Chapter 243: It's Addictive

The Business Competition results will be out in just a couple of days.

Actually, this Business Competition definitely has some inflated figures.

The wealthy scions' covert resource backing and network leveraging are obvious to anyone with a keen eye.

Fortunately, the organizers investigated strictly, XY Group assigned a dedicated monitor, plus Mu Xin's prestige and Song Ze Yi's oversight, so no one dared to really cross the line and cheat.

At most, it's just a bit more convenience within compliance.

Now both schools uniformly fill out the results statistics table online.

They must list core data such as the starting capital balance, total revenue, and net profit.

They also need to attach on-site photos and video proof of no rule violations, and submit a detailed full competition plan from project planning to ground operations—nothing can be omitted.

Mu Youyu's desk was piled high, with a tablet computer in the center, as she screenshotted transaction details of selling the three-dimensional handicraft paintings, sorting this month's revenue stream item by item.

Jiang Liangjin sat at the desk beside her, his records already organized.

Gu Xingnan's self-created Anonymous Legal Trading Platform has all its funding sources; he is now beside them supplementing the textual explanation of the project plan.

Yu Ci leaned over the desk, sighing at a stack of customer feedback photos, muttering: 'If I'd known there'd be this much to fill out, I should have recorded a note every day from the start; now flipping through chat records is making my eyes blur.'

Gu Xingnan chuckled lightly at the words, his typing nonstop, casually saying: 'No worries, take your time; I'll help you once I'm done.'

Yu Ci nodded, looking at the glittering balance, full of the joy of being swept away.

Mu Youyu stopped halfway through, feeling tired, and simply halted, looking toward Jiang Liangjin beside her: 'A Jin.'

This past month, her three-dimensional clay paintings unexpectedly became hot sellers.

At first they sold only within Lan Lin campus, but after promotion by Bai Yun and others, even people from Nan Feng sought them through connections, with prices ranging from hundreds to tens of thousands.

Relying on exquisite craftsmanship and novel styles… frankly, there's also the reputation of Artist Name Yue Shu.

They claim to start from zero, not relying on Yue Shu's fame, but anyone in the circle who has seen Yue Shu's works can spot a few clues in the brushstroke texture of the clay paintings.

Moreover, the campus lords and ladies, eager to topple Nan Feng, turned out in droves, enabling a profit of nearly six million on under a ten-thousand cost, far exceeding expectations.

Jiang Liangjin lifted his gaze, casually turning her tablet toward himself: 'Don't rush, I'll handle yours. I've finished checking the costs on my end; I'll just attach it later.'

Mu Youyu leaned back in her chair, tilting her head to give him a smiling glance: 'A Jin is still the most reliable.'

She then reached out, lightly hooking her fingertip around his pinky, shaking it gently, her soft tone tinged with a bit of coquetry: 'When I'm done, I'll treat A Jin to cake.'

Jiang Liangjin turned his hand to hold her fingertip, his smile deepening, voice lowered: 'No cake needed; having Youbao with me is enough.'

Mu Youyu didn't catch the intimacy in his words, merely shaking the hand he held, murmuring softly: 'But I want to eat.'

'All right.' Jiang Liangjin replied, 'After school I'll rent out the whole shop.'

'No way, that's the Lin family's shop.' Mu Youyu hurriedly waved her hands, yet couldn't help smiling at the corners of her mouth, letting him hold her hand as she obediently leaned over the desk to watch him sort the accounts.

Meanwhile, Gu Xingnan sat at the opposite desk, his fingertips tapping nonstop on the keyboard.

His Anonymous Legal Trading Platform runs smoothly, with clear funding sources; he is currently focused on supplementing the textual explanation of the project plan.

In his peripheral vision he caught their little gestures, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile, but he said nothing.

Yu Ci was used to it.

