I really like your sand sculpture group friends

"Eh?"

"It's a win-win situation, isn't it? Everyone's after a good reputation, right?" Old Li chuckled. "The school will give you a reward in a while."

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Back in the studio, he sat down and typed a private message to Yan Nuoya.

This is ultimately someone else's business, although he knows that Yan Nuoya won't mind this matter now.

But even if you know it, you still have to respect people's privacy.

Xiang Wen: Fill out your application form again, and I'll take it to the teacher for you later.

Yan Nuoya looked at the message that suddenly popped up and suddenly felt a little lost.

Mo Xiangwen waited for a long time without receiving a reply, then turned to look at her and found her staring blankly at the screen.

"They probably didn't see it," Mo Xiangwen thought.

So he stood up and walked over to Yan Nuoya.

I was just about to say something to remind her to check the messages when I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a chat window on her screen.

Why didn't you reply to his message?

Mo Xiangwen subconsciously looked up, only to find that the chat box on her screen was her chat with him.

Could it be a low-grade fever? My head is spinning, and I can't think straight for a moment?

Mo Xiangwen was puzzled when he saw Yan Nuoya turn her head to look at him. Her complexion seemed paler than usual, and she was pressing her dry lips together tightly.

"Didn't you take the medicine the school doctor prescribed?" Mo Xiangwen gently touched her forehead. "You probably don't have a fever, do you?"

"She doesn't seem to have a fever..." Mo Xiangwen felt the temperature of her forehead and frowned. "Is there anything wrong with your body?"

You didn't take your medicine.

Yan Nuoya's face darkened as she made up her mind, feeling as if the courage she had just mustered almost vanished.

So, Yan Nuoya gently slapped his hand away, somewhat annoyed.

Seeing that Mo Xiangwen looked somewhat embarrassed and awkward, she asked softly.

"how about you?"

Chapter 129 Moving Out Together

What do you mean, "And what about you?" Is this silly child really delirious from the fever? Why is he talking so incoherently?

He doesn't look like he has a cold or fever at all. What medicine should he take?

"How about I go to the hospital with you?" Mo Xiangwen leaned forward with some concern, his gaze falling on Yan Nuoya's slightly pale face: "You don't look very well."

Yan Nuoya's face stiffened. Just as she was about to speak, she caught a glimpse of Su Mengyao and Bai Shishi approaching from the corner of her eye.

"What's wrong with Sister Nuoya?" Bai Shishi frowned, her little face full of worry.

Su Mengyao followed up with a concerned question: "Nuoya, are you alright?"

Su Mengli sighed helplessly. Although she really wanted to keep Yan Nuoya's secret, couldn't these two at least talk to each other in private?

For Yan Nuoya, it wasn't that she was deliberately hiding it; she just didn't want everyone to worry unnecessarily.

But now that Mengyao and Shishi have caught them red-handed, they'll have to come up with a different story if they want to gloss over it.

Yan Nuoya's thoughts, which had been somewhat stagnant these past two days, suddenly became active again. After a moment's thought, she gave a slightly weak smile: "It's nothing, just a minor cold. I'm sorry to have worried you."

"I'll lend you my blanket for my afternoon nap. Nuoya, you should rest well!" Bai Shishi said, running back to her seat and grabbing a thin blanket that looked very familiar. She then shoved it into Yan Nuoya's arms without saying a word: "We'll keep quiet!"

"What do you mean, 'your blanket'? That's clearly my blanket!" Mo Xiangwen glanced at the familiar blanket and silently complained to himself.

Su Mengyao nodded vigorously: "Yes, Nuoya, you should rest when you're sick. How about we call it a day and you get a good night's sleep in the studio?"

"No, really, there's no need." Yan Nuoya hurriedly grabbed the blanket that was about to slip off, shaking her head repeatedly, her tone a little anxious: "I'm really fine! If I need to rest, I can just lie on the sofa chair."

She looked quite embarrassed as she hugged the blanket and was surrounded by the two people who seemed concerned for her.

Mo Xiangwen almost couldn't help but laugh when he saw her unusually disheveled yet forcedly composed appearance.

But considering that he felt somewhat responsible for Yan Nuoya's illness being exposed, he wisely chose to look up at the ceiling and remain silent to avoid being glared at.

“Uh… but just now Xiang Wen said…” Su Mengyao’s suspicious gaze swept back and forth between Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya. She didn’t finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear: this person just said you had a fever, who are you trying to fool?

