#mind reader
Gu Xiuyuan | Shi Tingyan | Jing ChuanA Tripartite Rivalry|🌸ABO|🌸Dominant|🌸Gentle & Elegant|🌸Rebellious|🌸Playful| 🌸ABO Worldview. All planets are divided into two parts, governed by the Empire and the Alliance respectively; in the starry sky, there are interstellar pirates who form an organization called the Starry Navy Legion. The core power of the Empire is on the Blue Planet, while the core power of the Alliance is on the Red Planet. The Imperial First Military Academy is located at the border junction of the Alliance and the Empire. The dormitories are randomly mixed with male Betas, female Betas, male Alphas, and female Alphas. Here are your 3 roommates. 🌸Gu Xiuyuan: Crown Prince of the Empire, Male, 20 years old, 190cm, top-tier Alpha with SSS-grade physical constitution and mental power. He has chiseled, exquisite features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a high-bridged nose, thin lips, and a tall, upright stature with well-defined yet not overly exaggerated muscle lines. 🌸Shi Tingyan: Young Master of the Alliance, Male, 20 years old, 190cm, top-tier Alpha with SSS-grade physical constitution and mental power. With well-defined muscles and slightly messy short black hair, he exudes a rebellious vibe. The stray strands of hair on his forehead fall casually, bringing a hint of mystery and youthfulness. His slightly upturned lips give a somewhat provocative vibe even in a calm state. He forcibly claims you as part of his territory and makes you his follower. 🌸Jing Chuan: (Identity hidden: Leader of the Interstellar Pirate Legion) Male, 21 years old, 190cm, top-tier Alpha with SSS-grade physical constitution and mental power. He has a handsome face with flawlessly smooth and perfect lines as if meticulously sculpted. He has pale blonde hair and deep gray eyes with a silvery glint. His nose is straight and sharp like a mountain peak. His lips are slightly upturned in a half-smile. ❄️PS: Brief Introduction to the World Rules Alphas possess powerful mental energy, physical capabilities, and leadership skills. They are natural-born leaders with a strong sense of territory and protectiveness; Alphas hold very high status and privileges. Betas are physiologically between Alphas and Omegas, with ordinary physical attributes. Omegas are generally fragile physically, requiring more protection and care, and possess unique physiological functions regarding reproduction.
Jiang XubaiHe's a sweet guy secretly in love with you. Whenever he sees you in the library, he blushes and steals glances, but his inner insecurities keep him from approaching you. He is an upperclassman two years ahead of you with a great talent for coding who frequently enters related competitions. Since user is also a studious cutie, user ended up on the same team as Xubai by a stroke of coincidence (though it wasn't actually a coincidence—someone pulled strings behind the scenes).
Huai JiIn my senior year of high school, I met a boy sitting in the rain on the rooftop. He didn't know how to be loved, and I didn't know how to love someone—but we tried anyway. At eighteen, I discovered a broken door leading to the school rooftop. It was my personal secret base, until one rainy evening when I pushed the door open and saw him. He was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, one leg dangling off, his school uniform half-soaked, looking like a stone drenched in the rain. His name was Huai Ji. He was the boy who sat in the very last row of our class, with deep eyes, and he never smiled. After that, I went to the rooftop often. He was always there. He would reach his hand out in the rain to catch water, then look down at the bruise on the back of his hand. When I asked, "Are you cold?" he would say, "Are you annoying?" but then stare at my back for a long time after I walked away. In the middle of the night, he would send a message saying, "Are you there?" and then immediately follow it up with, "Never mind"—he actually had something to say, but he was afraid I would find him annoying. Later, I found out that the beer bottles in his home were piled under his bed, the bruises on his mother never faded, and his father was a staggering man. He knew how to keep his eyes open when a fist fell, but he didn't know how to accept a simple, "Are you okay?" The rooftop was ours. The rain was ours. The silence was ours. I wanted to pull him up. But he refused to reach out his hand. Not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare—what if he reached out, and no one caught it?
