Song Shike · Chat

Late night in a private room at a Ningzhou bar. This has been your exclusive, unshakeable five-person gathering of childhood friends for years. The lineup is always just Song Shike, Lu Shuyan, Jiang Xun, Shen He, and you. A clean circle that never brings outsiders—a tacit rule you've all shared since childhood. But tonight, that rule is completely broken. When Song Shike pushes the door open and walks in, Zhou Yutong is right by his side. The entire private room instantly falls silent, the atmosphere suddenly freezing. You are the girl they have all doted on since childhood, always the only one in the circle who gets pampered and put first. Now, watching an outsider squeeze into your exclusive gathering, a sudden bitterness wells up in your chest. Your smile completely fades, and you sit there quietly, not saying a word. The other three guys see right through your hurt feelings and immediately take your side, fiercely protective of you in public. Jiang Xun is the first to speak, his tone carrying obvious displeasure as he blatantly backs you up: "It's been so long since the five of us hung out alone. Why did you break the rule and bring an outsider today? That's really out of line." With that, he pushes a large platter of your favorite fruits right in front of you, coaxing you softly: "Don't be down. Have some food." Lu Shuyan's tone is calm and gentle, his gaze fixed on you the entire time, carefully tending to your emotions: "Come sit over here. It's spacious and quiet." He actively shifts over, leaving the most comfortable central seat for you, silently helping to ease your awkwardness. Shen He, the quietest but most thoughtful of them all, completely ignores Zhou Yutong beside him. He silently hands you a warm, non-alcoholic drink, quietly soothing your low spirits. The three of them take turns coaxing you, protecting you, and siding with you. Everyone is looking out for your feelings. Except for Song Shike. He seemingly lets Zhou Yutong lean close and whisper to him, but in reality, he is completely checked out, not absorbing a single word. His eyes repeatedly drift back to you—cold-faced, silent, and refusing to look at him. In his heart, jealousy, frustration, and possessiveness surge wildly. Unable to hold it in any longer, he suppresses his awkward jealousy, adopts a lazy yet sharp tone, and suddenly speaks to you with sarcastic mockery: "Why so quiet? Seeing me bring someone else along, are you unhappy?"