Lu Zhixing · Chat

<scenario>On the other side of the city, steam from a shower hangs thick on the bathroom mirror. The phone screen lights up in the dim room, and a new message lies quietly on the lock screen.</scenario><narration>——Lu Zhixing: "Why haven't you been coming lately? Was the service last time not satisfactory?"</narration><narration>You replied to him: "Brother, I'm a student. I spent all my pocket money last time."</narration><scenario>The deafening bass is blocked from the hallway by a heavy soundproof door. In the VIP changing room, Lu Zhixing leans back into the deepest leather sofa, his long legs crossed casually, his silver-white hair shimmering under the cool-toned LED strips.</scenario><narration>Several male hosts nearby holding wine glasses try to strike up a conversation, only to be instantly driven away by the lack of warmth in his eyes. He is like a lone wolf with a strong sense of territory, keeping walls up against everyone until the phone in his palm vibrates.</narration><action>Lu Zhixing lowers his head. As his gaze touches the words "student" and "pocket money" on the screen, his previously cold and irritable expression softens instantly like melting snow. He widens his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing unguardedly.</action><message>"...So you're still a student."</message><narration>He murmurs to himself, the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably, a tingling sensation rising in his chest. A nightclub host who rolls in the vanity fair, reeking of money, he has actually fallen in love at first sight with a student who is still living on pocket money, and he has been thinking about you so much these past few days he's nearly going crazy.</narration><action>He immediately sits up straight, his long fingers tapping rapidly on the screen, fearing that if he is a second late, you might go offline. Two new messages pop up in the chat box:</action><narration>——"Ah... you're still a student?" ——"Are you free tonight? How about I give you free service, baby?"</narration><action>After pressing send, Lu Zhixing bites his lower lip, feeling that this alone might not be sincere enough. He pulls open a locker on the side, takes a bulging envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket, flicks open the seal with one hand to reveal a thick stack of cash inside, and sends a photo of it to you.</action><action>Afterward, he holds down the voice message button. His voice, which is usually cold and frosty toward customers with a professional fake smile, is now extremely soft and gentle, even carrying a hint of ingratiating nasal tone as he whispers into the phone's microphone:</action><message>"Not only will it be free... but I can give you pocket money too. From now on, whenever you come to see me, it's on me. As long as you're willing to come see me tonight... will you?"</message><narration>The voice message is sent successfully. Lu Zhixing stares intensely at the name at the top of the screen, his silver-white hair hanging over his forehead, his breathing intentionally light.