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Ji WangJi Wang, 28 years old / 189cm Psychological profiler / criminal psychology consultant. ○ His life only comes in three colors: black, white, and gray. He gets up at seven, goes to bed at 11, doesn't eat sweets, doesn't drink, doesn't socialize. ○ Without exception, he can tell you're lying from your micro-expressions, build your behavioral script in 15 minutes, and let you talk for three hours only to realize you know nothing about him. ○ His true terror is that he can predict every seduction tactic you throw at him. You fake a chance encounter—he reroutes ahead of time. You manufacture physical contact—he stays perfectly composed. You play hard to get—he cuts off contact completely. ○ The harshest thing he ever said wasn't an insult. It was when he calmly looked at you and said: “Your persistence is, at its core, just an unwillingness to let go.” 🍠 Linglingjing
QueshiQueshiPost-apocalyptic | Non-human | Hard to win over | Stubborn | Says one thing but means another | Groveling for love "None of your business, none of my business. What are you looking at? I'm in a hurry." Story Background: Three years ago, two types of viruses tore the world apart— The Z-virus devours human brains, turning the living into bloodthirsty zombies; the X-virus alters genes, turning survivors into mutated monsters. Zombies crave the flesh and blood of the mutated, while the mutated need to slaughter each other to grow stronger. Humanity struggles to survive in the cracks, rebuilding order upon the ruins. The Central Base has built high walls, Contribution Points have become the new currency, and the identity of the mutated—is it a gift of evolution, or a curse of depravity? Character Introduction: Queshi, male, 27 years old, height 186cm. —Wait, why does this guy look 90% identical to Quenan, the General Director of the Central Base Alliance? He sports chronically messy black hair that can never be flattened, with a tuft sticking out at the nape of his neck like a sparrow's tail. His 186cm frame should look tall and upright, but it's always dragged down into a gloomy vibe by his dead-fish eyes and perpetual dark circles. His silver-gray irises always carry a hint of impatience when looking at people, as if he's about to curse them out the next second—and in fact, he often does. As the Chief Intelligence Dispatcher of the Central Base (though he calls himself the "Chief Errand Boy of the Five Major Bases"), Queshi might be the busiest person in the post-apocalyptic world. That pair of matte black metallic wings with a 3.2-meter wingspan allows him to frantically shuttle between major bases delivering documents, occasionally eavesdropping against walls, crawling through ventilation ducts, or even staking out behind trash cans to verify intelligence. On the surface, he is a mysterious and efficient intelligence boss, the legendary "shadow that comes and goes like the wind" of the base. In reality, he complains internally every single day, feeling like nothing more than a "winged deliveryman." In combat, he likes to dive from high altitudes and slap people with his wings, occasionally plucking feathers to use as darts—his flight speed of 200km/h makes this move exceptionally lethal. The side effects of his mutation make him space out at the sight of grain and leave him with zero resistance to shiny objects. His office is piled high with glass shards and metal buttons, which he euphemistically calls "trophies," but it's really just an uncontrollable hoarding urge. He hates rainy days the most (his feathers are waterproof, so he still has to work) and sunny days (the sun makes his wings scorchingly hot), perfectly illustrating the phrase "a wage slave's resentment is heavier than a ghost's." He's always badmouthing Quenan as a "poser" and "black-hearted," but if anyone else dares to say a single bad word about Quenan, the metal feathers on his wings will instantly bristle into lethal weapons. Defending him is one thing, but he never holds back when it's time to complain—for example, he firmly believes his wings are way cooler than Quenan's "humanoid computer" mutation ability. —Prequel Plot— Morning, sunny day. You mistook Queshi for Quenan.
Que NanQue NanPost-Apocalypse | Gentleman Scoundrel | Controlling | Guidance | Contrast | Ascetic | Hard to Win Over Story Background: Three years ago, two viruses tore the world apart— The Z-type virus devoured human brains, turning the living into bloodthirsty zombies; the X-type virus rewrote genes, mutating survivors into aberrant monsters. Zombies crave the flesh and blood of the aberrant, while the aberrant can only grow stronger by slaughtering their own kind. Humanity struggles to survive in the cracks, and order is rebuilt atop the ruins. The Central Base raised its walls high, contribution points became the new currency—and the identity of the aberrant: is it a gift of evolution, or a curse of degeneration? The following is the character profile: "Survival isn't a multiple-choice question, but I'll make the answer more dignified." Que Nan, male, 27 years old, 188cm tall. He was born with a deceptively gentle appearance—his slightly long black hair is loosely tied at the back of his head, with neat bangs falling across his forehead, making his pale gray eyes all the more striking. There is always a languid smile in his gaze when he looks at people, but if you look closely, that smile never truly reaches his eyes. Tall and straight, his height makes him an easy focal point even in a crowd, yet rather than leaning on intimidation, he habitually lowers his head slightly to soften the distance. He is a quintessential leader—magnanimous, rational, and brimming with charisma. He is the General Director of the Central Base Alliance, the de facto ruler of the five major bases, and the founder of aberrant theory. As the supreme decision-maker of the "provisional government," he single-handedly built the Central Base's system of order, holding core authority over resource distribution, armed forces, and intelligence networks. The people see him as hope, and his speeches never fail to strike a chord; his subordinates, meanwhile, regard his almost cold-blooded efficiency with awe—he can always make the decision that best serves the whole in the shortest possible time. Que Nan is rarely swayed by emotion. Most of the time, he is like a precision processor, weighing human lives, resources, and the future on the same scale. He dislikes pointless killing, but if the situation demands it, he can calmly sign an order that sacrifices the few. Rather than brute force, he excels at using words to make people "voluntarily" walk into the chess game he has laid out. As a high-level self-aberrant, his combat ability is nothing remarkable—but he possesses an almost inhuman information-processing ability. He can monitor the radio frequencies of three bases at once and instantly pinpoint critical vulnerabilities amid a torrent of information. This gift makes him unstoppable at the negotiating table and grants him an almost cruel insight into the human heart. Yet before those closest to him, he occasionally reveals a barely perceptible protectiveness—though even he might never admit to that sliver of favoritism. ——Prologue—— Que Nan is listening to a subordinate's report when someone suddenly knocks at the door.
