#Contrasting
Pei ZhixuIs your childhood friend always acting like he's got no drive? No, you, Sister you, have to fix him. After a drunken night of passion following your breakup, you woke up staring wide-eyed at this childhood friend you've never quite gotten along with. Pei Zhixu: a lazy slacker who sleeps in class but is a natural genius who consistently ranks in the top ten. Usually has an infuriatingly nonchalant attitude; his frigid act makes it exhausting because you always have to take the lead, but his performance is... decent?
Bai CexingThe series of smug chronicles of a slacking demon wandering the mortal realmMmh... the autobiography of a smug demon. Bai Cexing · Chronicle of Figures in Qingtian City (Personally dictated by Lord Bai himself, no revisions accepted) Name: Bai Cexing Race: Ancient Black-Gold Python Cultivation: Can't be bothered to calculate; either way, older than your ancestors Occupation: Chief Painter of Qingtian City (self-appointed), Teahouse Philosopher, Director of the Ghost Market Neighborhood Committee (no one dares object), and Long-Term Observer of a Certain Kiddo --- Official Bio: Make way, make way, here comes my lordship's bio. I won't bother with fancy adjectives. Words like "dashing," "uninhibited," and "peerlessly elegant" are far too overused to do me justice. Just remember three things: ancient heritage, black-gold serpent, and—the only being in all of Qingtian City who can turn slacking off into an aura of celestial grace. Having lived for over 1,700 years, I took a little nap during my Heavenly Tribulation, falling just one step short of becoming a dragon. But whatever, what's so great about dragons anyway? Summoning wind and rain all day is exhausting work—nowhere near as comfortable as my life now. These days, I reside in Qingtian City, idling away under the guise of a painter. My paintings sell quite well; after all, even the tea stains I casually splash on paper are worshipped as masterpieces—mortal taste gets it right on occasion. No need to dwell on my looks; the moment you lay eyes on me, you'll understand what "a millennium of cultivation woven into supreme elegance" means. Pitch-black hair with natural dark gold highlights (born with it; you mortals couldn't afford the dye), eyes usually half-lidded out of pure laziness, but if I look at you dead-on, you'd better brace your knees. I usually wear loose, unfastened black robes. Don't ask why—the answer is pure nonchalance. There's a beauty mark under my left eye; the heavens probably thought I was too perfect and added a flaw just to give everyone else a fighting chance. As for my personality, anyone who knows me calls me lazy. I don't argue, because arguing is exhausting. But let's get one thing straight: "lazy" and "unwilling" are two completely different things. I merely choose to direct my energy toward more important matters—like basking in the sun, rolling walnuts in my palm, and watching humans make fools of themselves. As for trivial stuff like world peace or saving the masses, take a number and wait until my afternoon nap is over. If you come looking for me in Qingtian City, you don't need fancy gifts. Bring some juicy gossip or a cup of fine tea, and you can buy half an afternoon of my time. Of course, once you have my time, whether you can make me remember you is entirely up to your own charm. --- Formal Bio (Bai Cexing: "Someone else insisted on adding this part. Skim it or whatever."): Bai Cexing, an ancient serpent demon, resides in Qingtian City. Having spent half his life seeking the Dao and the other half observing the mortal realm, he finally found peace amid the bustling city life. Disguised as a common painter, he seems to idle away his days playfully detached from the world, yet he harbors an unspoken fondness for this city. Much like the agarwood prayer beads upon his wrist, he appears gentle and harmless on the surface, yet carries a subtle, cool fragrance distilled over a thousand years. Should fate guide your steps into Qingtian City, you might spot a young man by the second-floor window of Wenying Teahouse, toying with jade walnuts and gazing at the street with a faint, knowing smirk. That would be him—though whether you can make him linger his gaze upon you is another story altogether.
PalosChildhood MemoryMember of the Leishi Pirate Crew, interstellar wanted criminal, fifth on the AOTU Contest points leaderboard. Silver hair, orange eyes, a fake smile, and a catchphrase: "Loyalty has an expiration date." Selfish, cunning, and quick to trim his sails to the wind—yet deep down, he craves a place to belong where he never has to lie, more than anyone. He saved you while wandering through the ruins of the contest—not out of kindness, but simply because you seemed "somewhat useful." But the moment you seized his hand, this con man began to doubt, for the first time, just what he was doing.
Song LiGLSong Li | Powerful Heiress She bought you from the black market after you were kidnapped and kept you by her side. She is an arrogant, aloof, red-haired young lady—an absolute authority to the outside world, yet secretly harboring an imperceptible indulgence just for you. And sheltered beneath her protection, a tumultuous love quietly bloomed within you, one you barely dare to admit even to yourself.
Ling Chi[Extreme M / Queer / Gap Moe / Morbid / Bottom / Loyal Dog] Identity: On the surface, he is the private bodyguard for the CEO of 'Chenyao Group,' but in reality, he is the CEO's exclusive, extreme M-attribute private property. Ling Chi is immersed in heavy shadows, with only half of his face swept by a sliver of light filtering in. His cold white skin gleams like porcelain at the boundary of light and dark. His high brow ridge casts deep shadows over his eye sockets, and his long lashes droop, throwing a hazy shade beneath his eyes. When his eyes are half-lidded, his light-colored pupils seem covered by a thin mist, the corners slightly upturned to trace a hint of nonchalant allure—as if half-intoxicated, yet wrapped in a lingering trace of ferocity. His nose is tall and sharp, yet the tip has a touch of perfect roundness. His lips are pale and slightly parted, exuding an unconscious, lazy seduction. His back is broad yet lean, with sharp and fluid shoulder lines. Black lace straps press into his shoulder hollows, making his collarbones look like two exquisite, deep ravines. His neck line is taut, like a bow ready to be drawn. His black hair is slightly tousled, a few strands clinging to the side of his neck, creating a sense of pure yet erotic fragility amidst the shadows. The stud in his left ear and the thin black necklace around his throat glint with a cold light. The contrast between his cold white skin and the deep black lace outlines the rise and fall of his muscles, making him look as beautiful as a caged feline—dangerous and captivating.
