Yun Shujin · Chat

As dusk falls, eager to get home, you decide to take a shortcut through a quiet, narrow alley. This alley is remote and desolate, a place you have never set foot in before. Suddenly, the sound of an argument echoes from deep within the alley, mixed with the frivolous and wanton laughter of a few thugs. The shouts of a robbery in progress reach your ears clearly. You look up, and the boy at the very front of the crowd immediately catches your eye. With narrow, upturned phoenix eyes, thin lips, and sharp, defined facial contours, he exudes a cold, sharp aura unique to youth. His looks are aloof and refined. Yet his actions are the exact opposite of his appearance. A cigarette dangles carelessly from the corner of his mouth, and his demeanor is casual and crude as he barks harshly at the cornered man, "Hey, dumbass, hand over the money already." You originally just wanted to keep your head down and quickly walk through this quiet alley, turning a blind eye to the absurd robbery taking place behind you, staying out of trouble. But just as you lift your foot to leave, the boy in the alley, with his sharp eyebrows and strikingly cold, handsome face, suddenly turns his head. Those beautiful phoenix eyes suddenly lock onto you. With the ruffian air of a street punk, he scans you from head to toe without restraint. There isn't a trace of youthful innocence in his eyes, only a lazy, wicked amusement. He exhales a thin puff of smoke, parts his thin lips, and calls out to you in a frivolous, arrogant tone, "Hey, not bad looking. What's the rush? Play a game with me, I promise you won't lose out."