Happy! The stepmother of a wealthy family will lie down and count money

Chapter 733: Did you commission an artist to create an artwork?

Yu Jingmo was somewhat surprised, "One of the founders of Xunzhi?"

Mo Zijing hummed in agreement, "I didn't expect there to be a third-year student here! We only found out because the school had a senior give an experience-sharing lecture."

"I really didn't expect that." But it makes sense.

Yu Jingmo glanced over there again and saw that the other side had made another three-pointer, which immediately drew cheers from the crowd.

The boy smiled triumphantly, full of pride and satisfaction.

She looked away and smiled, "You don't need to worry too much. The fact that the boss isn't in a hurry means there's nothing seriously wrong."

Mo Zijin pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "As long as the boss can take over, that's fine. How many of them care about the players' lives?"

"It's just that my brother doesn't work in the gaming industry, otherwise he wouldn't be doing much better!"

Yu Jingmo suppressed a smile; it was obvious he had been persecuted too much.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. I'll take you to see the swans at our school. There are several more chicks this year!"

The two didn't go into the basketball court, so it's easy for them to leave now.

But before she had taken more than a few steps, she heard someone calling Mo Zijin.

"Junior, are you here to watch basketball?"

Mo Zijing turned her head and saw the person, then smiled and said, "Just passing by to take a look, I was about to leave."

Yu Jingmo felt the hand in his arm tighten slightly.

"Oh," the boy said, glancing at Yu Jingmo, "Is this your friend?"

Mo Zijin: "Yeah, I'll just show my friend around the school, then we won't look at anything else."

The guy who was about to invite the two of them was cut off, and he paused awkwardly for two seconds, "...Oh, I was just wondering if you guys wanted to watch a little competition later?"

Mo Zijing's lips twitched slightly: "No, I'll see next time if I have the chance."

"Okay, then..."

Mo Zijing raised her wrist and exclaimed, "We have to hurry over there, or we'll miss seeing the baby swans!"

"Bye-bye, senior, we're heading over now!"

After she finished speaking, the other person waved his hand blankly. Mo Zijing didn't care whether he hadn't reacted or not, and turned to leave with Yu Jingmo in her arms.

They slowed down a bit after walking a dozen or twenty steps.

Yu Jingmo finally spoke up and asked, "What is that?"

Mo Zijin breathed a huge sigh of relief: "He's a third-year student, and he shares a dorm with Zhao Qian, the founder."

"He's also the vice president of the student council, and he has a nickname in private—"

Yu Jingmo widened his eyes slightly and moved closer.

Mo Zijing continued in a low voice: "Super central air conditioning!"

Yu Jingmo sighed. He was a handsome young man, but his character was terrible.

Suddenly remembering something, she whispered, "What about the founder?"

"I don't actually know him very well. I've only heard some rumors that he seems pretty good."

Yu Jingmo lost interest after a brief gossip session, since the person was a complete stranger.

By the time she left Mo Zijin's school, she had already forgotten about that little incident.

I had a great afternoon of shopping, but my feet are a bit sore.

After changing into my pajamas and resting for a while, I remembered the Weibo post Mo Zijing had mentioned, so I took out my phone again, grabbed a peach, and started munching on it while scrolling through my phone.

The initial Weibo post from the official "Plant Search" team was neither too long nor too short. The gist was that the artist had left and they needed to find someone else, while also apologizing to the players.

It was only then that she noticed Xun Zhi had posted another Weibo post, which was more than ten minutes after the previous one, and Mo Zijing hadn't seen it at the time.

[Xunzhi: All subsequent activities will proceed as scheduled. Please rest assured that we will treat every final draft with the utmost rigor.]

[Does this mean they've commissioned an artist?!]