool outside for the time being.

"I have something to take care of, so I won't be going for my morning run this day."

Mo Xiangwen sent the message to Su Mengli, thought for a moment, changed a few words slightly, and then sent it to Su Mengyao.

Although Su Mengli's knowledge is the same as Su Mengyao's knowledge, we should treat them equally.

About ten minutes later, Yan Nuoya came out, wearing a thin white coat and a mask over her pretty face.

The first time he saw Yan Nuoya wearing a mask, he subconsciously took another look.

There's a saying that people who aren't bad-looking become much better when they wear masks.

But at this moment, he felt that Yan Nuoya looked better without a mask.

"Let's go." Yan Nuoya's cool voice pulled him back to reality from his reverie.

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"It's probably a cold, but there's no fever," the female school doctor said after examining Yan Nuoya. "I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Take it on time, go home and get some rest, and don't overexert yourself."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Yan Nuoya nodded slightly to the school doctor, her voice slightly nasal, typical of someone with a cold, but she still tried her best to make her voice clear.

Holding the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Yan Nuoya pushed open the door of the consultation room and walked out.

Mo Xiangwen, who was sitting on the bench outside, almost immediately put away his phone and stood up to greet her.

"What did the doctor say?" he asked, his gaze falling on her face.

"It's just a common cold. I got some medicine and I'll be fine after a few days of rest," Yan Nuoya replied simply, her tone as calm as ever, though the slight nasal tone betrayed her discomfort.

Mo Xiangwen nodded without saying anything more, and took the bag of medicine from her hand.

When they returned to the studio, Su Mengli, Su Mengyao, and Bai Shishi were already there.

"Ah, you're back." Su Mengyao's eyes lit up immediately when she saw them, and an excited smile appeared on her face.

Before they could react, Su Mengyao continued impatiently, "I have some good news to tell you. Several media outlets have reported on our mini-game today, and we've also seen several popular content creators on websites doing gameplay videos. The level of discussion is much higher than we expected."

Hearing this, Bai Shishi, who was sitting quietly to the side, also raised her head, a bright smile on her face, and nodded vigorously in agreement, saying, "More and more people are praising the little fox for being cute online."

The atmosphere in the studio was instantly filled with this joy.

Su Mengli revealed a gentle smile, and even Yan Nuoya, whose face was still somewhat pale, had a slight upturn at the corners of her lips, revealing a faint smile.

Su Mengli looked at the two of them, paused for a moment when her gaze swept over Yan Nuoya's coat, and then shifted her gaze to carefully examine Yan Nuoya. She quickly noticed the faint weariness on Yan Nuoya's face and the paler color of her lips than usual.

Considering that Mo Xiangwen had specifically told her he had something to do this morning, but the two of them came back together, she immediately concluded that Yan Nuoya was probably feeling unwell.

She hesitated for a moment, and when Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya returned to their seats, she moved closer to Yan Nuoya, lowered her head slightly, and asked in a low voice with concern, "Nuoya? You look a little pale. Are you not feeling well?"

Yan Nuoya shook her head gently and replied in a low voice, "It's nothing, just a minor cold. I just got some medicine from the school clinic, it's nothing serious."

Su Mengli nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and quietly took out her phone after returning to her seat.

With a gentle tap on the screen, a message is sent out silently.

Mo Xiangwen's phone vibrated slightly in his pocket, and he curiously took it out and glanced at it.

Mengli? Why did she suddenly send him a private message?

Mengli: Nuoya doesn't look well; she seems a bit weak. Should Mengyao and I make an excuse to go back first? Let her rest quietly in the studio for a while?

Mo Xiangwen looked up, his gaze meeting Su Mengli's for a moment with a calm expression, and then he quickly typed a reply on the screen.

Xiang Wen: No need, she'll notice, and that would only put more psychological pressure on her.

Xiang Wen: Don't worry, it's probably just a minor cold. I'll just raise the temperature by two or three degrees later.

Mo Xiangwen switched to the universal remote control interface and quietly changed the temperature.

Although the air conditioner made a sound, it was drowned out by the voices of the other people who were having a good time chatting.

Chapter 127 Epilogue

Alarm clock: @LaoMo

Lao Mo: What's wrong?

Alarm clock: I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?

Old Mo: Well, here's the bad news.

Alarm Clock: [Shared a news link]

Alarm clock: You guys have been singled out and criticized. Of course, it's not just you; several other companies have also been criticized.

Alarm clock: You can see the details yourself.

So fast?

Mo Xiangwen raised an eyebrow slightly. Although a similar project he did in his previous life was also criticized later, that was quite a while later.

They've only been online for three days, and they've already gotten noticed? That's incredibly efficient.

However, upon closer examination, it makes sense.

After all, "Fox's Wandering in Chang'an" has been a real hit for the past three days, spreading all over the country, and almost everyone's social media feed has been flooded with it.

Their promise to donate all proceeds to charity only fueled the fire, amplifying the speed and reach of the message.

Mo Xiangwen clicked on the news link, and as Zhong Taihong had said, their studio was indeed on the list.

However, despite being the most popular mini-game at the moment, their names are ranked relatively low on the list of those being criticized.

Leading the charge is naturally the inescapable "mountain" of the internet sector.

Lao Mo: Okay, I understand. The rectification notice is probably on its way.

Alarm clock: What are you going to do?

What to do? Just change it according to the rules, or else... etc.