Forget It, Really Forget It

"Get lost," Su Qi said irritably!

She picked up a box of Bulgogi Bibimbap and started eating!

Bulgogi Bibimbap came from a small stall at the gates of Soochow University. It was not as though the cafeteria food was bad, which was why they chose it.

In Wu Wei's words, men sometimes had to eat something unhealthy! Besides, their portions of bulgogi were huge!

For athletic men like Wang Dongxu and Wu Wei, they could both burp after finishing a meal there. That showed just how generous the owner was.

Su City was scorching in summer. Even with the air conditioning on, the room still felt stuffy.

"Brother Qi, why aren't you eating shirtless? Wouldn't that be much cooler?" Wu Wei said.

As a Northeastern man, and since the dorm was basically like his own home, Wu Wei easily carried on the habit of going bare-chested.

Su Qi looked at his sturdy muscles. He even had visible lines along his abdomen. Thinking of how her own brother had mocked her for having a chick-like figure at home, Su Qi gave up on the idea!

"Well, it's not that hot. I can handle it. Here, have some meat. I can't finish it." As she spoke, Su Qi moved some of the bulgogi from her bowl into Wu Wei's.

"Thanks, Brother Qi." Wu Wei grinned.

Su Qi found it pretty strange. He had been the one who bought the food, yet he was thanking her just for giving him some meat.

"Brother Qi, I want some too!" Wang Dongxu, who was gaming nearby, held out his bowl as well.

Seeing that he had already scraped his bowl clean, Su Qi wondered, Is this guy a pig? How did he eat that fast?

But if she gave him any more, she would not have enough herself!

"We're having a feast tonight, so eat less at noon!" Su Qi refused.

The moment they heard they were having a feast, the food in their hands suddenly seemed less appetizing. After all, how could Bulgogi Bibimbap compare to hotpot and barbecue?

Wu Wei deftly picked the meat out of his rice, while Wang Dongxu simply stopped eating altogether.

Seeing the state they were in, Su Qi teased, "You two are really trying to eat me broke!"

Wang Dongxu said, "It's everyone's duty to take down the rich! Besides, your game is so fun. You must be making a fortune. Do you have any plans? Spill it—how much have you made?"

Su Qi opened her phone and checked the numbers. The game, priced at fifty-nine yuan, had sold more than 2,500 copies, bringing in over a hundred thousand yuan. However, its growth rate had already started slowing down.

Su Qi understood why. After all, the spirit of the internet these days was sharing. Although she had set up professional coding within the game to prevent copying,

it was still rather flimsy before computer experts. By tomorrow, pirated copies would probably be everywhere. Most of the first players who bought it had done so out of sentiment.

Wang Dongxu had sharp eyes and immediately spotted Su Qi's phone. He was stunned when he saw the six-figure number, and Wu Wei leaned over as well, equally dumbfounded by what he saw.

They could not help but sigh, Are we really the same age?

Dorm 302 in Building Four was on the west side of Soochow University's B campus. There were four people in the dorm. By age, they were Han Yixing, the eldest; Wu Wei, the second; Wang Dongxu, the third; and Su Qi, the youngest.

Han Yixing was a local big shot in Su City. In Wu Wei and Wang Dongxu's eyes, he was the very model of an ambitious second-generation rich kid. Why did they say ambitious?

Even while attending university, he had already begun taking over the family business. So he only came to class from time to time and returned to the dorm even less often.

Fortunately, he still got along well with the dormmates.

In Wang Dongxu's eyes, Han Yixing and he belonged to two completely different worlds. Their backgrounds were simply too far apart. Han Yixing's starting point might already be an endpoint Wang Dongxu could never reach in his entire life.

Young people loved comparing themselves to others. It was impossible not to compare at all! University was a giant dye vat; even if you did not want to be stained, others would splash their colors onto you.

So Wang Dongxu turned his attention to his other two roommates. Wu Wei was from the Northeast and extremely straightforward. He occasionally worked part-time jobs, so he seemed to come from an ordinary family.

But Wang Dongxu could not quite figure Su Qi out.

He still remembered their first day at university. Many parents came to inspect the environment. Even Han Yixing's wealthy parents had checked out the school, chatting with Wang Dongxu's parents and Wu Wei's parents.

Then Su Qi arrived alone, dragging a huge suitcase. When Wang Dongxu's parents asked her, "Who came with you?"

Su Qi had answered calmly, "I came by myself!"

At the time, Wang Dongxu thought the girl was very independent. But that night, Su Qi received a call from home. The voice on the other end was loud and forceful. Wang Dongxu only remembered hearing that sentence even from far away.

"If you don't come home today, then never come home again."

He only gradually learned the truth later through indirect questioning.

Su Qi's parents were extremely domineering, while Su Qi herself was stubborn. She had secretly applied for her university choices against her parents' wishes. Because of that, her family cut off all financial support, and even her tuition had been paid through student loans. Su Qi, who was a year younger than them, was only eighteen this year, yet she already carried so much pressure on her shoulders.

To be fair, Wang Dongxu felt that if he had to attend university without money from his family, he would break down.

But little by little, this skinny shut-in, Su Qi, had shocked them beyond belief. One exquisite piece of anime-style original art after another emerged from her hands.

Those characters seemed almost alive! Wang Dongxu had looked into it before. Some large animation studios outsourced their projects, while outsourcing companies sought help from freelance illustrators.

A single beautiful illustration could sell for around two hundred to five hundred yuan.

Su Qi took about four hours to draw one picture. She said the quality of hers could probably sell for around four hundred.

Even if she only drew one a week, it was still considerable income. Later, they gradually discovered that Su Qi was actually a doujin artist, using the Chinese online name "Brother Qi." The funny thing was that Wang Dongxu had even read her work late at night and paid several times to show his satisfaction.

For a time, he regarded this somewhat delicate-looking shut-in with newfound respect.

And as they looked at Su Qi's income of over a hundred thousand yuan, both Wu Wei and Wang Dongxu had the same thought at that moment.

They were jealous, really jealous!

Tonight, they had to eat her broke and take down the rich!!

Su Qi had no idea they were jealous. She merely looked at the online data and felt it was still a little far from her expectations!

Wang Dongxu: ??

Wu Wei: ??

Su Qi had her reasons for saying that! Not counting players who cleared the pure-love route, the game's playtime was around five hours, showing how generous the game was.

There were over a hundred triggered events and more than 3,500 game CGs. Setting those aside, Su Qi had written every line of the game's code herself from start to finish.

For the code alone, even hiring the cheapest programmer would cost more than twenty thousand yuan. And the results would not even be guaranteed.

Not to mention the voices and dubbing, which Su Qi had painstakingly clipped bit by bit after researching materials.

If an actual team had produced it and earned only a little over a hundred thousand yuan, they would probably feel like they had lost their shirts!

Though it looked like Su Qi was losing money too!

"Ding. System prompt: Didn't you get me because of that?"

Su Qi: Hehehe—