My Online Friend Can't Be This Cute

Don't Play Holy Slash: Pretty good.

Baibai: Mainly because Xiao Yi worked hard enough. If it were me, I definitely couldn't do it.

Don't Play Holy Slash: True. Give the same book to anyone else, and I don't think they could pull it off either.

A Seductress: I have no proof, but I think someone used cheats.

Flaked Out: Ah, Xiaohuo, that jealous look of yours is truly ugly.

A Seductress: ???

A Seductress: Oh right, while he's not as ridiculous as Xiao Yi, Pigeon is pretty outrageous too.

A Seductress: Doesn't this guy play games every day? Where did he get grades like this?

A Seductress: I worked my ass off back then. Damn it.

Flaked Out: I just love that look on your face when you can't stand me but can't do anything about it. Hehe.

Flaked Out: Women, beach, men.jpg

A Seductress: ?Blood pressure UP.jpg

Don't Play Holy Slash: I looked it up. Xiaohuo, it seems you really do have to treat him to a meal.

Don't Play Holy Slash: With his score, if he applies to H University and agrees to major reassignment, he has a very high chance of getting in.

A Seductress: Heh, if he gets in, he gets in. It's just one meal. So what if I treat him?

Don't Play Holy Slash: Of course, if he wants to choose his own major, he could also attend a school below H University.

Don't Play Holy Slash: But then he probably won't get to eat Xiaohuo's treat.

H University? That was a renowned university ranked among the top ten in the country.

Applying to a school like that? He had never even dared to think about something like it before.

No wonder Xiaohuo had been so confident, saying that a school of the same tier would be fine too.

As for majors, honestly, majors were important, but compared to getting into H University, they didn't seem quite so important anymore.

Human-Dragon Unity: I never expected Xiaohuo to be an H University student. My respects, my respects.

A Seductress: Holy shit, doxxed.

Human-Dragon Unity: But since the president knows so much about Xiaohuo and H University, she must also be an H University student, just like Xiaohuo.

Don't Play Holy Slash: Mm-hmm, that's right.

Don't Play Holy Slash: So? Want to consider it? We'll be waiting for you at H University.

Human-Dragon Unity: Alright, wait for me. That meal is as good as mine.

Logically, something this important should have been discussed with his parents.

But neither his father nor mother had much education. Most likely, they would take him to ask that "very experienced" uncle, then choose his major and school based on his advice.

As for that uncle, if your score was a little higher, he would advise you to study law or medicine. If it was a little lower, he would advise you to study civil engineering.

He had wanted to study computer science, but had ended up studying civil engineering. That uncle deserved ninety-nine percent of the blame.

A Seductress: I don't think it has to go that far...

Don't Play Holy Slash: Then we can find time to send out a setting and rules, and get new character sheets ready.

Don't Play Holy Slash: This time... Dungeons & Dragons. I'll be the DM. It should be a long-term campaign.

Don't Play Holy Slash: We'll run it online first. Once Xiao Yi gets to H University, we can run an in-person campaign.

A Seductress: Suddenly, treating everyone to a meal doesn't seem so unfair. A long-term campaign, hell yeah!

Flaked Out: ??? What about Baibai and me?

Baibai: Angry.jpg

Don't Play Holy Slash: Hm? You can join normally. We'll still use the group chat for the in-person campaign, so just send messages in the group as usual.

Flaked Out: Damn it, I really want to join an in-person campaign too.

Baibai: Damn it, I really want to join an in-person campaign too.

"Xiangwen, have you checked your results?" his mother called from outside the bedroom door.

"I checked."

"Come out and show us."

"Okay, wait a second."

Human-Dragon Unity: I'm going to tell my parents my score first. Bye.

Don't Play Holy Slash: Bye.

Baibai: Bye-bye.

A Seductress: Go on, blow them away.

Flaked Out: Go on, blow them away.

Mo Xiangwen smiled, turned off his phone screen and slipped it into his pocket, then walked out.

When he reached the living room, he found the two of them sitting on the sofa as if facing a major battle.

"What is it? Why so serious?"

There was some anxiety on Zhou Xiuqin's face. "You tell us. You haven't come out to report your score for ages. How did you do?"

As for his father, Mo Chenfeng kept a dark face and stayed silent for a long while before finally forcing out, "It's okay if you didn't do well. Worst case, you can take it again next year."

Mo Xiangwen found it both funny and exasperating. He pulled up the text message containing his results and placed his phone before the two elders.

The two of them eagerly leaned in together, crowding around the tiny phone screen, as though that was the only way they could make out the words on it.

Then, in the next instant, both of them froze.

After a long while, they looked at each other, seemingly able to see the disbelief on the other's face.

"This is... your score?" Zhou Xiuqin asked incredulously. "You didn't go find some text message to trick us, did you?"

"Do I need to do that?" Mo Xiangwen shrugged. "If you don't believe me, you can call and check it again."

"Six hundred and fifty points for a Second-Tier Undergraduate?" Mo Chenfeng muttered absentmindedly. "Since when was the second-tier cutoff this high?"

"No, I said at least second-tier. I never said I was second-tier." Mo Xiangwen sighed. "You assumed that yourself."

"Then why didn't you tell us there was a chance at first-tier schools?" Zhou Xiuqin complained.

"You wouldn't have believed me if I told you. Think about it." He retorted, "If I'd told you then that I was at least first-tier, maybe even a top first-tier school, how would you have reacted?"

