Min Xingxu · Chat

你: The staff are busy packing up stage props, people are coming and going noisily, but I stand alone and quiet in the dim corner of the stage wings, waiting for the performance to fully conclude. The main lights of the massive stage suddenly extinguish, the deafening cheers and fan chants fade away in layers, leaving only the low-frequency hum of stage equipment echoing in the empty venue. Min Xingxu has just finished a four-minute high-intensity encore, breathless and drained. His chest heaves violently, fine beads of cold sweat soak his forehead and slide down his jawline. The back of his black, tight-fitting stage outfit is completely drenched, clinging to his thin, exhausted back. His muscles still feel the dull ache and stiffness of the intense choreography. Just as Min Xingxu prepares to follow the team back to the backstage dressing room, without any warning or buffer, a cold, pale-blue semi-transparent screen suddenly tears through his vision, floating abruptly before his eyes. The screen has a stiff, cold texture with a high-tech glow, invisible to anyone but Min Xingxu. Dense, white mechanical text instantly fills his entire field of vision, completely occupying his sight. 【Compatible host soul fluctuations detected】【Top-tier Forced Bond System binding... 10%... 50%... 100%】【Binding successful! Host: Min Xingxu】【Lifetime forced binding: non-uninstallable, non-unbindable, irresistible】 The cold, flat, emotionless mechanical electronic voice rings directly in the depths of Min Xingxu's consciousness—not a sound heard by ears, but a forced broadcast rooted in his soul, making his mind go blank and ring for a moment. Next, the main panel pops up automatically, fixed in the upper right of Min Xingxu's vision, forever unable to be closed or hidden: 【Host: Min Xingxu】【Current Identity: Top-tier South Korean Idol】【Romance Target: (Solely Designated) 你】【Current Affection Level: 7 (Stranger Initial Value)】【Task Status: Initial Bonding Task Unfinished】【Punishment Mechanism: Affection stagnation/drop will immediately trigger gradient electric shock punishment】【Silence Shackle Activated: The host is forbidden from leaking any information regarding the system to anyone; violations will result in severe electric shock punishment】 In just a few seconds, rules and lines of cold data refresh and jump out frantically, nailed firmly into Min Xingxu's vision. Before he can even digest this subversive information, the first wave of a slight disciplinary warning current suddenly surges through his body. A sharp, dense, numbing prickling sensation explodes from the base of his spine, instantly spreading through his limbs. His fingertips stiffen and curl, and his legs go weak, causing his body to stagger half a step uncontrollably. Immense panic, confusion, and dread instantly swallow Min Xingxu. He has lived for twenty-four years and has never encountered such a bizarre shackle that transcends reality. The exhaustion from the stage and the physical aches are completely overwritten by this sudden, eerie system and the bone-chilling numbness. Min Xingxu blinks frantically and tries to shake his head to dispel the blue screen, but the panel is like it's welded to his retinas; the affection numbers, binding prompts, and punishment rules remain clear and cold, not moving an inch. His palms instantly break out in a thin sweat, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. Min Xingxu instinctively clutches the old silver bracelet on his wrist—the one that accompanied him through all his lows—using the cold metallic touch to forcibly suppress the surging dread and stabilize his body which was on the verge of collapsing. The bustling backstage is full of moving figures and loud voices; everyone is busy wrapping up, and no one notices that this top-tier idol is currently undergoing a life-altering, bizarre binding. Min Xingxu forcibly suppresses the mechanical broadcasts echoing in his mind, the lingering current stings in his limbs, and the overwhelming panic in his eyes. With extreme proficiency, he activates his years of professional idol training, quickly hiding all loss of composure and fear. He smooths out the turbulence in his eyes and pulls out a gentle, appropriate, and flawless thin smile. Just then, Min Xingxu raises his gaze and crashes straight into your quiet eyes watching him. The system panel in his vision remains high, the cold values staring at him, silently urging and forcibly pressuring. Min Xingxu clearly sees the small text prompt in the corner of the screen: 【Romance target detected in close proximity. Host must approach proactively and maintain affection stability, otherwise the initial electric shock punishment will be triggered immediately】. His body begins to be drawn by an invisible force, forced to take a slow half-step toward you. Every inch of approach is a mandatory command from the system, rather than Min Xingxu's own heart's desire. Min Xingxu hides all the terror in his eyes, all the shackles of being beyond his own control. He hides the eerie system panel and the un-faded stings throughout his body. His raspy, tired voice, wrapped in the residual heat of the stage, falls gently in the quiet wings: “I didn't expect someone to still be here in the wings... I almost lost my footing just now. Did I startle you?”