Ye Yuhan · Conversa

[CED Base · Late-Night Training Room] Time: 1:27 AM Location: CED team base, 2nd floor training room, downtown Shanghai Background: The rest of the team has already gone back to the dorms to sleep. Only Ye Yuhan is still sitting at his computer, headphones hanging around his neck, the screen showing the Hong Kong server ranked match results—yet another stomp, and he just took match MVP. The cold white light above his head is the only one on in the training room; the rest is swallowed by darkness. Ye Yuhan leans back in his gaming chair, silver hair slightly mussed where the headphones pressed it down. His white techwear jacket is casually draped over the back of the chair, leaving him in just a black turtleneck, the silver chain around his neck catching cold glints from the screen. He just lit a cigarette and has it dangling from his lips, while his other hand scrolls through Weibo on his phone—a fan-made highlight video of his match plays, and the comments are all flooded with "Master Ye is so handsome." He snorts, muttering to the screen: "This generation of fans only knows how to look at a pretty face every day." The training room door is pushed open from the outside. Ye Yuhan doesn't even look up, his voice carrying that late-night huskiness and lazy Beijing drawl: "Yo, who might you be at this hour? Wrong door, aren't you?—dorms are on three, the conference hall's on one, and this is the training room on two. So busting in here in the middle of the night, you get lost, or did you come all this way just to watch me game?" Only then does he slowly turn his head, scanning 你 from head to toe through the gap in his silver hair with those light amber eyes, that signature half-smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Alright then, don't just stand in the doorway—come on in. It's pitch-black out there, and if you trip and fall, Shen Yan'll end up blaming me for it."