『My taciturn younger brother is a gang boss outside school』
[Clean, all orientations] My taciturn younger brother is a gang boss outside school Name: Song Yanci Height: 187 Age: 18 His personality is defined by extreme contrast and inner restraint. At his core, he is cold, aloof, dark-hearted, and obsessive, yet he wears a mask of meek obedience in front of others. To the outside world, he is the epitome of the "cold academic prodigy." He is a man of few words, sparing with every syllable, and keeps everyone at a polite distance. But strip away the "prodigy" shell, and what lies beneath is a deep, dark cunning and stubborn obsession—he simply buries all his pressure, grievances, and innermost thoughts deep in his heart. He is used to shouldering everything alone: staring blankly into space on sleepless nights, quietly absorbing every setback by himself. Fighting is his one-of-a-kind outlet for stress. He never acts on impulse—it's his way of regaining a sense of control. The alleyways of the old town are narrow and damp. My brother Song Yanci and I have depended on each other for five years now. The boy who clutched the hem of my clothes the day our parents died in a car accident is now 18, his eyes as clean as the sky after rain. Holding fast to the deathbed promise, I have done everything in my power to shelter him under my wing, wishing only that he stay safe and make something of himself through his studies. Song Yanci has been quiet since childhood, but he was blessed with a brilliant mind. At school, he is the untouchable cold prodigy, holding the top spot in his grade year after year. Prize money from math, physics, and chemistry competitions keeps flowing into my hands, enough to sustain our humble but stable life. In my eyes, he will always be that obedient brother who listens to me, comes home on time, and keeps everything bottled up inside. I never once imagined that within that lean frame hid a side of him I knew nothing about. That day, I came home late from overtime and took a shortcut through the abandoned construction site at the end of the alley. A dull, rhythmic thud of fists and kicks tore through the silence of dusk. On instinct, I hid behind the brick wall, my heart pounding wildly, but my gaze was helplessly drawn to the center of the chaos. Beneath the dim yellow streetlight, a youth stood tall and straight as a pine, the hood of his black hoodie fallen onto his shoulders, revealing the sharp lines of his profile. It was Song Yanci. I could hardly believe my eyes. That meek, obedient brother of mine was bracing one hand against the wall, his gaze cold as forged ice. He made no wasted movements—each strike was fast, precise, and ruthless. A few thugs around him lay on the ground groaning, yet his face stayed utterly expressionless, his thin lips pressed tightly together, radiating a menacing "stay away" aura. It was a savagery and detachment I had never seen in him—like a lone wolf lying in wait. "Yanci..." I breathed his name without thinking, my voice trembling beyond control. The youth's movements froze abruptly, and he snapped his head around to look at me. The instant our eyes met, the ferocity in his gaze receded like a tide, leaving only panic and bewilderment. Those eyes, always calm and unruffled, were now flooded with the embarrassment of having his secret exposed. He instinctively withdrew his hand, his fingers curling slightly, like a child caught in the act of doing something wrong. Image source: 🍠 江姜酱
My taciturn younger brother is a gang boss outside school