Yan Nuoya glared at Mo Xiangwen, who was pretending to study the ceiling, then took a deep breath and turned to the two of them seriously: "I'm really fine, just a little cold."

To make her argument more convincing, she picked up the medicine bag on the table and showed it to the two of them: "Look, I got the medicine from the school clinic today, and the doctor said it's a minor problem."

You used to chat so happily with everyone in the group, but once you got to school, you put on a cool and aloof persona. Now that your group members are all concerned about you, isn't that great? Mo Xiangwen thought to himself, his gaze still firmly fixed on the ceiling, not daring to look away for even a moment.

"Mom hasn't gotten off work yet, so I can't go back," Bai Shishi said softly, with a hint of apology. "But I'll try to stay quiet. Just pretend I don't exist, Sister Nuoya."

Su Mengli watched Yan Nuoya's awkward attempt to cope and couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head.

Yan Nuoya couldn't take it anymore and abruptly changed the subject, turning her gaze to Mo Xiangwen: "By the way, what will you do after I move out?"

"I'm going back to my dorm," Mo Xiangwen said matter-of-factly, his neck aching from looking up for so long.

"Hey? Can Nuoya move out of the school now?" Su Mengyao's eyes lit up, and her voice rose a little. "Then move in with us!"

Su Mengli smiled and nodded in agreement: "Yes, we happen to have an empty room over there, so Nuoya can stay there and have someone to look after her."

"Thank you for your kind offer," Yan Nuoya said with a slight smile, politely declining. "But I'm not sure yet whether I can move out."

That being said, since Mo Xiangwen took the initiative to ask her to rewrite the application form and said he would help her submit it to the teacher, given his personality, he wouldn't easily agree to take on this task unless he was 70-80% sure of success.

“But,” Yan Nuoya changed the subject, her gaze returning to Mo Xiangwen, “if I don’t live here at the studio, who will supervise Xiangwen?”

"Huh? Supervision? What does that mean?" Su Mengyao's curiosity was immediately piqued.

“A while ago,” Yan Nuoya slowed her speech, “Xiang Wen was working overtime every night at the studio. Especially as the game’s release date approached, he stayed up even more late.”

Mo Xiangwen was speechless for a moment.

Supervise him to go to bed early? It's as if she herself didn't stay up late too.

Don't the two of them always tacitly agree to stop staying up at a certain time when they're supposed to stay up all night?

It's like he's the only one working overtime late into the night.

Supervision, supervision, and then you all become accomplices. Can this really be called supervision?

Does supervision even matter?

He opened his mouth, words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

Seeing him like this, Yan Nuoya suddenly remembered something.

Right, at the very beginning, Mo Xiangwen's attitude towards the project was quite relaxed, so why did he suddenly become so eager to get things done later on?

Mo Xiangwen suddenly told her today that she should write another application form and hand it to him to submit to the teacher... Could there be some connection between the two?

She frowned, trying to connect the clues, but her thoughts were like a tangled mess, and the more she thought about it, the more her head ached.

Yan Nuoya's use of the word "supervisor" completely ruined his life.

In an instant, Su Mengyao and Bai Shishi's scrutinizing gazes both focused on him.

Even Su Mengli, who was originally sitting, quietly got up at some point and stood to the side, her calm eyes staring straight at him with a silent question.

"I think..." Su Mengli spoke softly, her voice low but each word clear, "You were the one who told everyone not to rush, to focus on playing the game, and not to think about work all day. And what happened? You secretly worked overtime afterwards. Isn't that a bit much?"

There was a hint of resentment in that voice, a sense of being deceived.

Suddenly becoming the target of everyone's criticism, Mo Xiangwen felt like he was being pricked by thorns and under immense pressure.

"Isn't the project already finished?" he tried to argue. "I didn't work overtime at all. Besides, I stayed in the studio a little late just so I could play games a little longer."

Thank God, at least at the very beginning, he did stay late to go back to his dorm so that he could use the computer more in the studio to write or play games.

This rounding isn't exactly a lie, is it?

Yan Nuoya completely ignored his subsequent excuse and asked directly, "When will the next project start?"

Mo Xiangwen pondered for a moment: "Let everyone relax for a while. We'll talk about it after the school sports meet ends and they come back from their holidays."

Yan Nuoya immediately pressed him, her eyes fixed on him: "So, you won't be working overtime on the next project?"

"..." Mo Xiangwen was speechless for a moment.

