Chapter 295: Her name is Yiyi_3 Chapter 295: Her name is Yiyi_3 But if the link opened to a download page, some people might get stuck at this step.
Luckily, Cheng Zhu didn’t set his expectations too high, nor did he think about making the same terrifying amount of money with this game as he did in his previous life.
However, ever since he decided to hold a game contest at Technology University, new ideas started to spark in his mind.
“Screw the testing, just launch it!”
“Start spreading it from the school.”
“There’ll be a bunch of people downloading it during the campus game contest.”
“To obtain ‘items’, they’ll have to share the game with their friends.”
“Use Technology University as a base and spread it to the surrounding student community!”
“Then, once the game’s popularity in Hang City is high enough… maybe I can even advertise my milk tea shop in it?”
He still needed to think over the specifics.
But the game could indeed be launched first.
After all, given the environment of 2014, marketing efficiency definitely couldn’t match that of a few years later.
TikTok didn’t even exist yet!
The main channels would basically be Weibo and some streamers and the like.
Oh right, and there’s going to other games that offer ad placements to advertise his own game.
After leaving the game studio, Cheng Zhu took a detour to “Youu Come to Play” outside the university.
After tomorrow, he would no longer own this place.
He thought he wouldn’t feel much, but standing outside the store, a hint of sentiment rose in his heart.
He walked in, sat behind the register as usual, and about ten minutes later, he received a call from Jiang Wanzhou.
He was here to collect his car.
“I’ve arrived, just next to the car, where are you?” Little President Jiang asked.
“I’m inside the store, coming out now,” Cheng Zhu hung up the phone.
Exiting “Youu Come to Play,” he immediately spotted Jiang Wanzhou across the street by the parking spot, perched on a flashy pink scooter, holding a small helmet.
The image was too perfect; the scooter matched his persona so well that Cheng Zhu couldn’t resist snapping a photo from a distance with his phone, planning to share it in the group chat later for everyone’s enjoyment.
“Heh, who knew arrogantly riding a pink scooter could look so good, bro!” Cheng Zhu mocked inwardly.
That scooter was his handpicked choice, making anyone riding it the most dazzling speedster on the streets.
Jiang Wanzhou, belatedly noticing Cheng Zhu already done with the stealthy photography across the street, immediately showed his annoyance by curling his index finger into an orchid gesture, but extending his index finger as if pointing at Cheng Zhu from afar, and began to curse him out.
“You’re way too cocky! I’ve never seen anyone brazen enough to not return a borrowed car, and make the owner come to pick it up!”
He was extremely annoyed by this, muttering complaints all the way.
“I was busy with some stuff at the plush toy store since I won’t own it in a couple of days, and just now I was feeling quite sentimental,” Cheng Zhu said with a straight face.
Jiang Wanzhou glanced at the “Youu Come to Play” across the street, then at Cheng Zhu, and finally just rolled his eyes at him, not in the mood to scold him any further.
After exchanging car keys, Jiang Wanzhou even asked, “Did you have fun on the trip?”
His tone was somewhat wistful because as childhood friends, they hadn’t gone out together in a long time.
“It was fun,” Cheng Zhu replied.
“But I’ve seen it’s been raining these past two days, what could you possibly do for fun?” Jiang Wanzhou was puzzled.
“You don’t get it, this trip was full of rewards,” Cheng Zhu gestured dismissively.
“Pfft!” Jiang Wanzhou snorted, thinking what kind of fun could one possibly have at an ordinary homestay?
“Shall we go for dinner? My treat?” Cheng Zhu offered.
“Don’t try to appease me with that braised chicken from the school gate,” Jiang Wanzhou demanded a higher standard.
“Fine, let’s find a restaurant then,” Cheng Zhu was indifferent: “There’s a decent Korean place nearby, wanna go?”
“Let’s go, if you know the way, you drive,” Jiang Wanzhou said.
“OK, President Jiang, your car is ready,” Cheng Zhu obligingly opened the car door for Jiang Wanzhou.
Then the guy cheekily straightened his coat’s collar, murmuring, “This is more like it.”
However, as soon as Jiang Wanzhou settled into his car, he gave Cheng Zhu a Bone-softening Palm, whacking his arm hard.
“Damn, what’s wrong with you?” Cheng Zhu winced in pain and turned to scold him.
“Look for yourself! Okay, who drank this coffee?” Jiang Wanzhou picked up the oat milk latte from the cup holder.
Cheng Zhu had bought an iced one for himself and a hot one for Chen Jieyu.
She found it comforting and had nearly finished it on the ride back to campus.
When getting out of the car to retrieve luggage, she’d forgotten to take the cup with her.
This left two coffee cups in the car, clearly indicating someone had sat in the passenger seat.
“What’s your point? I can’t let anyone sit in the passenger seat when I’m driving your car?” Cheng Zhu asked.
“That’s not the issue. Look, there’s lipstick!” Master Detective Jiang Wanzhou pointed to the cup’s rim, where a faint lipstick mark was indeed present.
Blame Mr. Chen, the exquisite mature woman, who always applied full makeup first thing in the morning, never missing lipstick.
Cheng Zhu even took a taste, and it was not bad.
Jiang Wanzhou pressed on, “You and your secrets! Are you in a relationship now?!”
“The trouble with our friendship, eh! Keeping a secret relationship from me, is that it?”
“Is it because you dated Li Xinyue before, and I’ve always disapproved and disliked her, so now you’re giving me the cold shoulder?”
Cheng Zhu felt Jiang Wanzhou’s resentment was almost ready to burst through the roof.