An Extremely Chuunibyou Game Developer, Making Su Bai's Brain Spin.

Whether a space is good or not depends entirely on what it's going to be used for.

Take a telemarketing-focused company, for instance. If you set up these small, exquisite, private cubicles, it would be inappropriate—completely inappropriate! It wouldn't have that "hustle" atmosphere at all!

The gaming industry, however, is a different story. This field is full of shy, socially awkward nerds, so the more rooms there are, the better. Everyone can just do their own thing without bothering each other.

Nerds aside, the art department also has its fair share of eccentric master artists. Putting these people in a conventional corporate environment would actually make them uncomfortable.

Listening to Su Bai's logic, the property manager's mouth twitched slightly.

It sounded like the company President Su was planning to start didn't have much of a future... Oh, wait, that wasn't just his imagination.

Actually, right here on the sixteenth floor, there was a ready-made example.

It was one of the only two companies on this floor that had yet to move out.

The other company was obviously a shell corporation. It had no actual business and no real staff here. They had already communicated with its boss, and it could be cleared out at any time.

So, in reality, there was only one company left to negotiate with.

"Speaking of which, it's quite a coincidence. That company is also in the gaming industry... I think..."

The property manager wasn't entirely certain either, because the atmosphere in that small company was rather bizarre, and the boss was drunk every single day.

"Is that so? Then we'll tag along with you and say hello to our peers."

Su Bai didn't mind making their acquaintance. In fact, he was quite curious about the gaming industry, mainly because he rarely had the chance to interact with it in his daily life.

Wang Haoran was slightly socially awkward, but it wasn't a big deal. With Brother Bai around, he definitely felt much more confident. A lot of college students were like this: if a close buddy was particularly opinionated and took the lead in doing something big, twisting everyone together like a rope, they could actually unleash a tremendous amount of energy. But if the rope failed to twist, they'd just be a pile of loose sand.

Walking down the corridor toward the room further inside, Su Bai saw the sign for Bangbang Technology Game Studio and felt a profound sense of respect.

"Silly son, don't you think this logo looks a bit familiar?"

"Isn't this the game we were just discussing? That buy-to-play, niche, premium anime-style mobile game..."

Wang Haoran and Su Bai had reached a surprising consensus on their teasing nickname for this game. It was mainly because this genre had a strong pretentious, artsy vibe—a kind of tragic beauty where the creators insisted on making it even knowing it wouldn't turn a profit.

"So this company is actually located right here in Jiangcheng," Wang Haoran marveled.

"And it's right in the industrial park outside our university gates... By the way, how long has this company been here?" Su Bai turned to ask the property manager.

The property manager explained that they had been there since the company was registered. It seemed they weren't doing very well and were expected to disband within a week.

"A week? Then who's going to make up for the New Year's event that I'm missing out on?" Wang Haoran grumbled.

Su Bai was shocked. "It actually has a New Year's event? Such a cheap game still has the conscience to release updates..."

"Yeah, it feels like the event content is richer than a certain open-world mobile game."

"That's invincible." Su Bai mused that the talents in the room before them should be dubbed Mobile Game Immortals. In comparison, Wang Haoran wasn't an immortal at all; at best, he was a Core Formation senior disciple from the lower realm.

Filled with reverent anticipation, Su Bai watched the property manager knock and open the door.

A faint, crisp scent—a blend of coffee and whiskey—wafted out to greet them.

Excellent. It perfectly matched Su Bai's stereotype of artsy youths... In Su Bai's worldview, these people's absolute favorite drinks were coffee and foreign liquor. Chu Mingzhe, for example, loved this vibe, except Old Chu's alcohol tolerance was pretty weak. He and Xue Tao were about on par; combined, the two of them would be instantly wiped out by Wang Haoran in a single round.

Yes, despite Wang Haoran looking completely harmless, during the dinner party after military training, he had almost drunk their instructor under the table...

When it came to alcohol tolerance, he was the hidden boss of the legendary Room 510. This was just pure, unadulterated talent, considering the guy didn't even like social dinners or anything of the sort.

Before long, a bloated, long-haired artsy man appeared. Despite the long hair, he didn't give off any feminine aura. His sharp gaze and thick stubble proved that he was an orthodox artsy man, radiating an aura of unrestrained freedom.

The guy's very first sentence made Su Bai almost lose his composure.

"Heh, are you here to kick me out early? As expected, the ruthlessness of capital is fully exposed at this very moment."

"...President Du, we act strictly according to the contract. Before the lease expires, we won't kick anyone out." The property manager seemed to have long understood the other party's temper and smiled with great politeness. "We have new clients who want to rent this floor. It just so happens they are also in the gaming industry, so I brought them over to take a look."

"Oh?"

Hearing that peers had arrived, the man snorted softly—three parts contempt, three parts amusement, and four parts a burp from drinking too much.

He stared at Su Bai, sizing him up for a good while, and fell into a momentary daze.

As everyone knew, statistically speaking, the average attractiveness of professionals in the gaming industry was... well, quite average... or even below average.

Handsome men and beautiful women were like ultra-rare mythical beasts that occasionally spawned in the wild grass—creatures that only existed in legends.

Even among these mythical beasts, Su Bai belonged to the tier with the absolute noblest bloodline.

No matter how narrow-minded a person was, they had to admit he was good-looking. This was an absolute crushing defeat on a genetic level, capable of evoking humanity's innate appreciation for beauty.

However, President Du of Bangbang Technology Game Company quickly snapped back to reality and let out a cold, world-weary sneer.

"Just another playboy from some rich family coming to play games with life."

With that, he shook his head and turned to pace away.

Along the way, he grabbed the liquor bottle beside him and took a swig.

Su Bai noticed the bottle. It was Johnnie Walker Black Label... or as it's more commonly known, Johnnie Walker. Yes, the very same Johnnie Walker often associated with a certain game streamer...

"Quite tasteful. This whiskey has the highest cost-performance ratio at this price point... Well, not necessarily, it depends on personal taste," Su Bai commented sharply.

"...Why do I feel like this boss is a bit..." Wang Haoran was momentarily at a loss for words.

How to put it? He definitely wasn't an ordinary person.

But then again, being an artist, if he were ordinary, he probably wouldn't be able to create anything interesting.

"How long has this guy been exhibiting these symptoms?" Su Bai asked the property manager.

"Pretty much... he's always been like this. Sigh, President Su, please be the bigger person. President Du isn't actually a bad guy; he just likes to spout weird nonsense occasionally."

"It's fine, I don't mind."

In Su Bai's eyes, the comedic effect of this guy's edgy, melodramatic persona far outweighed any offense it caused him.

Besides, the guy wasn't wrong. He, Su Bai, really was a playboy playing games with life. There was nothing wrong with that statement. These days, anyone marching into the gaming industry with zero foundation and making a massive fuss about it was just someone with too much money to burn. It was perfectly normal for people to think of him that way.