Mu Youyu opened her phone and sent a message to Mu Xin: '【Big brother, has the info from Second Brother come out?】'

The message had barely been sent when it was almost instantly replied; Mu Xin's message popped up together with an encrypted file link: '【Just got the preliminary data from the Competition Organizing Team on Nan Feng, I've sent you the file, the password is your birthday.】'

'【Your second brother's team kept a low profile, only making a push in the final week, but they've only filled out the plan and haven't finished verification.】'

Mu Youyu's eyes lit up; she quickly opened the link and entered the password, and as the page loaded, the core data of Nan Feng Team appeared prominently.

Just like them, Mu Xi and her four companions each formed their own team, opened separate tracks to make money, and finally totaled their revenue.

The most conspicuous was Mu Xi's project.

Yu Ci leaned in, glanced, and slammed the table in shock: 'Holy shit! This horror game copy was made by Xi Ge? I said how it suits my taste—I've topped up two hundred thousand this month buying unlock items!'

Gu Xingnan, brought along by him, also topped up twenty thousand, saying nothing.

No wonder it felt so familiar.

Yu Ci saw the game name below and exclaimed again: 'Oh dear, what the heck, this puzzle copy is also his doing? Every time I get stuck the system taunts me...'

He trailed off, voice lowering: 'I just couldn't resist spending money on hints, pouring in several hundred thousand in total.'

Topping up is addictive.

Mu Youyu, Jiang Liangjin: '……'

Gu Xingnan's eyelids twitched; he felt the same.

He also thought the game really suited his taste.

The more provoked…

the more he wanted to clear the level.

As Xia Chao Yi just entered the classroom, he couldn't help saying: 'Are you undercover agents sent by the Nan Feng Team?'

Bai Yun, who had been seated all along, muttered: 'I've played it too, and you still topped up tens of thousands to buy clothes.'

Xia Chao Yi leaned over to look at the game name, face twisted like he'd eaten raw bitter melon, wailing: '……Can minors get a refund only?'

……" Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin exchanged a glance and kept watching.

The table showed that Mu Xi had used…… her own phone to build an immersive horror dungeon copy, an ancient-style adventure puzzle copy.

The cost appears to be zero?

Directly hosted on the official gaming platform, it went viral the moment the top‑up opening launched.

The revenue figures are astonishing; the turnover alone far surpasses many other teams.

Bai Yun's eyes grew brighter the more she looked: 'Hey, Xi Shao is truly amazing—she developed this in just a month, and even my favorite streamer recommends it!'

Otherwise she wouldn't have played it; once she started, she got hooked.

Xia Chao Yi doubted: 'Your favorite streamer is also based in C City—couldn't they be from Xi Shao's class?'

'Who knows?'

Mu Youyu continued reading.

Song Lujing handled the R&D and agency sales of new-energy portable devices.

Ye Zeli and Lin Yu each had their own thoughts.

Anyway, it looked high-end.

On the other side, Nanfeng Gaozhong, Senior Year Class 1.

Mu Xi rested with elbows on the desk edge, cheek pressed against the cool desktop, bangs falling over the forehead, shading the faint color under the eyes, breathing so lightly it made no sound.

His Atmosphere didn't dissipate in the slightest; those around him didn't even dare to breathe.

Beside him, Han Mo, who was forced to be a slave despite not being on the same team, helped organize the data.

Song Lujing kept recharging his own game, but he didn't dare to go too hard.

Seeing that Mu Xi was clearly not asleep, he spoke: "Brother Xi, you really know how to handle people; it's only because I'm being lenient, not charging you to death, otherwise the revenue would have to double."

Mu Xi sat up, lazily lifting his eyelids: "Voluntary top-up, no coercion, no grabbing."

Han Mo was still organizing the data: "Right, right, right, sigh."

Song Lujing had just finished spending gold on the game's limited skin, then casually patted his shoulder: "Be content; at least I let you work as a free data organizer—otherwise Brother Xi wouldn't even be happy with that."

Han Mo's hands didn't stop, near tears: "I thank you."

Song Lujing: "You're welcome."