“An Xin! So it was all your doing, cough cough cough.”
Chu Xiaoxiao’s face flushed red with anger, and her chest heaved violently. Because she was too agitated, she couldn’t help bending over and coughing violently.
“Yes, it is.”
Since Ling Cheng wasn’t around, An Xin made no attempt to hide it.
“I’m going to tell Ling Cheng about what you’ve done, you…”
An Xin didn’t care at all; she even started eating the opera cake that originally belonged to Chu Xiaoxiao.
“Can do. If you think A Chen will believe you, go ahead and do it.”
While eating the cake, An Xin showed a happy expression.
“A Chen’s cooking is really good.”
“Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, A Chen made me breakfast today.”
An Xin stared into Chu Xiaoxiao’s eyes, making Chu Xiaoxiao’s heart uneasy.
“So, do you think your importance in A Chen’s heart can compare to mine? You thief.”
When she heard that final question, the phrase ‘compare to mine’ struck like a heavy hammer on Chu Xiaoxiao’s already defenseless heart.
“I…”
Chu Xiaoxiao couldn’t even form words; tears gradually blurred her vision.
“So… so can this thief leave? I think this place isn’t suitable for you.”
An Xin leaned in close to the already flustered Chu Xiaoxiao, still wearing a smile on her face, but her tone was especially cold.
“I won’t give up on Ling Cheng. The recording equipment is in the last row seat of the abandoned classroom in Building C.”
After saying this, Chu Xiaoxiao turned and left.
She was afraid that if she stayed, she would hear Ling Cheng’s reproach. That last sentence was already her final resistance.
But… she still didn’t want to give up. She didn’t want to hand Ling Cheng over to this kind of woman.
Watching Chu Xiaoxiao walk away, An Xin continued to enjoy the cake.
“Ah~ Delicious!”
An Xin contentedly ate the last bite of cake, gently wiped her mouth with a tissue, and leaned back in her chair to wait for Ling Cheng’s return.
“An Xin, she… already left?”
Ling Cheng, looking dispirited, scanned the room after returning and found that only An Xin remained in the activity room.
“A Chen, Xiaoxiao knew she did wrong, so she left. Before leaving, she told me where she hid the equipment. I never thought Xiaoxiao would do this…”
An Xin also looked dejected.
“Mm, then I’ll have to rely on you for the voice acting from now on, An Xin.”
Ling Cheng felt an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart, but the feeling of being betrayed by a trusted friend also made him especially disappointed.
“A Chen.”
Looking at Ling Cheng’s expression, she gently hugged him.
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, A Chen. I’ll always be with you.”
“Thank you.”
Ling Cheng was grateful that he had An Xin by his side, such a natural and gentle girl.
“Good morning, senior!”
The door to the activity room suddenly burst open, and Hua Manyue, who had just finished class, rushed straight in.
Seeing this scene, she quickly closed the door and backed out.
“Sorry, senior. I didn’t know you were doing this. I’m interrupting.”
Ling Cheng gave a helpless wry smile and opened the door.
“You’re misunderstanding. An Xin, lead the way. Let’s go get the recording equipment back.”
“But senior, are you and senior An Xin really not a couple?”
On the way to the teaching building, Hua Manyue couldn’t help asking further.
“Do A Chen and I look that much like a couple?”
Hearing Hua Manyue’s words, An Xin’s eyes turned into heart shapes.
“Super similar!”
Manyue gave a direct affirmative answer.
“Alright, alright. Let’s go get the equipment first. Stop joking around.”
Ling Cheng interrupted the two girls who were chatting enthusiastically.
And then, sure enough, in the last row seat of the abandoned classroom in Building C of the teaching building, they found the hidden recording equipment.
“Wow, senior, how did you know it was here?”
Upon seeing the equipment found, Hua Manyue couldn’t help exclaiming.
“Xiaoxiao put it here.”
An Xin said simply, and Hua Manyue understood everything.
After all, yesterday senior Chu Xiaoxiao’s voice was hoarse, but she still insisted on coming, and today…
“It’s okay. Let’s hurry back and do the voice acting. There’s only a little more than one day’s worth of script left.”
Ling Cheng patted his own face, trying to cheer himself up for the final step of game production.
After returning to the club activity room, he immediately sent the remaining script for more than a day to An Xin and Hua Manyue.
Hua Manyue looked at the final script and unconsciously blushed, because the final script actually required her to voice that kind of thing with the senior.
“By the way, senior, about those steamy voice parts at the end…”
Hua Manyue originally wanted to say that she could directly record with the senior without needing the senior to adjust the sound.
But An Xin seemed to sense something and immediately picked up the conversation: “Don’t worry, junior. Senior will adjust the sound well. Don’t be shy. After all, for a girl, it would definitely be embarrassing, right?”
Looking at senior An Xin, whose hands were on her own shoulders and whose expression was scary, Hua Manyue couldn’t say the rest of her words.
“Yes, senior. Please help me adjust the sound.”
They worked until afternoon and finally finished all the scripts, even faster than Ling Cheng originally expected.
All that’s left is for Ling Cheng to finish the sound adjustment and upload, then they can prepare for release.
Meanwhile, in the Chu Mansion, Chu Xiaoxiao curled up under the covers, crying incessantly. Tears flowed freely, soaking the front of her clothes.
‘What should she do? What should she do? Right, as long as I prove I’m more useful than that green tea An Xin, it’ll be fine. Just let Ling Cheng know my worth.’
Chu Xiaoxiao bit her fingernails as she frantically thought: ‘As long as I make Ling Cheng have to rely on me for game production. Then Ling Cheng will definitely come back, he’ll definitely return to my side for the game.’
With that thought, Chu Xiaoxiao set her sights on certain game streamers on video sites, especially those with a decent fan base.
She believed that as long as she was willing to pay the price, many game streamers would be willing to help her.
If enough streamers attacked the game’s artist and art style, lowering the game’s reputation, so that the game wouldn’t sell…
Then Ling Cheng’s game project would soon collapse.
Then he would also realize that being close to that woman An Xin would bring no good.
He would come back to my side, constantly relying on me, embracing me.
In the dim room, Chu Xiaoxiao revealed a morbid and obsessive smile. She opened the chat window with Ling Cheng and scrolled through the past three months of messages, where Ling Cheng had proactively talked to her every day.
“I will definitely bring you back, Ling Cheng. I love you.”