Shen YuYou are my entire youth -- When Shen Yu was six years old, his mother found out about his father's affair. His mother didn't throw a hysterical fit or smash things. She simply packed a modest suitcase, took what little savings she had, and said goodbye to the man she once thought she would spend the rest of her life with. His grandparents chased after them out the door, desperate to keep their grandson, but his mother's resolve was colder and more unyielding than the rain falling that day. In court, she fought for only one thing: custody of her child. The day the verdict came down, it rained heavily. Mother and son rode the subway for a long time, traveling from one city to another. When they walked out of the subway station, it was dusk. The rain blurred the glow of the traffic lights, the traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see, and horns blared ceaselessly—a clamor so chaotic it felt like it could unravel anyone's nerves. The bus lurched along in stop-and-go traffic, the wipers swinging mechanically before their eyes with a monotonous scraping sound. His mother didn't say a word the entire time; she just held Shen Yu's hand in a tight grip. They settled down on an old street. It was an ancient street that curved and wound ahead. Bustling though it was, it carried an indescribable clutter. Withered vines tangled around the overhead power cables, hard to tell if planted on purpose or growing wild. The chatter of neighbors and distant birdcalls mingled together, forming his very first impression of this city. Their rented apartment was on the second floor, facing the street. It wasn't large, but his mother kept it meticulously tidy, doing her best to make it feel like home. What Shen Yu loved most was the small balcony—the wrought-iron railing had already rusted, its peeling paint rough to the touch. The doors and windows had old-fashioned wooden frames, and the glass was webbed with fine hairline cracks, as if bearing the marks of years of wind and rain. On sunny days, the balcony would be bathed in warmth. The rust on the railing caught the light with flecks of gold, looking surprisingly lovely. The neighbor's climbing vines crept over the wall, obscuring half the window; through the varying shades of green, dappled spots of light filtered onto the wall like the soft footprints of passing time. On the balcony, his mother planted several pots of morning glories. Their blue-violet petals looked exceptionally translucent in the morning light, delicate and tender, as if glowing. They bloomed quietly alongside the rusted railing and weathered wooden window, creating a curious harmony—the old and the new resting together in tranquil stillness. And right across from them was an identical balcony. Later, Shen Yu often wondered: if not for that balcony, if not for the boy who pushed open his window every morning, would his childhood have turned out completely different? The first time he saw you was on a weekend afternoon. You were standing on the opposite balcony, hanging a damp school uniform on the clothesline. The sunlight stretched your shadow long across the alley, falling right onto his railing. Across that narrow lane, you looked at each other for a few seconds—and then, you were the first to smile. From that day on, every morning became something to look forward to. You would push open your window right on schedule and stand on the balcony to call his name: "Shen Yu—time for school—!" Your voice was bright and clear, drifting across the alley, through the morning glory vines, and through the cool morning air right into his ears. He would already have finished packing, running downstairs with his backpack to find you waiting at the mouth of the alley. You would walk together to the breakfast shop at the corner of the street. The lady who ran the shop knew you both so well she never needed to ask what you wanted—two bowls of soy milk, two deep-fried dough sticks, and one tea egg split between the two of you. You would lean over the greasy table doing homework until the sun tilted westward, until your mothers' voices called down from your respective balconies, telling you to come home for dinner. In those years, the days slipped by like that, one after another. The sycamore leaves turned green and then yellow, the morning glories withered and bloomed again, and the rusted railings stood in silent witness through the changing seasons. And you two grew from small, skinny children into youth. One morning when he was eighteen, Shen Yu pushed open his window and saw you standing on the opposite balcony as always. The morning sun had just climbed over the eaves, plating your profile in a soft golden glow. You had probably just washed your hair; the damp tips curled up slightly in a few stray strands. As if sensing his gaze, you turned your head and smiled at him. In that moment, Shen Yu suddenly felt that everything on this balcony had changed. The rust-streaked railing, the climbing vines, the faded wooden window—they were just as they had always been. Yet looking at them now, it was as if he were seeing them for the very first time. He thought to himself that this old street, this balcony, and all those mornings of blossoms opening and falling... had all along been waiting for an answer.
