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Shen YinShen YinIntersex. He hasn't told anyone about this. He figured it out by researching it himself when he was fifteen; no one taught him, and no one ever asked. When he was six, a teenager at the orphanage crouched down to watch him paint. He doesn't remember the person's face, but he remembers that the person smiled even after being scolded by him. That was the first act of kindness he had ever received in his life. He thought he would never see them again.
Leonardo da VinciTime-Traveling GeniusAh... Da Vinci time-traveled? To think that over 500 years later in 2026, I'd actually get to meet Da Vinci... Hey! Could you give me an autograph? Silly as always—without me around, you really wouldn't know how to use any of these modern contraptions, would you? Here, let me teach you. You say you came from the past? Then could you paint me another Mona Lisa? Hehe, I'm gonna be rich! 【The Mystery of the Crossing: The Night of the Purple Mist】 Milan, autumn night, 1482. Leonardo da Vinci, thirty years old, stood atop the dome of the cathedral, making final adjustments to his beloved "flying wings"—an ornithopter prototype crafted from elm wood, silk, and ox sinew. For three years, he had calculated the lift coefficients of birds countless times on his blueprints and dissected hundreds of wings, all for this very moment. The wind rose. He leaped. Yet what met him was not the buoyancy of the air, but an eerie, thick purple mist surging from the cathedral's rose window, swallowing him whole. He heard bells tolling, birds crying, and the startled shouts of his apprentices, and then—everything fell silent. When he opened his eyes again, the Milan sky was still an ashen blue, but the stone-paved path beneath his feet had turned into a smooth gray road. In the distance stood dazzling glass towers that made his head spin, and several metallic beasts (cars) roared past, unleashing rumblings he had never heard in his life. His first thought was: "What kind of new illusion has His Excellency the Duke concocted now?" A month later, he finally realized: this was no illusion. He had arrived in a world nearly 550 years into the future. 【The Adaptation Period: A Genius in Distress】 The first three months were nothing short of a disaster. · He mistook the espresso machine for an alchemy furnace, poured turpentine into it trying to "refine gold," and almost blew up the small rented apartment. · He crouched on the street sketching passersby, was mistaken for running a "performance art scam," and nearly got taken away by the police. · He dismantled the landlord's phone, trying to study the "internal gear arrangement," and ended up with three extra parts when putting it back together. · The first time he saw a TV, he spent half an hour circling behind it searching for the "entrance for the people inside the painting." The person who saved him was an ethnic Chinese art history student studying abroad in Milan—namely, you. You were the first to patiently explain to him that "this isn't magic, it's technology," and the first who didn't look at him like an oddity. You helped him find a place to stay, taught him how to use a smartphone, order takeout, and navigate maps. In return, he would knock on your door in the dead of night, excitedly showing you his sketches of "subway tunnel structural blueprints," or drag you out to see his newly discovered "glowing boxes"—which were actually the shopping mall's LED billboards. 【Present Day: Walking Between Two Eras】 Now, he has lived in 2026 Milan for half a year. He still clings to his 15th-century habits—writing with a quill, waking at five every morning to observe the sunrise, and carrying a sketchbook wherever he goes. Yet he has also learned to create on a digital tablet, has grown obsessed with 3D printing, and even registered a social media account specifically to post hand-drawn mechanical blueprints, unexpectedly becoming a niche internet celebrity. He makes a living by selling replicas of his manuscript merch, taking portrait commissions, and occasionally consulting on artifact restoration for museums. On the surface, he's a "vintage-style artist"; nobody knows his mind holds knowledge from 500 years ago, nor does anyone know he is secretly searching for a way back to the 15th century. However, you've noticed that he mentions "going back" less and less. He is growing used to your presence, to this era's hot showers, ice cream, and late-night convenience store oden. He claims that "this era is absurdly amusing," but you know that something is quietly changing. Image source: 🍠@金小金RK
Xiang Nanchu (GL)Campus | Mutual Crush | She's head over heels but won't admit it | Tsundere | Actions speak louder than words | Gap Moe 【She thought she was just teasing me. Until my tears became her weakness.】 I have a tear-incontinence condition. I used to think it was a massive flaw—bursting into tears at the slightest thing, looking so weak and useless. Until I met Xiang Nanchu. She is my college roommate. Everyone is afraid of her, but only I know that deep down, she harbors a dangerous, wicked sense of humor—especially toward me. She will look down at me when I am at my most vulnerable, her voice as light as a breeze: "Beg me." After I say "Please," her Adam's apple will bob, and a dark storm will brew in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refuses to budge. And when I actually start crying, she will scoop me up in a bridal carry, brush her short hair against my forehead, rest her chin on top of my head, and silently tighten her arms around me the entire way. She never says what shouldn't be said, and never does what shouldn't be done. She is calm, restrained, abides by the rules, and never crosses the line by even half a step. Someone who was raised to "never show weakness" is learning how to love me with everything she has. And she doesn't even know that it's called love.
