When a person completely loses interest in sothing, everything they see will feel dull and boring. Xifeng wandered through the convention in a daze until 2 PM, when the group finally packed up and headed ho.
On the way back, Xifeng was surprised to discover that her follower count had surged dramatically. In just one afternoon, it had grown from 2.1 million to 2.23 million, and was still continuously rising. Every ti she refreshed, the number after "followers" would increase.
But then Xifeng felt a deep sadness from the bottom of her heart. This was a world where traffic was king—whether it was positive or negative news, as long as there was traffic, there would never be a shortage of target users. No wonder so many movies or gas chose to go the route of negative publicity. After all, negative fa was still fa, and with traffic ca everything.
Returning ho, the first thing Xifeng did was take off the Lace Bloors that had made her uncomfortable all day and put on dry, smooth cotton underwear. The feeling of her most important parts being gently protected made her instantly comfortable, even making her want to moan out loud.
Since she was wearing Lace Bloors underneath, naturally no one except Bei Yaoyue, who had known from the beginning, discovered the fact that Xifeng wasn't wearing underwear. The mission was naturally completed successfully, and she received a long-awaited Legendary Gacha Ticket.
After using a makeup remover to wash off all the ssy stuff on her face, the exhausted Xifeng flopped onto her bed with a thud, fully enjoying the comfort brought by the soft bedding.
Considering the precedent of the "Strange Tattoo," Xifeng was sowhat uncertain whether to use this gacha ticket. But she figured that even if she didn't use it, that bastard Bei Yaoyue would definitely take it and use it, so although reluctantly, she could only press the gacha button.
Accompanied by a purple light that illuminated the entire room, an epic-grade item was freshly produced.
"Sacred Khala
Grade: Epic
Description: A strange item from the distant Protoss race, also known as 'F2.'
Effect: Consumable, select target to use. After use, both parties will share all sensations for two hours."
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Looking at this seemingly familiar item, Xifeng was so shocked her mouth fell open. How are you? How old are you?
So items return to the gacha pool after being used?! What kind of bizarre setting is this?!
Discovering this strange fact, Xifeng imdiately abandoned her long-held idea of finding an opportunity to dump all the pink flower tea. Since it would just return to the pool after being dumped, might as well forget it—wouldn't that just be pointless trouble?
Recalling the scene from the last ti she used this item, Xifeng's heart couldn't help but clench painfully. She quickly kicked that painful mory out of her mind and began thinking about this item's uses. Before long, an evil idea sprouted in her heart.
"Heh heh... heh heh heh heh..." Making cute yet evil low laughter, Xifeng's expression at this mont was as perverted as could be, like a little demon from hell planning so evil sche that could destroy the entire world.
Poor Bei Yaoyue still didn't know what was about to happen to her. At this mont, she was racking her brains over recruiting staff—this sumr she had to finish all the preparations needed for ga developnt and get the ga developnt on track as early as possible. Otherwise, once school started, she would have difficulty finding large amounts of ti to worry about such things.
The first difficulty facing Bei Yaoyue was—where to recruit people.
Her network basically only extended to the art field. As for planning, programrs, copywriters, and such, she was powerless. True, she could cast a wide net on various recruitnt platforms, but not only was the efficiency low, the levels of applicants varied greatly. Whether she could recruit a reliable managent team before sumr vacation ended was completely unknown.
So Bei Yaoyue inevitably thought of another approach—poaching talent. But the prerequisite for poaching was having the network connections to get in touch with people. Only by being able to communicate with them could she offer conditions and extend olive branches. But the current reality was that no one would be willing to listen to a high school girl talking big about ideals and empty promises.
Sighing deeply, Bei Yaoyue collapsed in her chair, gently massaging her temples with her right hand. So things were like this—without careful consideration or personal experience, you couldn't truly appreciate the difficulties involved.
In her contemplation, Bei Yaoyue quickly realized the problem. She was still too young, seriously lacking in experience and connections. Even with 50 million yuan in startup funds, it would be difficult to achieve anything significant with just her own power. Although this made her feel very unwilling, she understood this was an indisputable fact.
After thinking it over, Bei Yaoyue reluctantly realized that she would ultimately have to rely on Bei Yaochen's network to find a reliable team. Otherwise, no matter how much she racked her brains, she couldn't think of any more suitable solution.
"Knock knock knock." Xifeng's voice ca from the door: "Bei Yaoyue, dinner's ready. Co out and eat."
"Coming." Bei Yaoyue replied. She rubbed her cheeks, arranged her expression, and made sure not to reveal any negative information to Xifeng before getting up and leaving her room.
Arriving at the dining room, Bei Yaoyue looked at the table full of dishes with excellent color, aroma, and taste, and was imdiately shocked: "Are we having guests today?"
These dishes would be quite rare even in restaurants. You could tell Xifeng had put in considerable effort, but she didn't know why Xifeng had suddenly prepared such a lavish feast. If it was just for her to eat alone, she couldn't possibly finish it all.
"No, no." Smiling brilliantly, Xifeng waved her pale little hand. "This is just to thank you for teaching that man a lesson today."
Bei Yaoyue looked at Xifeng with suspicion, clearly not believing this explanation. She rembered that at the ti, Xifeng had practically wanted to twist her head off—how could she possibly thank her for this incident?
"It's fine, take your ti eating. It doesn't matter if you can't finish." With her fingers interlaced under her chin, Xifeng smiled as she watched Bei Yaoyue, looking exactly like a virtuous wife gently watching her husband who had worked late into the night eat the midnight snack she had personally prepared.
Sowhat confused, Bei Yaoyue scratched her cheek, really unable to figure out what Xifeng was up to. She picked up her chopsticks, took a peeled boiled shrimp, and put it in her mouth. The tenderness of the shrimp and the freshness of the soy sauce blended perfectly together, and the delicious taste made her squint her eyes in enjoynt.
Wait a minute, wasn't this sowhat like that... Last Supper?
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