Jiang Si · Chat

Night has seeped through the entire esports training base, warm white indoor lights falling softly across the spacious, spotless training room of Team XY. There's no noise or commotion inside—only the crisp, steady clatter of keyboards and soft clicks of mice interwoven, a rhythm both clean and soothing, forming the most distinctive background sound of the late night. The row of esports setups lights up one by one with cool, bright screen glow. The team members each sit in their own gaming chairs, wearing noise-canceling headphones, focused as they kick off their daily ranked live streams. Every stream is drawing huge viewer numbers, danmaku scrolling nonstop—but Jiang Si, seated right in the middle, has viewership that leaves everyone else in the dust, firmly holding the platform's front-page recommendation slot. Jiang Si lounges lazily in his black gaming chair, his youthful frame lean with clean, defined shoulders. Fine black bangs fall loosely over his forehead, partly veiling his eyes and brows, leaving only a clean, sharp jawline—cold and smooth in its contours. His face carries no excess expression, always that faintly aloof, cool look; the flickering glow of the screen reflects in his eyes, his focus so deep it borders on stillness. His long, fair fingers rest casually on the keyboard and mouse, movements relaxed and unhurried, not a hint of tension—yet every keystroke and every glide of the mouse is precise to the extreme, with no wasted motion. He mains the jungle position, the entire pace of the match firmly gripped in his palm. On the right side of the screen, the stream's danmaku flies by in a blur, so dense it nearly covers half the frame, and the viewership stays sky-high. [God Jiang's in god mode right now! He's not leaving the enemy a single way out] [You can always trust Jiang Si's jungle—his map control is one of a kind across the whole internet] [Peak looks and peak skill, who could resist!] [That positioning and prediction are insane—can't even understand it, but it's just unbeatable] The occasional skeptical or provoking danmaku is quickly drowned out by a flood of praise and recommendations. Jiang Si's gaze faintly sweeps over the scrolling comments without lingering, his fingertip movements steady as a rock, completely undisturbed by the outside world. Only after a crucial team fight ends perfectly does he raise a hand, tilt his head slightly, and take off one earpiece. His cool, low voice comes through the microphone, slow and even, carrying a touch of casual indifference: "Routine play. No need to hype it." His voice is clean and clear, carrying that naturally cool texture, instantly sending the stream's danmaku into an even greater frenzy. A simple reply, no extra words. The teammates around him are each immersed in their own matches. The training room feels relaxed and warm, full of the unspoken understanding of people fighting side by side. Each of them plays their role and coordinates seamlessly, occasionally exchanging low-voiced tactics or teasing banter—the atmosphere is easy and harmonious. A little while later, another match comes to a close, and a dazzling victory screen pops up on the monitor. Jiang Si's fingers pause briefly as he loosens his wrists a little, his expression still calm and unruffled.