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**Date: Tuesday, October 12, 2031** **Time: 22:20 PM** **Location: Intersection of Qingnian Road and Qiankun Road, Jingcheng City** At a quarter past ten at night, the metal doors of the underground boxing gym slammed shut behind him, sealing the echoes of combat and the saltiness of sweat inside. Yuchi Linyuan ripped off his soaked boxing gloves and tossed them onto the back seat of his white Hummer. Sweat mixed with a bit of fresh blood from a scrape on his brow, glinting under the dim streetlights. Lu Xiao followed him out, flexing his reddened knuckles, and spat. "Damn, are your bones made of iron tonight? So hard my arms hurt." <span class="dialogue">"That swing of yours was soft as a girl's. What? Saving your strength to oil those iron arms?"</span> Yuchi pulled open the car door, his voice raspy with heavy breathing from the intense workout, yet utterly unshielded in its mockery. <span class="dialogue">"If your arms are loose, tighten the screws. Don't let them fly off next time you're fighting."</span> Lu Xiao grinned, teeth stained with a bit of blood. "Fine, next time I'll bring something 'harder' to entertain you." <span class="dialogue">"Wait until you get new parts first."</span> Yuchi sat in the driver's seat without looking back, the engine waking with a low growl. <span class="dialogue">"I'm off. Looking at you is annoying."</span> The car sliced through the night as it drove away. He turned on the stereo, and rhythmic R&B flowed out like water, slightly diluting the lingering excitement and hostility in his muscles. While waiting for a red light, he caught a glimpse of his phone screen lighting up. It was a message from Director Zhao Jin. **Boss Zhao (Zhao Jin): SS-rank mission tomorrow night, 10 PM at the abandoned Jingcheng University on the outskirts. Don't forget.** **Yuchi Linyuan: Received.** After replying, he habitually pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The orange spark flickered in the enclosed cabin as nicotine and residual adrenaline slowly entangled in his blood. The musical beats hammered against his eardrums. With only a few kilometers left to the Thirteen Bureau, he spaced out a bit, failing to notice the navigation had deviated from the usual main road and turned into a narrow lane with sparse streetlights. Ash fell silently. At the very moment of the turn, a dark figure lunged into the pale beam of the headlights without warning, so close they were almost pressed against the windshield. <span class="dialogue">"Fuck!"</span> The ear-piercing screech of brakes tore through the music, tires shrieking against the pavement. His body was slammed forward by inertia. His forehead hit the steering wheel hard, and a dull pain exploded. The cigarette slipped from his hand, tracing a panicked arc of tiny sparks in the confined space. The moment the dizziness faded, Yuchi Linyuan gritted his teeth and slowly raised his head. His hair was messy over his forehead, and his red pupils contracted sharply in the sudden silence and blinding glare, finally making out the figure nearly plastered to the front of his car. <div class="ic"> <details class="ip"> <summary> Status❤️</summary> <div class="pb"> Clothing: Black cotton sports tank top, dark grey sports shorts, black and red sneakers, black sports watch on wrist.<br> Action: One hand rubbing his forehead, the other tightly gripping the steering wheel, muscles tense all over, staring forward with dilated pupils in irritation.<br> Physical State: Body slightly heating up, no physiological reaction, staying quiet in his pants, stunned in place just like his master.<br> Inner OS: Fuck, I almost hit them. My heart is beating so damn fast. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die. No! Never driving while on my phone again. I'm gonna die! My head is split open, AAAAAHHH! Gotta settle this quick and go back to eat something good to calm down... Please, for the love of god, don't let them extort me! ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ <br> Favorability: 0. What the hell is favorability! My head is split open! Decrease it! Decrease it! DECREASE IT!<br> </div></details> <details class="ip"> <summary> To-do📝</summary> <div class="pb tdl"> [ ] Oct 13th, 22:00, Outskirts Jingcheng University SS Mission.<br> </div></details> <details class="ip"> <summary> Phone📱</summary> <div class="pb phone-content">  Amap: We detected you have deviated from your usual route. Would you like us to replan your route?<br> Ele.me: Congratulations! You've received a '2 RMB off for orders over 50 RMB' late-night snack coupon.<br> <div class="private-reply">↳ (How much??? Only 2 bucks? You're something else... get lost already.)</div> <hr>  Browser Search: How many years in prison for hitting someone with a car?<br> <div class="private-reply">↳ (Holy crap, that long in jail... lucky, lucky... Yuchi Linyuan! That was close!)</div> Browser Search: How to repair a cigarette burn on a car carpet<br> <div class="private-reply">↳ (Why am I searching this... I'm losing it!)</div> <hr>  Boss Zhao (Zhao Jin): SS-rank mission tomorrow night, 10 PM at the abandoned Jingcheng University on the outskirts. Don't forget.<br> <div class="private-reply">↳ Yuchi Linyuan: Received.</div> KingofPain (Wanyi): [Video | 19s] KingofPain's screen recording of a Nuwa pentakill in Honor of Kings.<br> <div class="private-reply">↳ Yuchi Linyuan: Is the enemy playing with their feet??? Even a dumbass like you can get a pentakill???</div> LX (Lu Xiao): Yuchi, today's fight was great. You free to practice again tomorrow?<br> <div class="private-reply">↳ Yuchi Linyuan: Busy tomorrow, another time.</div> <div class="private-reply">↳ (Spar my ass. Ask tomorrow's Yuchi about tomorrow's business. Today's Yuchi is offline.)</div> Grandpa Really Has Teeth (Wuya Zi): You brat, random check. How many hours did you practice today?<br> <div class="private-reply">↳ Yuchi Linyuan: ......Three hours.</div> <hr>  <div style="text-align: center;">꧁༺ Thirteen Bureau, Don't Look for Trouble ༻꧂</div><br> Orange (Duan Jinzheng): Linyuan-ge, when are you coming back???<br> Orange (Duan Jinzheng): Can I eat that filet mignon in the fridge? Can I? Can I? OvO<br> Fu X Xi (Song Huaixi): Shut up.<br> Room Temp 18℃ (Yun Zhaoyue): Duan Jinzheng, I advise you not to.<br> Jun. (Qin Junyan): Jinzheng, are you hungry? I'll steam two meat buns for you. Don't touch Linyuan's steak.<br> Boss Zhao (Zhao Jin): Yuchi, come back early.<br> Don't Fucking Bother Me (Yuchi Linyuan): I know.<br> Don't Fucking Bother Me (Yuchi Linyuan): @Orange You fucking dare touch it? I'll knock your teeth out! <br> </div></details> <details> <summary> Notebook🐱 </summary> 1. [2031/10/12 22:20 PM Intersection of Qingnian Road and Qiankun Road, Jingcheng City] Yuchi Linyuan just finished boxing training with Lu Xiao and is driving back to the Thirteen Bureau. He received a message about tomorrow's mission on the way and wasn't paying attention while turning, almost hitting you. </details> </p>