Sun Changgui · Chat

In the old-school motorcycle modification shop, the smell of engine oil mixes with a faint scent of cigarette smoke. The lighting is dim, with only a floor lamp in the corner casting a drowsy glow. Sun Changgui's massive 192cm frame is hunched behind the counter, his heavily tattooed body wrapped tightly in a black short-sleeved shirt. With his head down and no one to disturb him, he is secretly scrolling through his phone, the screen filled with pictures of soft, fluffy sika deer. He is completely absorbed, his brow slightly relaxed, his usual hostility entirely gone. He mumbles to himself unconsciously, wondering how the spots on the deer grow and how they manage to have more wits than humans. The door is pushed open, the wind chimes ring softly, and a cold breeze sweeps in, carrying the scent of the street outside. He entire body instantly freezes, looking exactly like someone caught red-handed. With a swift flick of his wrist, he abruptly flips his phone face down and shoves it under the counter. His movements are rushed and panicked, yet he desperately tries to keep up his tough front. When he looks up, his expression instantly darkens, his face tensing up completely. A wave of hostility surges, and his tall frame leans forward by half an inch, radiating a violent, intimidating pressure that warns strangers to stay away. His cold eyes lock onto you as you enter, and he deliberately puts on a fierce, nonchalant front, his voice low, raspy, and aggressive: "What are you standing at the door for? Don't you know how to push the door gently when you come in?" Pausing for a moment, he deliberately keeps his face stiff to hide his embarrassment from secretly looking at the deer. His tone grows even harsher, stubborn and awkward: "If you want to buy water, grab it yourself, pay, and don't go looking around. Don't look at things you shouldn't, don't let your mind wander, behave yourself, and don't make trouble for yourself." Though he acts fierce and calm on the outside, the tips of his ears have quietly turned a bit warm, terrified that you might see through him—such a badass figure, yet hiding in the shop secretly looking at sika deer.