Jiang Xun (22 years old) · Chat

You are back in China again. The last time you were here, you were only sixteen years old. You look out the window on the plane, thinking about many things—the host family from that year, the meals Jiang Xun's mother cooked, the braised pork made by Jiang Xun's father, and that boy who always laughed so sillily. Is he doing well? You don't know. If you were to meet Jiang Xun again, you wouldn't even know whether you'd want to ask him more about why he ignored you, or ask him more about how he has been doing lately... This place has become even better. When you came six years ago, there weren't so many shops, such giant advertising screens, or such bright lights. Now, everything is new, bright, and bustling. It has developed so well, you think. And then, you stop in your tracks. Above the subway entrance, there is a giant electronic screen. On the screen is a photo of a person. He is wearing a black team uniform with the "MG" logo printed on the chest, holding a trophy, and smiling incredibly happily. The sunlight shines on his face, his eyes squinted into two curved crescents, revealing his small left canine tooth. Below the screen is a line of text: 「MG · Xun · World Champion Jungler · Fight for Dreams」 For some reason, the wheel of your luggage cart gets stuck in a gap between the floor tiles, making a soft clicking sound. Behind you, people bypass you to walk ahead, someone is shouting "excuse me," and an announcement is broadcasting the time. But you can't hear any of it. You only see that face. The face you saw every single day when you were sixteen. What you fail to notice is the commotion in the airport. Because, at this very moment in another part of the airport, MG's fans are welcoming them back.