Creating sothing with effort and dedication, one always hopes for recognition from others.
After optimizing her small ga to perfection, Wan Chu’er published it online, making a post for everyone to play for free.
Soon her creation caught the attention of so netizens, eliciting both praise and criticism.
She was engrossed in reading the online comnts and viewing the click counts, feeling absolutely delighted.
This little thing wasn’t ant to earn money.
At that ti, there were not too many but also not too few entertainnt gas, and even if she wanted to sell it, she likely wouldn’t have made much money—the ga was simply practice for her.
Nobody in her dorm knew about these projects, as Wan Chu’er had been commuting and scarcely spent ti there, at most taking a nap in her room.
That day, Mai Qiqi grabbed Wan Chu’er, pleading with a miserable look, "Chuchu, you’ve got to help ."
Wan Chu’er raised an eyebrow: "Do you want to beat up An Zihao? You know I’ve always been blunt and not good at counseling."
Mai Qiqi had recently been harried by An Zihao and was feeling quite conflicted, having ntioned it to Wan Chu’er several tis.
But hearing that Wan Chu’er might beat up An Zihao, she couldn’t bear the thought.
It was she who had provoked An Zihao first, and upon reflection, she couldn’t help but complain to Wan Chu’er, "Why did you kiss ? If you hadn’t kissed , none of this would’ve happened."
Wan Chu’er touched her nose, admitting that indeed, she had caused the issue with a thoughtless act.
Now the rumor that Wan Chu’er and An Zihao were fighting over Mai Qiqi was spreading throughout the school.
"How about you kiss back?" Wan Chu’er winked at Mai Qiqi.
Mai Qiqi shoved Wan Chu’er away lightly, giving her a glare, then turned her head and saw An Zihao approaching again, and with a wail, she took off running.
An Zihao ca over hastily and warned Wan Chu’er, "Don’t kiss Mai Qiqi again," and then he took off after Mai Qiqi.
In fact, if it hadn’t been for that kiss from Wan Chu’er to Mai Qiqi, the progress between him, An Zihao, and Mai Qiqi would’ve been nonexistent for who knows how long, Wan Chu’er snorted.
"Qiqi, wait for ."
Watching them chase each other, Wan Chu’er couldn’t help but sigh: Ah, to be young.
She then turned and headed for the library.
The most popular computer ga recently was the "Immortal Sword" series, which Lin Yufei and Ma Tianjiao played joyously in the dorm on many occasions.
After considering various aspects, she set her sights on developing a similar single-player ga.
So now she was voraciously absorbing all related knowledge, spending her days in classes or in the library reading.
At night she would return ho, either coding or learning about related developnt techniques on online forums.
She was busy every day and had no spare ti for anything other than studying and programming.
In the whirlwind of business, ti flew by swiftly.
By May, when the locust trees were fragrant, Wan Chu’er had built the ga’s frawork and was painstakingly filling in module by module.
After several months of sleepless nights, Wan Chu’er had grown noticeably thinner, her appearance even more slender.
Mai Qiqi suspected several tis that she was working part-ti to earn living expenses, but each ti Wan Chu’er just smiled and shook her head, saying she didn’t have the ti for that.
It wasn’t long before Jiang Xiaoxiao found out, and then after a while, Jiang Kechu also beca aware.
Jiang Kechu couldn’t help but steal a glance at her one morning as she went out for a jog; when he saw her, he could hardly believe his eyes.
How could she have beco so thin.
That evening, he brought two large bags of food to Wan Chu’er.
Wan Chu’er was rapidly tapping away on the keyboard when she heard the knocking. At first, she didn’t pay any attention, not expecting anyone with urgent matters to co looking for her—she was up to date on her utilities.
She continued her work, letting the knocking go on, thinking if she didn’t answer, the person would eventually leave and save her the ti it would take to deal with them.
"Ding ding ding..."
The persistent knocking outside continued, patient to a fault.
Chuchu, irritated, crumpled up a piece of waste paper and threw it out, shouting, "Who is it?"
But no one outside responded, and the knocking went on.
Jiang Kechu, fearing Chuchu would hear it was him and be even less inclined to open the door—she had always been adept at avoiding him—stayed silent, continuing to knock steadily.
With no other choice, Chuchu hit the save key and, dragging her slippers, went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Jiang Kechu, with two big bags in hand, squeezed inside.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
Chuchu tried to push Jiang Kechu, but to no avail.
And so, Jiang Kechu made himself right at ho.
After entering, Jiang Kechu paid her no mind and headed straight for the kitchen with the bags.
Chuchu grabbed one of the bags and asked, "What are you up to?"
"Have you eaten dinner?" Jiang Kechu asked, fixing his gaze on her.
Without thinking, Chuchu replied, "No, what exactly do you want?"
Jiang Kechu frowned slightly, then asked again, "What did you have for lunch?"
"Bread."
After answering, Chuchu, reading Jiang Kechu’s darkened expression, roughly gauged his intentions.
She touched her nose and said, "I’m about to eat, don’t worry, I won’t starve myself."
Jiang Kechu said gravely, "You’re already as thin as a bamboo stalk."
Chuchu looked herself up and down and retorted, "Where do I look like a bamboo stalk?"
"Why aren’t you eating properly?"
Faced with Jiang Kechu’s interrogation, Chuchu blinked; the man was angry, and not mildly so.
She defended herself, "I’ve been busy, so busy I wish a day could be stretched to twice its length; eating... sotis I just forget. Didn’t I buy bread..."
Her voice trailed off under Jiang Kechu’s intense scrutiny.
Why did she feel so guilty?
Chuchu watched, gobsmacked, as Jiang Kechu rolled up his sleeves and busied himself in her tiny kitchen; she slapped her forehead back to her senses, marched to the door, and said with righteous indignation:
"It’s none of your business whether I eat or don’t, whether I’m thin or not. Don’t you know that girls nowadays like to diet? Being thin is pretty; clothes look better on a thin figure."
Jiang Kechu, without pausing in his task of washing a tomato, replied without turning around:
"You look nicer with a bit more weight."
Uh...
Chuchu leaned against the wall, thinking, Could you not be so blunt?
She mustered her courage, about to say sothing else but wary of provoking a more explicit comnt from Jiang Kechu; after a long pause, she stood rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.
Was she really going to let Jiang Kechu have his way in her kitchen?
Jiang Kechu kept his head down, cooking, and the corners of his mouth lifted when he didn’t hear any words of dismissal from Chuchu.
He said, "Carry on with your work; I’ll call you when it’s ready."
How could he be so dostic?!
Chuchu felt like exploding right there.
After taking a couple of deep breaths, she stomped back to her computer and continued with her programming. She had reached a critical point and had finally figured out the logic—she couldn’t afford to forget it now.
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