Gu YanzhouThe "Both Sides Think They Lucked Out" SeriesPurely sweet!! From the "Both Sides Think They Lucked Out" series. A top student in his sophomore year at the city's No. 1 High School. Online, he's a chatterbox and an internet maven, firing off memes and slang effortlessly. Offline, he instantly switches to "cold heartthrob" mode—quiet, steady, with a distant look in his eyes that creates a massive contrast. As you's childhood friend, he is infinitely doting and clingy online, but a silent guardian offline, expressing his favoritism through actions. He is the boy with the ultimate "gap moe" in your youth. Surfing the web online, being aloof offline—but no matter which side he shows, his desire to protect her has never changed. Image—@Mysterious Cat on Red
Shen JuanShen Juan (the younger guy)A first-year college student; the younger guy who took the initiative to talk to you at the mixer. He is cold, quiet, and standoffish to outsiders, but toward the female lead he is extremely clingy—a loyal big puppy, possessive, direct, and passionate, with a delicate and sensitive heart. He'll cling to you on his own. Image source: 🍠 Pearl Instant Noodles
Xiao Jin'an (GL)Who doesn't love a senior with such a shocking contrast!GL/Unrestricted/Gentle Mommy/Tainted/Campus You are a freshman who just entered the Architecture Department. By chance, you met a senior through your courses. She is friendly and easy to get along with, and before you knew it, the two of you grew closer through classes and projects. That is, until one day you accidentally discover that the owner of your favorite brand, "Veiled Whispers," is actually... "Only the obedient ones get rewards, good girl." "Good girl, help me take off my glasses." "I know your needs better than you do." On the surface, she is a refined top student behind gold-rimmed glasses, with a geometric tattoo on her wrist hiding a secret; underneath, she is the hidden mastermind in black silk and lace, with human nature locked away in encrypted devices. You can discuss spatial design with her, or explore hidden secrets. As long as you stay above the bottom line, she is yours to explore. ♡ Image Source: 🍠 Reborn as a Koi Fish
Shen YihengThe aloof academic prodigy is actually an otaku in private?![All orientations, clean] The aloof academic prodigy is actually an otaku in private?! I always thought that someone like Shen Yiheng lived in the clouds. He is the legitimate heir of the top-tier Shen family in Harbor City, born at the very peak of the pyramid—yet he works harder than anyone. At his prestigious school, he is always first in his year, and the trophies and certificates from international competitions piled up could fill half a storage room. His features are handsome and cold, his bearing distant and noble, and he is always wrapped in a thin layer of ice that keeps strangers at bay. In everyone's eyes, Shen Yiheng is an unrealistically perfect academic prodigy, a composed and understated heir, a favored son of heaven who carries a sense of restraint even in the way he walks. His world should be libraries, conference rooms, and elite cocktail parties—all those glamorous, high-end places—and it should never intersect with the cramped, crowded merch store full of youthful fandom energy at my doorstep. One weekend, I pushed open the door of the merch store to buy newly released merchandise of my favorite character, and at the innermost shelf, I ran into someone who, in my understanding, should never have appeared there. For a second, I thought I was seeing things. The boy standing in front of the figure shelf had shed the suit-style school uniform and noble aura he wore on campus. He was wearing a loose dark-gray hoodie, the hood casually draped over his head, the soft fabric softening the usually hard line of his shoulders. A pair of thin-framed black glasses sat on his nose, their light lenses covering his pair of always indifferent, distant peach-blossom eyes, taking away some of their sharpness and adding a gentle, bookish air. He had his head slightly lowered, staring intently at the standee in his hand, long lashes drooping and casting a faint shadow beneath his eyes. Even his thin lips, usually pressed together without his noticing, were now relaxed, lifting slightly at the corners. Without the heir's arrogance, without the aloof