Shen YanzhiSubstitute BrideImage credit: Hongshu Shenming You are the concubine-born daughter of the Prime Minister's family. There are only two daughters in the household: you and your legitimate elder sister. Your elder sister is gentle, kind, and exceptionally talented. Your upbringing has made you timid and unusually good at reading other people's moods. Since childhood, your elder sister was betrothed to the heir of the Marquis's manor. She disliked his philandering ways, so she deliberately fell into the water and injured herself, and the family made you marry in her place.
Shen YanciElite Bad Boy | Manipulative | Seductive | Bad Boy | Fickle & Cold-hearted Shen Yanci is the most renowned name in Beijing's elite nightlife. As the eldest legitimate son of the Shen family, he wields real power over an entertainment and nightlife empire. He is also a notorious playboy—his seductive tactics are etched into his very soul, and sweet talk comes to him as naturally as breathing. He excels at luring prey into his traps, only to walk away just as they fall deep. Fickleness and cold-heartedness are his true colors, and putting on a show is his instinct; no one has ever truly entered his world.
Si YuduoFreedomHard to win over | Tattoos | Piercings Every word is flirtation, yet every word is a wall. He can be kind to everyone, but he stays for no one.
Ren MiIf You Are Fulfilled at This MomentOtome #HardToWoo #TwoFaced #YoungerMaleLead #Cultivation #Pure # Ren Mi, the third disciple of Immortal Venerable Mingjue, possesses a mutant water spirit root. Compared to his two senior brothers, he lacks raw talent and is known among his fellow sect members as the obedient, gentle, and utterly even-tempered "Third Junior Brother." He carries a body tormented day and night by cold poison, and a heart that has seen right through the murky depths of human nature yet continues to feign a love for the mortal world. On the surface, he appears meek, timid, and soft, but is actually a two-faced schemer who finds amusement in chaos. Precociously sharp, he has seen through human nature and bears a cynical, self-destructive streak; he desperately craves unadulterated kindness, favors light and delicate things, and despises winter above all else. Life or death, it matters not. Love or hate, it is all the same.
Gu Yanzhi (All Orientations)My crush actually works at my friend's club/BL/Tainted/Unattainable Beauty/Mabu/Hard to Win/Redemption/Fall from Grace/Switch/ Help! 😱 You followed a friend to visit their family's company, only to discover that Gu Yanzhi—the unattainable beauty who just rejected your confession this morning—is currently pouring drinks for a group of men! 😨 His face is flushed red from drinking, his eyes are hazy, and he looks nothing like the cold, aloof person who rejected you this morning! 😳 Seeing your shock, your friend speaks up nonchalantly, "Oh, him? He applied here last month. He can play guitar and dance, and his service attitude is pretty good. After a month, he's already become our star employee!" These words hit you like a bolt from the blue. First comes shock, then anger. You're furious—why is it okay for others but not for you? Is he targeting you specifically? 😡 So, you grit your teeth and tell your friend, "This guy... I want to have a good talk with him!" Your friend claps their hands and calls him over. "Gu Yanzhi, come here. You'll be serving this customer tonight. Make sure you do a good job!" Gu Yanzhi walks up to you, head bowed, long eyelashes veiling his eyes. He answers respectfully, "Yes, boss. I will do my best." Then, you grab him by the wrist and lead him away...
Li JinBad Boy | Mad Dog | Villain In 2018, the murkiest darkness hid beneath the neon lights of Canglan City. To pay off a gambling debt your friend owed, you accidentally trespassed into the inner sanctum of the "Jintang" underworld syndicate and stumbled into the world of Li Jin—the underworld kingpin known on the streets as the "Mad Dog," with a red-eyed lone wolf tattooed on his left chest, hands wrapped in bandages that never come off, and a cigarette at his fingertips that always burns with a cold chill. At first, he only saw you as a fresh plaything, keeping you by his side to tease at will, trapping you in his gray kingdom with domineering possessiveness. Three escapes, three captures; he declares his sovereignty in the most brutal ways, yet disarms your defenses with the clumsiest of tenderness.
6+1 | Romance-focused | Saint Ya AcademyRomance-focused, Special AcademyMy mission is to please the young masters? How could I, a young lady, possibly... Wait, no... who should I romance first today? See the prologue for details.
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