Mo Chenfeng and Zhou Xiuqin fell silent together again.

Yes, if Mo Xiangwen had told them that so directly back then, they would only have thought he was either joking or had done terribly and wanted to deceive them.

But now, the text message with the results was right in front of them, more convincing than any words could be.

Trick them? There was no point. Even if they believed it, seeing a score like this, they would definitely call again to verify it, just in case they got their hopes up for nothing.

"I'll take you to see your uncle and the others, and ask for their advice about applications." Zhou Xiuqin stood up, her face glowing with excitement. "But I guarantee he's never seen scores like this before."

"I'll contact my brothers right now and have them come help arrange a university celebration for Xiangwen." Mo Chenfeng slapped his thigh and laughed loudly. "So many people have come out of our village, but never has anyone's child gotten into a key university."

"No, anything but discussing applications with Uncle!!"

P.S. I thought about it, and to avoid unnecessary trouble, I'd better just make it fictional.

Managing Some Money, Buying Some Art

The president angrily demanded, "Where's the damage pressure? Their Reinhardt is practically sitting on my face and taking a dump!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'm moving, I'm moving." Mo Xiangwen glanced at the situation in the match and decided to take a slight detour up to the high ground. "Almost there, almost there."

"Xiao Yi isn't even on the front line," Xiaohuo explained with a miserable expression. "How am I supposed to create any pressure alone as Hanzo on the front line?"

"What the fuck is he doing again?" The president was startled. She gave herself a purple bubble, then took a moment to turn around for a quick look, only to find that the McCree who should have been in the backline was gone. "I don't remember you dying."

"Managing some money, managing some money. I'm really almost there."

"Fuck, you're managing money again. Be a human being, will you?" The president cursed, but still pushed forward a little. "Hurry up."

Mo Xiangwen carefully controlled his character to avoid the enemy's line of sight, finally reaching the high ground behind them. Just in time, he saw the enemy Ana standing there, fully absorbed in healing her teammates.

"Pigeon, jump in, jump in. Help me bait out their abilities."

Flaked Out sighed. He glanced at his health, which wasn't even at one hundred, but still resolutely pressed Shift and jumped into the crowd, only to be instantly vaporized by the enemy.

The instant Pigeon's Winston jumped in, Mo Xiangwen rolled, threw a Flashbang, then followed it with six rapid shots to take down Ana, immediately starting his ultimate.

"It's High Noon—"

A pink bubble and a blue glow instantly appeared around him.

"You're powered up, get in there."

With Baibai's Nano Boost empowering him, the red dots on the screen rapidly turned into four skull icons.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Peacekeeper fired four machine-gun shots in an instant, wiping out every enemy on the field.

"Can you stop thinking about managing money every day? I'm begging you, just play the front line, alright?" The president was complaining when she suddenly saw a yellow light about to fly into the battlefield. She hurriedly shouted a warning to her teammates, "Fuck, fuck, Mercy! Kill her, quick!"

But it was already too late. Mercy finally landed among the teammates who had died together with him.

"Heroes Never Die!"

The enemy instantly went from one survivor to five.

With all their abilities spent and their main tank down, they had no ability to fight back against the enemy's five full-health players, and were directly wiped out.

...Naturally, he didn't get Play of the Game either. The enemy Mercy did.

"Managing money every day, and I still don't see you getting Play of the Game." The president snorted. "Stop playing DPS. Go play double tanks with Pigeon instead. You two have good synergy anyway."

"Exactly, exactly. I'm the only one playing the front line every day, and the president keeps asking me for damage pressure." Xiaohuo, who had barely even broken the enemy shield a few times, was also very dissatisfied. "If someone's going to flank, shouldn't it be me?"

Flaked Out: We gave you all the resources, and Baibai even used an unnecessary Nano Boost.

Baibai: I'll give it to you again next time.

Flaked Out: ?

President: ?

Xiaohuo: ?

"Ahem." Mo Xiangwen coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed as he admitted his mistake in voice chat. "My bad, my bad. If we'd killed Mercy just now, it would've been fine."

"Too late. You've already betrayed the trust of the group members. Go play the Reinhardt you're best at." The president chuckled. "I've been losing all morning. Can you let me win one game?"

"I think this is definitely the fault of blood-exploding ELO. I usually win too much."

"Are you going or not?"

"I'm going." Mo Xiangwen answered immediately, with a touch of grievance in his voice. "I love playing double tanks with Pigeon the most. Anyone who says playing tank isn't fun must be lying. Let me do it."

It had to be said that his synergy with Pigeon really was top-tier. Whether it was alternating shields or switching who held the line, they barely needed to communicate.

His charging Reinhardt and Pigeon's Zarya were not only responsible for holding the line, but their damage was no worse than the DPS players'.

With the front line exerting enough pressure and doing more of the work, the backline naturally had a much more comfortable environment for dealing damage and healing.

They steamrolled their way through one victory after another. Only after they had finally filled an entire page with green results did everyone log off in high spirits.

After logging off, Mo Xiangwen remembered the matter of his novel cover and opened the group chat to ask.

Human-Dragon Unity: Does anyone know an artist?

Almost instantly, someone jumped out to reply.

Baibai: Yes, yes, yes, I know one.

Flaked Out: Don't know one.

Baibai: I know one!!!

A Seductress: Don't know one.

Baibai: Xiao Yi, look at me, I know one!