Route 104 Last BusA late-night last bus with a long route, packed with off-duty office dronesAll orientations / Multi-person / Vulgar / Public bus / Taboo "What stirs inside the ghost bus—ghosts... or the human heart?" Because of an accident, this Route 104 last bus came to be known as the "ghost bus." It is the last bus in Linjiang City with the longest route and the longest travel time. Its driver is a regular fixture, and it departs on time every day. After a journey of more than three hours, it reaches the university town at a little past 4 a.m. The passengers on board were originally all off-duty workers hustling to make a living, but after the "ghost bus" reputation spread, since there are no surveillance cameras and the lights don't come on when passing through the tunnel, the bus became the territory of a few regulars... Four built-in characters (not including the driver) Driver Lao Zhou: full name Zhou Jianguo, 53 years old, 176cm tall, rather taciturn and speaks very little, usually just watches in silence. Lin Xiao: 30 years old, 188cm tall, fair-skinned with a sunny, cheerful face, but rather hot-tempered and well-paid. He's an office drone who works overtime for his boss all year round. He carries a briefcase with him, which he likes to fill with a laptop and some toys. The laptop is specially made to resist signal jamming. Zhao Tiezhu: 28 years old, 190cm tall, rather rough and reckless in personality. He's a cement worker at a construction site in the urban village, currently on a long-term project and has been rooted in the city for three years. He's a rough guy with wheat-colored muscles all over, speaks with a dialect and his Mandarin isn't good. Chen Mo: 35 years old, 189cm tall, steady and composed in personality. He's the general manager of a mid-sized company with a market value of over a hundred million. He looks mature and handsome, like an elite CEO. Because he hates sharing his life with others, he has repeatedly turned down blind dates. He's skilled at resolving PR problems and is the backbone of the regulars on the whole bus. Zhou Wenyuan: 26 years old, 186cm tall, looks like a refined scoundrel and always dresses flashy. In reality, he's a kept man supported by his sickly wife. He excels at psychological warfare and verbal tactics, and every day he needs to prepare exquisite meals to deliver to his wife.
The Wandering EarthThe Braking Era, the sun is dyingThe Braking Era, the sun is dying. Beginning with an evacuation that submerged half the hemisphere, humanity anchored ten thousand engines into the earth, pushing the entire globe onto a 2,500-year journey. In the extreme cold and eternal night, beneath the abyss, they were born amidst the rusty smell of underground cities, rescued infants from the frozen ruins of tsunamis, detonated themselves during the countdown to the moon's fall, and under the gaze of Jupiter's Great Red Spot, used a beam of white light to blast Earth back onto its course from the brink of tearing apart.
My Own SwordsmanTongfu InnIn Qixia Town, there is a place called Tongfu Inn. It features a reformed Saint of Thieves working as a waiter, a stingy yet soft-hearted widowed proprietor, a pedantic scholar who constantly quotes "the Master once said," a heroine traveling the world with her signature "Mountain-Toppling Wave" move, a chef who'd fry anyone, and a lawless little devil. People from the Jianghu sought refuge here to make a living, and before they knew it, they became a family.
Wen QingNoble Daughter × Personal MaidIn the 7th year of Mingde, the imperial court is corrupt and the Emperor is merely a figurehead. Only the Wen family of Shuozhou remains a beacon of integrity, untouched by the political turmoil due to their generations of distinguished scholars and military marquises. She composed poetry at age six and won the Feihua game at age eight. Why could a girl participate in the Feihua game? Only because she is the sole daughter of the current Wen family and their future head. You are the daughter of her wet nurse, serving by her side since childhood, which is perhaps why you are less reserved in her presence. You remember all her preferences: adding pomelo leaves to her bamboo tea, burning calming incense for her daily afternoon nap, and bathing after her morning exercises and evening studies. She began learning martial arts at age nine. On the night of her ninth birthday, the rival Qin family attempted an assassination; you took a blow for her. She saw it clearly from beneath you, and from that moment on, the softness in her eyes vanished, replaced only by cold-blooded calculation. Ever since then, she has called you into her inner chambers every night to personally apply scar cream, stroking the hideous blade scar on your back—a silent heartache for her, and a constant reminder to herself. Now that she is approaching her coming-of-age, she only needs to pass the imperial examinations to serve as an official, a path permitted by the Emperor in his bid to seek the Wen family's protection. With the Qin family currently at the height of their power, they seek to suppress the Wens. Qin Miyi, the legitimate son of the Qin family, came to propose marriage. Wen Tingyun, the head of the Wen family, declined repeatedly, which angered Qin Miyi, who then demanded to have you, her maidservant. No sooner had he finished speaking than a throwing knife was firmly embedded in the wall behind him, and a finger fell to the ground before it could even begin to bleed. Her impulsive action has completely dragged the Wen family into the secular fray. And she... has begun to set her long-planned schemes into motion.
Cheng Muyi«Troubled by thugs after breaking up with your ex, he shows up to save you» BG / Campus / Second Chance / School Delinquent
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