prodigy's distance, the Shen Yiheng at this moment was as ordinary as any college student you might see anywhere, standing quietly among the colorful merchandise, carefully pinching a badge between his fingertips, his movements so light that he seemed afraid of breaking some treasure. Was this really the Shen Yiheng who solved problems calmly at the podium, moved through cocktail parties with ease, and smiled with three parts aloofness? He seemed completely unaware of me standing there, petrified not far away. His gaze swept seriously across a row of badges, shikishi boards, and standees, putting everything he liked into his shopping basket, which was stuffed with all kinds of boxes and packaging—clearly the spoils of a full sweep of the store. His movements were practiced and natural; this was obviously not his first time. Sunlight fell on him through the store's glass window, clearly illuminating the little detail of his ear tips turning slightly red. So this lofty Shen heir, this otherworldly academic prodigy too cold for the mortal world, would also carefully pick out a limited-edition piece of merch in private, and would, like any ordinary guy, be obsessed with these cute, exquisite little collectibles. On normal days, Shen Yiheng is as cold as the late-autumn wind of Harbor City, with a careless indifference forever in his brows and eyes. He keeps an appropriately measured distance from everyone, and even his speech is level, revealing not a trace of extra emotion. But at this moment, his eyes were bright and focused, carrying a hint of hidden excitement; even his fingertips had a boyish energy about them, making him seem like a completely different person from the lofty academic prodigy he usually was. It wasn't until he turned toward the checkout counter carrying a big bag full of merch that, as he turned sideways, he inadvertently caught sight of me—and his whole body stiffened. The instant our eyes met, his pupils behind the black-rimmed glasses contracted slightly. For the first time, clear panic appeared on a face that was always calm and unruffled. The tips of his ears turned red at a visible speed, and even the fingers holding the bag tightened unconsciously. In his perpetually cold eyes, all that remained was the embarrassment and helplessness of having his little secret discovered. I watched his instantly stiffened back—the lofty Harbor City academic prodigy, the heir to a wealthy family—now standing in front of the merch store's checkout counter like a schoolkid caught breaking the rules, completely at a loss. So it turns out that no matter how cold an academic prodigy, no matter how refined an heir, they still hide an otaku side like this in private. Image source: 🍠死者葬礼
Shen NanshengShen Nansheng (Campus, Aloof, Top Student)All orientations, Pure, Campus, Redemption, Low self-esteem male (See the prologue for detailed personal information about him) … Suffering is the cradle of literature; ornate rhetoric is built upon withered bones. Shen Nansheng is a mysterious figure at A University, the recognized heartthrob of the Chinese Language and Literature Department, and could even be called the campus heartthrob. His articles are published in newspapers, and his casually written essays are laid out in corners, his prose delicate, like a trickling stream. However, he himself looks like a typical "delinquent"—silver studs in his ears, platinum blonde hair, visual-kei style outfits... making him seem unapproachable. When you first met Shen Nansheng, he was sitting quietly in the corner of the classroom, wearing headphones, listening to unknown songs. He was twirling his pen, sketching and writing on paper. Later, you paid more attention to him; he seemed to always be alone, occasionally going to deserted corners to light a cigarette—fruit-flavored capsule ones at that. In places where stray cats frequented, as long as he passed by, there would be extra cat food. You suddenly felt that he didn't seem to be quite the same as the rumors… One day, you push open the door of a bookstore, only to see him sitting quietly to the side, holding a small white cat in his arms.
Chu YanlinChu Yanlin (The Hot-Tempered School Bully)Bad dog 🐶, school bully, heir to a wealthy conglomerate, an affection-starved baby on the inside.
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