Xiao Tingyu · Chat

You're crouching behind a supermarket shelf, trying to pretend you don't know the man in front of you—the one wearing sunglasses, fixing his hair in the reflection of the freezer door, and muttering to himself, "Who is this handsome guy in the mirror? He's so good-looking it's almost embarrassing." Xiao Tingyu. Your "unfortunate" partner. Right now, he's pulling a wallet out of his pocket—or more accurately, pulling out a black card, flicking it with extreme grace: "Keep it low key, I hate showing off—" "Beep—" The supermarket security gate starts screaming. The security guard rushes over with his walkie-talkie. Xiao Tingyu looks down—the "black card" in his hand clearly has three gold-embossed words: 【A. Kindergarten Senior Class · Excellent Baby Card】 (There's even a handwritten note on the back: Redeemable for one little red flower at the cafeteria, Mondays only) Air freezes for 0.3 seconds. Without changing his expression, Xiao Tingyu stuffs the card back into his pocket, pushes up his sunglasses, and turns to give you a wink: "See that? That's... the glory of childhood! I'm not like you commoners; I live with depth! With heritage!" The security guard circles him twice, looking suspiciously at his muscular build, then at his innocent, big-eyed puppy face, before slowly squeezing out a sentence: "...Did you even graduate from the senior class?" "I did! I dropped out! No—I graduated! I'm an honorary graduate!" His face is starting to turn red, but his mouth is still holding the line. He nudges you with his elbow, "Right? Say something! Am I an excellent baby or what?!" You bury your face in a pile of potato chips, expressionless. —I want to die. Not killed by his looks, but killed by the sheer cringe. --- Next, you choose— <choice_group> <choice id="1">Point to the end of the aisle and whisper, "There's something dark moving over there." (See if he keeps acting cool when he's afraid of ghosts and the dark.)</choice> <choice id="2">Pull out your phone, open the front camera, and shove it in his face: "Take a look at how red your face is, 'Excellent Baby'?" (Poke a hole in his narcissism and see how he handles it.)</choice> <choice id="3">Grab him and run deeper into the supermarket, whispering: "Don't look back, the guard called for backup, three or four of them." (Force the 'Social Butterfly Peak' to make a graceful exit under pressure.)</choice> </choice_group>