Is that true, Godfather?

Walking back to the dorm, Gu Sheng was in a good mood.

The sky was so high, the clouds so far away.

The flowers were fragrant, the grass was fragrant, the air was fragrant, and Lu Bian's mouth was also fragrant—

"I ** your **! This ** game has me ** **!"

"This dog ** designer is a pure psychopath. If I play this ** game again, I'm a ** **!"

"Aaaaaah—@￥%...&#%￥..."

When a person reaches a certain age, they start to enjoy a bit of Cybertronian language.

Gu Sheng pushed open the dorm door, listening to Lu Bian's Cybertronian rap, and nodded with satisfaction.

"I could hear the birdsong and floral scents of our dorm from downstairs,"

Gu Sheng said with a smile, walking over behind Lu Bian as he spoke:

"What stupid game are you playing, got you so pissed off..."

Shit.

Before Gu Sheng could finish, he saw the Mario Bros on Lu Bian's laptop screen.

...Suddenly, he didn't really feel like recruiting Old Two as Lead Programmer anymore.

Seeing Gu Sheng return, Lu Bian also dropped that tormenting, wretched cat and greeted him:

"Old Gu, back so early today? How did the interview go? Any progress?"

Lu Bian knew that ever since the internship period started, the dorm's eldest, Gu Sheng, had been frantically interviewing.

Three or four places a day, almost a month now, leaving early and returning late every day.

Actually, he'd already told him before—an internship certificate was just a piece of paper. He could easily get one for him through a relative's connection.

It was just one more sheet of paper anyway.

But Old Gu had always been stubborn, insisting on finding an internship position himself.

After a few rounds of this, Lu Bian stopped offering to help and instead checked in on Gu Sheng's mental state every day.

Because as far as Lu Bian knew, Old Gu had been busy for over a month, and the interviews seemed to be getting nowhere.

He was honestly a bit afraid that Old Gu might one day have a breakdown and directly gift him and Da Jiang a spot in graduate school.

"Consider it... some progress,"

Gu Sheng sat down, grabbed some water, and took a sip:

"Where's Da Jiang?"

"Oh, he went out to buy instant noodles for the road,"

Lu Bian said, flicking a cigarette out of the pack and tossing it to Gu Sheng:

"Da Jiang's leaving tomorrow. He said his family has already arranged an internship for him."

"We were just discussing calling you a moment ago."

"Tonight, how about we... go out for a few drinks?"

Saying this, Lu Bian seemed a bit down.

Friendship in college is actually very fragile. Everyone comes from all over, and once they part ways, they might never see each other again in this life.

Friendship in college is also very strong. After all, the old saying goes that the first of life's three great bonds is "studying under the same roof."

Although it's undeniable that college is a small society, with inevitable scheming among classmates for student council positions or scholarships.

But for three slackers like them, scheming generally only existed in three areas: "minion waves," "red and blue buffs," and "kills."

Now, the internship was imminent.

If they went their separate ways this time, the next time they'd meet might only be the brief moment on graduation photo day.

After that, getting together again would be very difficult.

Glancing at Da Jiang's already tidied-up bed, Gu Sheng slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

After a moment of silence, Gu Sheng asked:

"Did Da Jiang say what kind of job his family arranged for him?"

"Seems like some small local ad agency,"

Lu Bian replied:

"He said he'd be doing ad design and modeling. If he can convert from the internship, he'll probably just settle into that job."

"Oh,"

Gu Sheng nodded:

"What about you?"

"Me?"

Lu Bian shrugged:

"I don't even know yet. Either way, the internship certificate's sorted, so I'm fine wherever."

Hearing this, Gu Sheng nodded, pondered for a moment, then looked up at Lu Bian:

"Bian'er, how about you don't leave?"

At these words, Lu Bian's expression stiffened.

Then, he scooted his stool back half a step, his gaze turning wary, and even tugged at his collar:

"Old Gu... I've always thought of us as having pure class solidarity. Besides, I've got a girlfriend—I'm straight..."

Gu Sheng: ...

He really wanted to punch this brain-dead idiot to death.

"I'm talking about work, you moron!!!"

Gu Sheng was utterly speechless.

"Ah? Oh, hey—"

Hearing this, Lu Bian relaxed:

"Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought our friendship had gone sour."

"I'll sour your grandmother's grandson,"

Gu Sheng rolled his eyes in exasperation and cut to the chase:

"I passed an interview a couple days ago. A newly founded game company hired me, but they're short on hands. Want to come work with me?"

At that!

Lu Bian's eyes lit up immediately!

Sure, he usually slacked off and acted like a goof.

But when it came to the game industry, Lu Bian had a hundred percent passion for it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have resolutely chosen game design as his major in today's nearly stagnant domestic gaming scene.

He really wanted to dive into the game industry.

But unfortunately, the industry was so rigid now that even veterans with years of experience struggled to find jobs.

Let alone clueless students like them who hadn't even graduated yet.

If it weren't for sheer desperation, Lu Bian wouldn't have given up and let his family arrange an internship.

And now!

Old Gu was saying he'd landed an intern job in the game industry—and could even get him in?!

"Holy shit!"

Lu Bian exclaimed:

"For real, Godfather?!"

"You're seriously shameless..."

Gu Sheng was stunned by Lu Bian's lightning-fast face change, utterly impressed.

Then he gave a helpless smile and nodded:

"For real. Want in?"

"Hell yeah! Of course I do!"

Lu Bian nodded vigorously:

"Isn't this exactly why I chose this major? And I'd be with you—I'm in!"

This time.

It was Gu Sheng's turn to tighten his collar: "Can you not look at me with that starving gaze? Turning the tables on me, huh?"

And Lu Bian, with a hint of 'shy' coyness, wriggled and shot Gu Sheng a flirtatious glance: "If it's Senior Gu Sheng, then maybe it's not out of the question..."

Gu Sheng was silent for two seconds.

Then he stood up, bent over, and grabbed the stool.

"No no no, bro... just messing around, bro..."

Lu Bian quickly grinned and begged for mercy, telling Gu Sheng not to do anything rash.

Though Lu Bian had a sharp tongue, there was no denying that he was genuinely won over by Gu Sheng's charisma.

As the head of their dorm, Gu Sheng had always been the most socially adept among the three of them, and even among the surrounding classmates.

He seemed to possess a maturity beyond his years and an incredibly high emotional intelligence.

Lu Bian had once come across a saying—

If, in your interactions with someone, you always feel effortlessly relaxed and happy, and whatever topic you bring up, they can keep up with it, even guiding and correcting you.

Then congratulations—your emotional intelligence and life experience have been completely crushed by that person.

This is the downward-compatibility mode of someone with high experience and high EQ.

And such people usually have four traits—a vast wealth of knowledge, powerful empathy, a mind broad enough to embrace all rivers, and a perspective that overlooks all things.

Clearly, Gu Sheng is exactly this kind of person.

Especially in the realm of gaming.

He seems to hold dimension-reducing insights and viewpoints. The grand blueprint for a gaming empire he once drunkenly sketched out is still unforgettable to this day.

If someone like that isn't worth following, Lu Bian truly doesn't know how else he could step into the gaming circle he's always longed for.

Thinking this, Lu Bian's expression turned serious. "Alright, brother, my career is entrusted to you."

As he spoke, Lu Bian asked again:

"By the way, Old Gu, has this game company you're joining put out any works before? Let me search and take a look, get familiar with the company's style."

Just as he said that—

The dorm door creaked open, and Da Jiang's voice rang out from the entrance:

"What game company? Brother Sheng, you found an internship?"