"Huh?" Bei Yaoyue's words left Xifeng completely bewildered, her large crimson eyes blinking several tis. "Why haven't you ntioned this to when it's already progressed to this point?"
After speaking, Xifeng puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, extrely displeased that Bei Yaoyue had kept this from her. She could sowhat understand Bei Yaoyue's intentions, but understanding didn't an she could accept it. She wasn't so vase that could only be looked at but couldn't do anything—why hide it from her like this?
Bei Yaoyue raised an eyebrow and smiled at Xifeng: "You don't understand the business world. I can handle these things."
"But you don't understand it either."
"I've been learning from Dad."
"I can learn too!" Xifeng was completely confused by Bei Yaoyue's logic. Why could Bei Yaoyue learn but she couldn't?
What was this? Racial discrimination?!
Bei Yaoyue just smiled, not continuing to argue with Xifeng. Instead, she reached out and embraced Xifeng's waist, pulling her soft and warm delicate body into her arms, breathing hot air by her ear: "Be good. The studio will be assembled soon, and then I'll give you the position of ga production director. You can do whatever you want with it."
"Ah? What about you?" Although her attention was completely diverted, her body's instinctive reaction still made Xifeng's body tremble slightly.
"I can just be the Art Director. You understand gas better than I do, so the production director position suits you better than ."
"But..." Xifeng hesitated, looking this way and that in difficulty. "But I only know how to play gas, not how to make them. Without work capability, my subordinates definitely won't respect , and they'll look down on too."
"So what?" Bei Yaoyue reached out and gently pinched Xifeng's delicate little nose. "Being able to play gas at least ans you understand gas, and understanding gas is enough. You don't need any work capability. Leaders just need managent skills. The work will naturally be done by your subordinates—otherwise what are all those subordinates for? To eat for free?"
This reasoning sounded fine at first listen. Xifeng couldn't find any flaws in it for a long ti and had no way to refute it. She could only give up arguing about this issue, actively leaning closer into Bei Yaoyue's embrace and saying: "Let's talk about it when the ti cos. I feel like I probably can't handle this position... What positions are still needed?"
"Let think."
Bei Yaoyue began to contemplate. She suddenly saw Xifeng bringing her head closer as if seeking sothing, gently swaying it, then chuckled softly and reached out to gently stroke the top of Xifeng's head, saying: "We still need a story writer, a setting writer, a modeler, and a bunch of programrs responsible for repetitive coding work. Programrs are easy to find—any programr will do, because it's repetitive coding work that only requires their labor, not technical skills.
"Because my modeling requirents are quite high—it must be high-precision, high-quality 2D ani-style modeling—I still haven't found a suitable modeler. But although it's troubleso, the modeler issue isn't too big a problem. What's more challenging now are the two writers. Since yuri is very niche in the gaming industry, it's extrely difficult to find two professional writers who are good at writing yuri storylines."
While enjoying the ultimate pleasure coming from the top of her head, Xifeng searched through her mories. Soon, a na she had almost forgotten appeared in her mind.
"For the modeler, I actually have a pretty good candidate. I can go ask for you."
But the mont these words left her mouth, Xifeng regretted it. Because she was too eager to help Bei Yaoyue, she had spoken without careful consideration. But if possible... she really didn't want to have any contact with that woman ever again.
But words spoken were like water spilled—they definitely couldn't be taken back casually. Xifeng could only helplessly raise her head, her gaze intensely eting Bei Yaoyue's eyes, her flickering gaze radiating a plea for help, hoping Bei Yaoyue could help her deny this suggestion.
Bei Yaoyue, you'll definitely refuse, right?
"Good." Reading the pleading aning in Xifeng's eyes, Bei Yaoyue, who couldn't bear to refuse her kind intentions anymore, imdiately nodded. "Go ahead, I trust your judgnt."
Because Xifeng really liked her art style, she felt that Xifeng's aesthetic sense definitely had no problems. There were no bad people among those who liked her artwork.
"......"
Xifeng suddenly realized she really was an idiot. Where did she get the confidence to think that Bei Yaoyue, whose emotional intelligence couldn't even be square-rooted, could read her hints?
"Okay, I'll go now."
Vigorously shaking her head and flinging Bei Yaoyue's hand off her head, Xifeng glumly jumped down from Bei Yaoyue and left the room without looking back, leaving only one sentence hanging in the air.
"See ya later, motherfucker."
Bei Yaoyue scratched her head with a confused expression. Hadn't she been going along with Xifeng's wishes? Why did Xifeng look angry?
Unable to figure it out, Bei Yaoyue couldn't help but sigh and shake her head: "A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea."
Won's hearts were hard to fathom, and tsundere won's hearts were even harder to guess. If she seriously told you "I don't want this thing," it was hard to guess whether she really didn't want it or was saying she didn't want it because of being tsundere.
Bei Yaoyue felt she was in a tough spot, having to deal with soone who had tsundere carved into her DNA every day.
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Returning to her own room, Xifeng stared at the string of numbers on her phone screen, hesitating and not wanting to call. But she had already boasted to Bei Yaoyue, and Bei Yaoyue had already agreed. If she backed out now, it would be sowhat inconsiderate. So she could only grit her teeth and dial the number.
"Ring... ring..."
The phone was answered, and before Xifeng could greet her, the other party had already exclaid in delight: "Little sister Xifeng!?"
It was a girl's voice that sounded sowhat soft and charming, with a touch of laziness. Xifeng laughed dryly and replied: "Ye Jiancheng..., long ti no see."
Given that her current age was only 14, after consideration Xifeng decided to still address the other party as sister. This reversal of seniority felt sowhat strange to her.
"So you do know it's been a long ti." Ye Jiancheng's slightly resentful voice ca through the speaker. "Since you know it's been a long ti, why haven't you taken ti to visit your sister? You really break sister's heart."
Damn.
This was the biggest reason why Xifeng didn't want to contact this woman.
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