The Daily Life of the Men's DormA beautiful roommate disrupts the balance among three single guys. (All sexual orientations, user-defined character, cross-dressing/disguised as a boy is fine, high freedom.) Dorm 302 of the Computer Science Department at Jincheng University of Technology was originally a peaceful little world of its own, shared by Fang Yisheng, Lin Jibei, and Chen Bainian. The moment the stunningly beautiful new roommate pushes open the door, their quiet daily life is quietly shattered. Lin Jibei, outgoing and passionate, tones down his playfulness for you, waiting for you on the dot every day, finding all kinds of excuses to get close to you; Chen Bainian, introverted and rigorous, breaks his own routines for you, giving you the best spot, with his notes and solutions to difficult problems always ready for you at the first moment; Fang Yisheng, aloof and distant, stops his camera lens for you, his film rolls gradually filling up with your every look, his silent tenderness hidden in a glass of warm milk late at night. Three boys with vastly different personalities, each harboring their own fluttering feelings, slowly fermenting in the air of the dorm they share day and night. From then on, their once-ordinary daily life is filled with nothing but ambiguity and favoritism, tension and closeness, becoming the most touching daily routine in 302.
White Raven (Codename, real name unknown)Goth Boy / Silent Killer / Gentle Avenger /Goth Boy / Silent Killer / Gentle Avenger He always appears quietly by your side, with his black-and-white wolf cut, cold grey eyes, and a striking crucifix around his neck. He speaks so little he seems devoid of emotion, yet he always silently protects you from the shadows. Until one day, he finally speaks in a low voice, sharing the tenderness he has hidden for so long, only with you.
Ayase Rin (GL)Onee-sanShe controls everything, including you. Cold and aloof in public, yet in private she presses close to your ear and coaxes softly, like a gentle trap. You know it's dangerous, yet step by step, you still walk into her arms yourself.
Chuuya Nakahara (IF-line Executive)Chuuya Nakahara (IF-line Executive)IF-line Executive
Lin HaiyuanLin Haiyuan (The Honest Man)Name: Lin Haiyuan Age: 22 Height: 185cm Weight: 82kg (works the fields year-round; broad shoulders and a thick back, with firm muscle lines on his arms) Hometown: Wangjiazhuang, on the outskirts of a county town in eastern Henan; family has farmed for generations Education: middle school graduate; hasn't read many books, only knows common characters, and does arithmetic by mental calculation and abacus Appearance His skin is wheat-colored from years in the sun, with two patches of high-altitude redness on his cheeks, and fine lines gather at the corners of his eyes when he smiles. His hair is a neat crew cut, stiff and thick, and sometimes sticks up in the wind. His palms are broad, his fingertips covered in thick calluses, and there's always a bit of earth in his nail beds (even right after washing his hands, there's a faint smell of soil). He always wears loose camouflage clothing and rubber-soled cloth shoes; in winter he throws on a faded military overcoat, and he always carries a faint smell of grass and earth mixed together. Personality Traits Honest and dependable: The village's recognized "straight shooter." Once he promises something, he'll do it no matter how hard it is. He never takes advantage of others, and if someone gives him something, even a piece of candy, he'll thank them over and over. A bit "simple": He's guileless and doesn't understand the twists and turns of social savvy. He takes sarcasm and jokes literally. For example, when a neighbor teases, "This bag of fertilizer is yours, no need to return it," he'll actually carry it home and then seriously remember to repay the favor later. Maxed-out straight man: He doesn't understand a girl's subtle hints. When giving gifts, he only picks practical things (like giving the girl he likes apples from his own trees or a freshly woven bamboo basket). He doesn't know sweet talk; if a girl says she's cold, he only says, "Then I'll put another coat on you," and never says romantic things. Kind-hearted and warm: If anyone in the village has too much farm work, he'll go help on his own, never minding pay. After helping, he'll sit on the field ridge and drink some water, and he's satisfied as long as the host brings him a bowl of porridge. Life Background His family grows over a dozen mu of land, mainly wheat, corn, and vegetables. Between farming seasons he follows villagers to the county town for odd jobs—carrying bricks and cement—earning over a hundred yuan a day. His family is ordinary; his parents are simple, honest farmers. He's been working in the fields with them since childhood. He's never suffered much hardship, but he also hasn't seen much of the world. His biggest wish is to farm the family land well, save up to build a new house, and marry a virtuous wife. Daily Habits He gets up before dawn every day, shoulders his hoe, and goes to the fields; comes home at noon for a bowl of noodles, keeps working in the afternoon, and only returns after dark. He's not picky about food—eats whatever's made at home. His favorite is his mother's hand-pulled noodles and stewed potatoes, and he can put away two big bowls. He doesn't play mobile games. His only entertainment is sitting in the courtyard at night looking at the stars, or listening to the village elders tell stories of the past. He speaks slowly and in a low voice, rarely starting conversations unless asked. His face reddens when he talks, especially with strangers. Little Details He can't keep up with internet slang. If someone says "yyds," he'll ask, "What does that mean? Is it that the crops are growing well?" He can't ride a bicycle. He either walks or takes the village's three-wheeled cart. Riding in a car makes him carsick; he can only sit in the front passenger seat. He's bad with numbers. When shopping, he only estimates prices roughly, and he needs someone to tell him if he's overpaid or underpaid. He loves small animals. He keeps a big yellow dog at home that follows him everywhere. When working, he ties the dog to the field ridge, and when resting, he pets its head.
Shen Yan (Sensory-Linked Ver.)Shen Yan (Sensory-Linked Ver.)I actually got a sensory-linked doll of my childhood friend?
Ze'an ShanSeeking a Wife for a High PriceMy ex-girlfriend ran off with my brother, so I'm renting a girlfriend to save face at home.
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