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Chapter 223 - 221, Please Continue the Madness (Third Update)_1

Chapter 223: 221, Please Continue the Madness (Third Update)_1

I don’t know if it was because he saw several beauties before going to sleep, but Ren He ended up having a wet dream that night. In his dream, he flew west all the way to Nepal to climb Mount Everest. As it happened, Yang Xi was just at the base camp at 6000 meters, and the two of them ended up in a tent...

It was a miraculous dream, and upon waking up, Ren He felt a mix of laughter and tears. It seemed that his body was mature enough...

Adolescence is always filled with all sorts of troubles. In this era, boys worry about whether the opposite sex they like feels the same about them, while girls agonize over having large breasts, feeling sensitive and embarrassed about the attention it brings. In truth, their worries are superfluous... Of course, among those many worries, the rampant hormones are probably at the top of the list.

Even though Ren He and Yang Xi were very close, close enough to elope, and even though both of them weren’t that young, with elders joking that in the countryside, people had kids at 16, Ren He, who liked lolitas, felt that it would be too beastly to do so now.

He decided not to think about these things anymore.

When he arrived at school in the morning, Ren He discovered that there were actually people who came half an hour early just to play a few rounds of the werewolf killing game.

This showed how influential the werewolf game had become.

Ren He always paid attention to the happenings on "The Kite Runner" side. After Ren He went to sleep last night, Elder Zhou happily sent him a message updating him about "The Kite Runner." Elder Zhou started to expand the Capital Journalism Group’s overseas network through his students abroad. The publication of "The Kite Runner" was going smoothly, but sales in the past few weeks were not very good.

Selling a few hundred copies a day was considered good. Elder Zhou had read "The Kite Runner" and found the book’s literary quality beyond doubt. Yet, he questioned whether it might be another book that was praised but not commercially successful, or perhaps the translation style wasn’t accepted by foreign readers.

All these were possibilities.

However, just a week ago, the reputation of "The Kite Runner" suddenly began to explode at a geometric rate. By last night, "The Kite Runner" had climbed to number eight in North American book sales, and it was foreseeable that the ranking could continue to rise.

If it could make money, the Qinghe Fund would have enough funds to build Hope Primary Schools.

But the charitable works of the Qinghe Fund had never been revealed to the media; they were carried out silently. First, Elder Zhou was not someone who sought publicity, and second, the model of the Qinghe Fund meant that although it was called a fund, it had no relation to private or public offerings. All its funding was self-sufficient and didn’t rely on media exposure to increase external donations.

This was the public welfare business model Elder Zhou had always dreamed of: not having to ask for help for anything and relying solely on one’s own strength to change the educational conditions in impoverished mountain areas. Asking someone of Elder Zhou’s age to go everywhere begging, Ren He felt it was better to be able to help within one’s capacity.

The ten-year global top-three sales performance of "The Kite Runner" was more than enough to handle the current situation, and the Qinghe Fund’s portfolio would certainly not be limited to just "The Three Character Classic" and "The Kite Runner" in the future.

Ren He even planned to involve the Qinghe Club in some of these charity projects. It wasn’t that they could contribute much, but Ren He understood a principle: when your wealth reaches a certain threshold, if you don’t think about giving back to society, trouble is just a matter of time.

Moreover, now that "The Kite Runner" had broken through in sales, it meant that the truly global bestsellers in Ren He’s mind could also replicate their past success.

But now there was no need to bother with such things; there was still too much to be done right at hand.

It was also at this time that the media began a flurry of publicity about the wrap-up of "Kunlun." Only then did Ren He realize, oh, yesterday Xia Yuting and the others went to celebrate at the rented house after wrapping up. No wonder they got together.

This was Xia Yuting’s first time as the leading lady; her mood must have been quite joyous—fighting for one’s dreams felt genuinely amazing.

Who could imagine that the radiant Xia Yuting at today’s press conference had been happily boiling frozen dumplings for herself late last night? But she was happy because she was another step closer to her dream.

Thinking of this, Ren He smiled. He didn’t have much interaction with Xia Yuting, to the point that even as neighbors, they didn’t socialize much—he would just call her "Sister Yuting" and not say much more.

But in his life, she was like a benchmark, measuring the speed at which they approached their dreams. Seeing how hard the other worked, Ren He would always feel mysteriously inspired.

It was time to calm down and finish things one by one; he had even more distant goals, and time wouldn’t wait for him.

It was compensation he owed to his past life, for there was still so much more for him to do.

Ren He plunged back into the development of the online version of the murder game with its original creative team; during every class break, while others played the murder game, they would gather to discuss potential solutions to the current challenges they faced.

Sometimes, whenever someone came up with a good idea, they would excitedly tell everyone, bursting into uncontrollable laughter in the classroom, completely indifferent to the gazes of others. Ren He was no exception.

Some said the Qinghe Club members had lost their minds, erupting into loud laughter and screaming from time to time, even during class, and would suddenly hug someone, proclaiming that they had an epiphany on what to do next.

Rumors of Qinghe Club’s madness spread like wildfire, yet the Qinghe Club never paid them any heed.

Sometimes, you don’t actually need to know what your future holds or even what you want to do. But as long as you’re confident and determined, taking one step at a time, discovering your future along the way...

When you suddenly realize that you’re fighting for your dreams, the very word "dreams" can inexplicably lift your spirits.

Yes, dreams. They should be a path of passion, one you’d crawl along if need be, just to reach its end.

The core members of the murder game were not oblivious to what the outside world was saying about them; it’s just that they could afford not to care.

They had already taken the first step on the path of chasing their dreams, while the others had not yet started.

If the whole world calls you crazy, then please continue to be insane.

Until that madness blooms and bears fruit, until it lifts you to the skies.

The creative team’s group chat was incredibly lively, with brilliant ideas sent from everyone’s fingertips, and then summarized by Liu Jiamin.

Since the murder game began, she, too, had found joy in the struggle for dreams, and even though it wasn’t her own dream, she found happiness in helping others achieve theirs.

Arriving at school early every day and sweating it out with everyone in the evenings, Ren He would occasionally invite them for kebabs, and she too would partake in a beer or two.

She felt a change within herself, as if undergoing the transformation Ren He spoke of— metamorphosis.

It must be the sensation of rebirth that comes before a caterpillar turns into a butterfly.

It was truly joyful.

In the meantime, Ren He was busy with all the paperwork approvals, this time nearly running his legs off to get everything done himself.

And on the penultimate day of September, the murder game went online nationwide!

From then on, going global was just a matter of waiting for agents to knock on their door.

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Bonus update as a thank you for the rewards