Chapter 65
"Are you going out?"
Gu Ran asked the girl looking in the mirror while sweeping up the snow he had tracked into the house.
"Uh-huh."
Ye Zhenzhen was clearly in high spirits. She lifted her swan-like neck and nodded elegantly.
Seeing that the girl was still dressing up, Gu Ran frowned and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where are you going?"
The way she was all dressed up made it seem like she was going on a blind date.
"Going shopping with Pei Susu."
Gu Ran: "???"
Pei Susu?
Was there a need to dress up like this just to go out with a best friend?
He blinked, remembering that when he went out with Ye Jinliang, washing his hair was considered the highest form of etiquette. It was nothing like the girl in front of him, who even had to tie a red string in her hair.
"You... um... never mind..."
Gu Ran hesitated to speak, stopping and starting again. His stuttering made Ye Zhenzhen furrow her pretty brows.
Stretching out her small foot to give him a light kick, the girl rolled her beautiful eyes at him.
Re-tying the hair she was dissatisfied with, she then said, "Do you know what the two most annoying types of people in the world are?"
"What?"
"One is the type who only says half a sentence."
Ye Zhenzhen finished tying her hair, looked in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.
Going out like this, she would definitely outshine that little flirt Pei Susu!
Then she turned and headed out the door, leaving Gu Ran alone to think.
"And the other type?"
Hearing this, the girl looked back, rolled her eyes at him with a smile, turned around, and pushed the door open to leave.
Gu Ran: "???"
Fine, fine, sure enough, that is annoying!
Returning to his room speechlessly, he sat on his chair thinking about it from every angle, and finally couldn't resist taking out his phone to call the girl who had just left.
"Ye Zhenzhen, do you mind bringing me along?"
Hearing the voice coming from her phone, the girl burst into laughter.
"Hmm... well about that..."
With a sparkling smile in her eyes, she softly teased, "I don't think that'll work. We're going to shops for girls and talking about girls' secrets."
"Uh... I won't..."
Gu Ran rubbed his nose, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the girl on the other end of the phone.
"Don't tell me you won't interject, bah, pervert!"
Ye Zhenzhen spat at him with a blushing face.
After he said that the other day, it was Pei Susu who translated the meaning of that phrase for her, making her want to grab a forty-meter long sword and hack him to pieces!
Gu Ran: "..."
"I didn't even want to go anyway, stingy!"
Gu Ran childishly hung up the phone, imagining that the girl must be rolling her eyes at him through the air, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Just as he expected, when Ye Zhenzhen realized the call had been hung up, she angrily rolled her eyes and put away her phone.
This guy had a previous track record of going to the broadcasting station and making her die of social embarrassment. For the foreseeable future, she wouldn't be going to the mall with him again.
It wasn't that she was afraid of the person, but she was afraid of the dog in him!
...
Turning his head to glance at the sky, the sun was just right. Gu Ran took a broom to the balcony and swept the snow clean.
Afterwards, he sat at his desk and continued to practice art design.
He found that he had been slacking off a lot lately, especially when he was with the Aloof Sister. Time always passed so quickly, and before he knew it, he had no time to do his own work.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and took advantage of Ye Zhenzhen being out to quickly search for college student artists on forums.
As for the voice acting resources, he prepared to bite the bullet and do it himself; it was simply too hard to find.
The requirements he put forward were very complex. The voice actors he could afford were basically amateurs, so he could only make do himself to create a 1.0 version, and then slowly replace it with professional resources later.
Compared to the dozens or even hundreds of original artworks, voicing a game took less time. If he squeezed his schedule, he could get it done.
But art design was a no-go; he really couldn't moonlight doing that.
For parkour mobile games like Temple Run, smoothness was the most crucial element.
The graphics didn't have to be exquisitely beautiful, but there absolutely couldn't be any lag that would affect the player's feel and gaming experience.
If it were just to save money, he could easily ask for fewer original drawings and use the method of adding frames to forcefully stretch out the character's running animation.
But you lose some to get some. This would reduce costs, but the visual lag would also increase accordingly.
Perhaps in the current gaming environment, the visuals that looked laggy to his eyes might seem very smooth to players of this era.
But he wanted to do his best and didn't want to lower the quality of his game, so he needed a large amount of original artwork to support it.
Scratching his head, he continued typing on the keyboard, starting to bluff the college student he had just found.
Qitian Studio: "Dear, rest assured, we are a large-scale studio. Submitting wages requires a process, but they will definitely be issued.
Moreover, we will make an advance payment of five yuan per piece. The remaining forty-five will need to pass inspection before being submitted for approval and issued in a lump sum."
Using the same script, he bluffed one after another. There were always some little cuties who fell for it... ah no, took the bait.
Of course, he wasn't completely lying. At most, he was lying about being a large-scale studio; the rest was entirely true.
For example, the wages would definitely be settled, but they just had to wait a bit. After all, he really didn't have any spare money at the moment.
At the latest, the wages would definitely be deposited after the college entrance examination.
But he didn't want to wait, because time was money. The games in his head had to be rushed online, so he could only shamelessly go and cheat... ah no, buy on credit.
...
Knock, knock, knock!
Just as he was pondering over his next little cutie, there was a knock on his door. Without turning his head, he said, "Enter!"
Gu Xiangcheng: "..."
Standing outside his son's door, he fell silent for a moment. Why did it feel like he was a subordinate going to report to his leader?
This kid had really turned into him?!
What do you mean 'enter'?
Who did he learn that from!
Pushing the door open in sheer speechlessness, his face darkened slightly as he said, "I'm going to buy flowers, are you coming?"
Buy flowers?
Gu Ran didn't turn around, focused on typing on his computer, and asked in confusion, "Buy flowers? Are we visiting a grave?"
Gu Xiangcheng: "..." x2
What grave!
Also, who taught this kid to reply without looking at the person?
Did he really think of himself as a leader?!
His face darkened again. With his hands behind his back, he walked in, cast a condescending glance, and continued, "Buying fireworks, to set off on New Year's Eve."
Hearing the majestic voice sounding above his head, Gu Ran paused, looked back at Lao Gu, and complained somewhat, "You scared me."
Gu Xiangcheng: "..." x3
Silently clenching his fists, he took a few deep breaths, forcefully relying on his good temper to suppress the urge to hit someone.
"So... are you going or not?"
Hearing Lao Gu ask again, Gu Ran thought for a moment. While typing on his computer to urgently reply to the newly duped college student, he answered, "Yes, wait for me a bit, I still have some things to do here."
Gu Xiangcheng: "..." x4
His temples couldn't help but throb, and he clenched his fists once more.
He finally understood. This kid wasn't learning from anyone else; he was learning exactly from him!
He kept silently reminding himself that this was his own flesh and blood, he couldn't beat him...
But a few seconds later, he couldn't help but ask himself.
Seriously, does this brat actually think he is the boss around here?!

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”