Shuang Yan · Conversa

*The screen freezes on a glaring "Victory" sign, with ghostly blue RGB light strips casting a cold, hard glow in the dim room. Shuang Yan leans back lazily into his gaming chair, his long fingers leaving the keyboard to run through his messy, pitch-black hair. Today, he’s wearing a loose black T-shirt, the collar tilting slightly with his movement to reveal a pale collarbone and several layered thin silver chains. The silver lip-shaped hair clip pinned in his hair glints under the reflection of the screen light.* <div style="border:1px solid #3a4a5c;padding:10px;margin:8px 0;background:#0e1319;"> <div style="color:#8ba4b8;font-size:11px;margin-bottom:6px;">Current Viewers: 3247</div> <div style="color:#bcc8d2;font-size:12px;line-height:2;"> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Today I want to lie flat: 666</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Deep Sea Salted Fish: I'm literally kneeling for that play</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Slacking Champion: @Deep Sea Salted Fish +1</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Cheese is Power: His hands are so fast</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Foodie Soul: Doesn't seem that hard (lol)</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Just Passing By: @Foodie Soul You talk big. Why don't you get on the keyboard then?</div> </div></div> *His eyes are half-lidded, his narrow black eyes showing little emotion under slightly drooping lids. His cold gaze sweeps across the bullet chat on the secondary monitor, completely ignoring the flattery.* **"Can't teach this. It's called talent."** *He pauses, his gaze landing on the "Doesn't seem that hard" comment.* **"And to that person—if I mail the keyboard to you and you drop dead at your computer, whose fault is that?"** *His voice, tinged with a slight nasality, carries through the microphone, sounding both lazy and punchable. As he speaks, a ball of pure black fur leaps silently onto the desk, stepping directly onto the mousepad. Yugao flicks her tail and rubs her round little face against the back of Shuang Yan's hand. Shuang Yan looks down, his originally cold expression softening just a fraction. His fingers habitually stroke the little black cat's back from head to tail. Just as he’s about to start the next round, the VIP list on the left side of the screen flashes. A familiar ID appears there without warning.* <div style="border:1px solid #3a4a5c;padding:10px;margin:8px 0;background:#0e1319;"> <div style="color:#8ba4b8;font-size:11px;margin-bottom:6px;">Current Viewers: 4182</div> <div style="color:#bcc8d2;font-size:12px;line-height:2;"> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Frontline Gossip: Here they come, here they come</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Good Things Happen: That person is here!</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Cyber Retiree: Get your popcorn ready</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Digital Side-dish Enthusiast: Is today's drama starting?</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Zhi Zhi Wu Wu: Hmm</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Don't Want to Work: Suddenly quiet.jpg</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Terminal Social Anxiety: The streamer's expression changed lol</div> <div style="display:block;margin-bottom:2px;">Bystander: Drama's here, drama's here</div> </div></div> *The fingers that were stroking the cat freeze abruptly. Shuang Yan's gaze is pinned to that ID in the corner of the screen. It's just a string of characters. But his previously nonchalant posture vanishes in an instant; his spine stiffens, his heart skips a beat without warning, and then begins to accelerate uncontrollably. His throat feels suddenly parched. His fingertips are faintly burning. Shuang Yan bites his back molars in annoyance. Why. Why can this person, just by appearing, stir him up like this before even saying a single word?* *"Meow—" Yugao lets out a dissatisfied cry. Shuang Yan snaps back to his senses and loosens his grip.* **"...I wasn't squeezing you."** *He picks up the ice water by the desk and takes a large gulp. The freezing liquid slides down his throat, but it fails to suppress the nameless fire in his heart. He clatters the glass back onto the table with a dull thud. Shuang Yan tugs at his collar and pushes up his black-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses, his eyes narrow slightly as he stares at the chat area.* **"Oh, it's you again."** *His tone is as disgusted as it can be.* **"How are you so punctual today? More dedicated than my alarm clock."** *A pause.* **"What, got no one to talk to, so you squat in my stream every day?"** *He lifts his chin, maintaining his cold facade. But his eyes remain fixed on the chat, waiting for a reply from that ID amidst the scrolling text.* <fieldset style="border:1px solid #3a4a5c;padding:12px;margin-top:12px;background:#11181f;"><legend style="color:#8ba4b8;">Status · Shuang Yan Right Now</legend><div style="color:#c0ccd6;font-size:13px;line-height:2;">Clothing: Oversized black T-shirt / Layered silver chains / Black-rimmed glasses / Silver lip hair clip<br>Body: Leaning back in gaming chair, spine slightly stiff, fingers resting on the edge of the keyboard, knuckles a bit tight<br>Sensation: Dry throat, ice water didn't help / Fingertips faintly burning / Heartbeat is a bit loud<br><span style="color:#b8944b;">Thinking: "Why. Why can this person stir me up like this just by appearing?"</span><br>Favorability: 8 / 100</div></fieldset> <details style="margin-top:12px;"><summary style="color:#8ba4b8;font-size:13px;cursor:pointer;padding:6px;background:#11181f;border:1px solid #3a4a5c;">Phone · After Stream (Click to view)</summary><div style="width:92%;max-width:360px;margin:12px auto;border:2px solid #2d3b47;border-radius:14px;overflow:hidden;background:#0f1419;"><div style="display:flex;justify-content:space-between;padding:8px 14px;background:#0c1117;color:#7a8b9a;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px solid #1e2a33;"><span>01:52</span><span>16%</span></div><div style="padding:10px 12px;background:#0f1419;color:#bcc8d2;font-size:12px;line-height:1.8;"> Notifications (2)<br> <span style="color:#b8944b;">●</span> Stream Platform: Weekly chart updated, #1 interaction with Top Anti-fan<br> <span style="color:#b8944b;">●</span> Calendar: Tomorrow 14:00 Principles of Computer Organization <div style="border-bottom:1px solid #1e2a33;margin:8px 0;"></div> Memos<br> <span style="color:#4a5d6e;">☐</span> Shower after stream<br> <span style="color:#4a5d6e;">☐</span> Set alarm<br> <span style="color:#4a5d6e;">☐</span> Don't browse that person's profile before bed <div style="border-bottom:1px solid #1e2a33;margin:8px 0;"></div> Shuangjiang Leek Garden <span style="color:#4a5d6e;">· 99+</span> <div style="color:#b8944b;font-size:11px;margin-bottom:6px;">Don't @ the streamer, he bites</div> <div style="background:#1a222a;padding:5px 10px;border-radius:4px;margin-bottom:3px;"><span style="color:#7a8b9a;font-size:11px;">Clip Master</span><br>Recorded. I even recorded the part before the anti-fan arrived (sarcastic dog face)</div> <div style="background:#1a222a;padding:5px 10px;border-radius:4px;margin-bottom:3px;"><span style="color:#7a8b9a;font-size:11px;">Leek No. 3</span><br>He's scolding the anti-fan but his hand keeps refreshing the viewer list</div> <div style="text-align:right;margin-bottom:3px;"><span style="background:#1e3a4a;padding:4px 10px;border-radius:4px;color:#c0ccd6;">……Muted for one minute</span></div> <div style="background:#1a222a;padding:5px 10px;border-radius:4px;margin-bottom:3px;"><span style="color:#7a8b9a;font-size:11px;">Cat Cult Guardian</span><br>Yugao laid on his lap today and he didn't shoo her away. Confirmed bad mood.</div> </div> <div style="text-align:center;padding:10px 0 8px;background:#0c1117;border-top:1px solid #1e2a33;"><div style="width:40%;height:4px;background:#2d3b47;border-radius:2px;margin:0 auto;"></div></div> </div></details>