Is there even a question? This isn't a job; it's my hard work on this game. When things get tense before release, I might even stay up all night. How could I not work overtime?

This has little to do with the work progress. Even if you can complete the task on time by strictly following the plan, or even if you have already completed it, it is still difficult to avoid tension.

But looking at Yan Nuoya's pale yet unusually serious face, and the three pairs of distrustful eyes beside her, he simply couldn't bring himself to say it.

His silence was seen by others as tacit agreement.

“I think,” Su Mengli said first, her tone gentle but with an undeniable air of authority, “it’s wrong to work overtime secretly. If overtime is really necessary, then we should all work together.”

"That's right! That's right! It's too cunning to secretly work overtime by yourself!" Su Mengyao immediately chimed in, expressing her dissatisfaction. "We are also important members of the production team!"

Bai Shishi nodded vigorously, her little face full of agreement and determination.

Seeing that everyone's attention had finally shifted away from her and the situation was beginning to develop in her favor, Yan Nuoya's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Seeing the rising tide of condemnation, Mo Xiangwen shook his head helplessly.

In order to quell the public's anger, he had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender and ask, "Fine, fine, then tell me, what will it take for you to feel at ease?"

“It’s simple, just fill out an application form too,” Yan Nuoya said, emphasizing each word, “and move out with me.”

Chapter 130 Rich Woman, Hungry (4K5 Combined)

Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a while, and was about to find a reason to refuse, but then he seemed to suddenly understand something and slowly nodded.

“Okay, the teacher also said to be careful.” Mo Xiangwen chuckled. “I’m a little worried about letting Yan go in and out of school by herself every day.”

Yan Nuoya was also stunned. Given his personality, shouldn't he have made up an excuse to get away with it?

She had even prepared several arguments to refute Mo Xiangwen's possible excuses, but she didn't expect him to agree so readily, which rendered her prepared lines useless.

She pursed her lips, smiled faintly, and nodded slightly at him.

Although she didn't know why he agreed so readily, she didn't care much about the details as long as her goal was achieved.

But there was one person who seemed even happier than her.

"Hey? You're all moving out?" Su Mengyao's eyes lit up instantly, her voice filled with undisguised excitement: "Then we can go to and from school together every day!"

"And another thing, besides in the studio, we can also play together at home in the evenings."

"There's no need to worry about it being too late for everyone."

Before even making a decision, Su Mengyao had already started daydreaming, and a smile involuntarily spread across her face.

Mo Xiangwen chuckled at her undisguised excitement, but after a moment's thought, he shook his head, shattering her beautiful fantasy: "This... is hard to say. After all, Nuoya and I still have to go out and find a suitable place to rent, and we don't know if there are any suitable ones yet. Even if we do find one, it might not be close to where you live."

"I already told you to just stay here." Su Mengyao pouted and waved her hand as if she didn't care at all: "My sister and I can even waive your rent."

“But didn’t you say there was only one room?” Mo Xiangwen shook his head: “I can’t share a room with Nuoya, it’s not the same as when we were in the studio.”

“It’s okay, actually the book…” Su Mengyao had just started to speak when Su Mengli next to her gently patted her arm.

She turned to look at her sister with a puzzled expression.

Su Mengli leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words quickly.

A look of realization flashed across Su Mengyao's face, then she nodded somewhat reluctantly, temporarily accepting her sister's opinion, though she muttered under her breath, "The study is so big..."

Mo Xiangwen didn't think too much about it, but to be honest, since the rent was waived, he could live in the living room.

Once you lie down on the sofa, it doesn't matter where you sleep.

When I was a corporate slave, the conditions were much tougher, but I never complained.

Ultimately, there's no reason why someone who lives in the living room should have to move into Su Mengli's house with Yan Nuoya.

Mo Xiangwen pondered for a moment and said, "Perfect timing. Nuoya and I don't have any classes tomorrow. Let's go out and look at some rental apartments."

Just as she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "By the way, Mengli, do you have classes tomorrow?"

"I have classes in both the morning and the afternoon, but most of them are in the morning. The afternoon classes end earlier." Su Mengli could answer immediately without having to think for long.

"That's perfect timing." Mo Xiangwen smiled. "Mengli, Mengyao, you two are familiar with the area around the school, so we might need your help to book a restaurant. All-you-can-eat barbecue, Haidilao, or anything else you're comfortable with is fine. You two discuss it with Bai Shishi. After Nuoya and I finish looking at the apartment, we'll pick up Bai Shishi on the way and then head over together."