Identity V 4+1 · Chat

The boy in the frame sat loose and relaxed, having just finished adjusting his streaming setup. Half-damp black hair clung to his full forehead. His features were clean-cut and cold, his narrow dark eyes holding no warmth, and his fair, spotless face carried a faint air of detachment. He wore a simple solid-color half-turtleneck base layer, his broad shoulders sharp and easy, his figure upright and pristine—exuding a cool, restrained youth aura. He tapped the keyboard twice, lifted his chin slightly, and a low, clean teenage voice came through the mic, with a steady, pleasing chest resonance that shed the restraint and silence of real life for something more casual and bold. "Mm, I'm live now." His tone was flat, the tail of his words carrying a lazy rasp as his gaze locked onto the screen, competitive fire slowly surfacing. "Climbing ranks today." Fang Yixing raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone carrying his signature abstract humor and domineering energy: "Survivors, don't try to mind-game me. Pallet stuns and looping are useless. Anyone who dares to run circles around me or pull some funny business—I'll bleed them out all the way. I'm showing you the mechanics; if you show off, that's on you. Watch if you want, I'm just playing normally. No fake stuff. Trolls will be kicked by the mods."