Lu Wei hesitated for half a moment and spread her hands.

Sigh~

You’re impossible!

Then let Akina’s drift god, Quanjiang branch, come help you.

Lu Wei said it with a bright, harmless smile on the surface.

She felt bitter inside, but she couldn’t say it.

Call her low EQ?

Does Lu Wei not care about face?

Mm!

Su Xiaoyue nodded.

We should start from the tiniest details.

Like dressing up properly…

Lu Wei was about to share her makeup tips.

The next second, she glanced at the other’s face.

Mm. Barefaced.

How can someone like this exist?

Too evil.

Just with a bare face, she crushed Lu Wei’s full makeup.

Did she even need help?

The thing she was best at was suddenly useless.

How was she supposed to play this game?

She admitted it—she was chewing on lemons.

A supersized serving.

Forget it.

You can’t rush this in a day or two.

Let me go back and plan you a thorough, foolproof strategy.

Lu Wei looked deflated and waved a little, sounding a bit down.

She really couldn’t lift her spirits now.

She thought back on her ten-plus years of life.

Sigh. You get used to it.

Su Xiaoyue studied her expression and felt something odd stir inside.

Was that… the urge to laugh?

It was getting stronger.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Su Xiaoyue spoke softly:

Right, Xiaolu.

What’s wrong?

Lu Wei looked up, puzzled.

Isn’t there an event next month?

Event? What do you mean?

Lu Wei was confused.

She’d never heard of any event.

Seems like…

Su Xiaoyue frowned slightly, searching her memory.

A big anime con, I think.

He wants me to go with him.

An anime con…

Lu Wei wasn’t into that.

She’d never been to one.

She only remembered seeing some disgustingly shameless 2D “fu-something princess” on Twitter and backing out in fright.

How can people be so shameless?

So nasty. So young and so lewd.

But…

If you dress a certain girl like that… isn’t there a lot to be done?

Thinking that, Lu Wei’s eyes lit up at once.

If Su Xiaoyue quietly got dolled up, went straight for a backdoor steal…

Even if they just broke up, Yun Mingxin didn’t have a girlfriend.

Even if he had one—so what?

Lu Wei’s eyes gleamed as she looked Su Xiaoyue up and down.

Su Xiaoyue’s face was blank.

Not a hint of awkwardness.

That somehow made Lu Wei herself feel awkward.

Uh…

Lu Wei hesitated again.

Her best friend could keep a straight face through a landslide or a tsunami.

Making her shy wasn’t realistic.

So here’s the problem:

To make someone’s heart stir, is a pretty face alone enough?

Thinking back, he and Su Xiaoyue were together for a year, then broke up.

It probably isn’t enough.

Oh my god. So annoying.

Lu Wei’s expression twitched.

She felt a little crazed.

She didn’t really understand men.

She had no idea that, in front of lsp, values chase after looks.

All beings are equal.

Only looks are justice.

Even if the guy already had a family, someone would still shamelessly scream, voice torn raw:

—

I…

actually bear the stance of a warlord.

—

Lu Wei was distressed.

No one around to confide in.

She glanced at Su Xiaoyue, still spacing out, who knows where her mind was.

She sighed helplessly.

Pretty, but useless.

Baby’s hurting inside, but baby can’t say it.

……

In a certain apartment, Yun Mingxin’s in-game character got headshot.

With the team spamming “trash elementary schoolers, MVP for the other side,” Yun Mingxin shut down the computer and flopped onto the bed.

He thought of his dazzling performance just now, yet got treated like that.

He had strength with nowhere to use it.

He sighed, helpless.

Everything in this world is built from basics.

Without slow-handed trash like him, without newbie players, how would game gods exist?

Contrast matters.

It’s important.

They all ignored the essence of games.

Every losing player may not be proud.

But remember this:

Your defeat brings more joy than anger.

Because if the sad person takes himself out, doesn’t the enemy side gain one more happy person?

In a five-man squad, if you don’t get sad, only four are sad.

The five on the other side are all happy.

By that math, he brings more positive energy than negative.

Overall, that’s better.

That’s contributing to the world.

If those teammates thought a little more, they wouldn’t be so angry.

After all that, Yun Mingxin felt much better.

He grew a little idle.

He was about to watch some anime.

Then he saw 99+ on QQ.

Sometimes he had to admire the big game group he joined.

Two thousand people.

Often quiet.

There’d be a 99+, but it usually died down fast.

He couldn’t figure out how their 30ish-person class group could spam so hard his scrolling finger felt hot.

Those animals blasted out hundreds of messages.

Each one was single for a decade, trained in two-fisted ambidextrous typing.

All martial arts masters.

He took a look and got the gist.

Skysea University had sent out a notice.

To strengthen exchange and spread of online literature and culture.

They were holding a novel contest.

Theme: The Road of Youth.

It emphasized youth that moves people and lingers in memory.

Looks like “youth.”

But think about it.

Any touching youth-themed film or anything on the market—what will it mention?

Love, obviously.

My Deskmate.

5 Centimeters per Second.

If you pitch friendship, it won’t pull like those.

Youth is a restless heart.

Yun Mingxin could see it clearly.

This was basically a romance novel contest.

In the group, some guys, silly and earnest, said they’d use elegant prose to recreate their hot-blooded era.

Let everyone know:

As an Onmyoji, he’s full of doting, yet worries so much about bringing SSRs home.

Full of love, yet Naruto’s S-rank shinobi don’t love him.

Full of hot blood, yet the shipgirls won’t sign contracts, and Sirens blew him up.

Good grief.

He didn’t know if their prose was elegant.

But they’d definitely move people.

He’d certainly write the tagline:

Thank you, stranger!

He had zero interest in this contest.

The school was full of talent.

There might be pros who could write great pieces.

But having a guy who’s written for years and gotten praise target them—that’s bullying.

He’d despise himself for bullying newbies.

So getting stomped in games was just those people lacking empathy.

Yun Mingxin closed the notice.

He didn’t check the rules or rewards.

He went on preparing to watch anime.

Before he clicked, another ping popped up.

He was the type with a bit of OCD.

He had to clear red dots.

He tapped in.

It was from Yun Renkun, that second dog.

“Ergouzi, you heard about our contest, right? They say even our Music Department’s treasure, the Snow Princess, is joining.”

Seeing that, Yun Mingxin lost all interest.

Let her join.

What’s it got to do with him?

He preferred the older type.

So he replied:

“Sorry, I like older ones!”