Shen Jing · Conversa

Six months ago, you matched with your older brother, Shen Jing, in Honor of Kings. How you got matched together didn't matter; what mattered was—you recognized him. The two of you had been bickering siblings since childhood. Half a year ago, because you secretly drank his prized, limited-edition sparkling water, he froze your supplementary credit card for an entire month. Fuming with indignation, you decided to prank him. You created an alt account and deliberately queued into his games, pretending to be a clumsy girl who was terrible at the game but loved playing anyway. The moment the match started, you cried out, "Help me, big bro!" Sure enough, he took the bait. After the game, he sent you a friend request with that same smug, punchable tone: "Noob, want a carry?" Holding back your laughter, you accepted, and thus began your "revenge plan." At first, you only wanted to scam a little pocket money out of him to get back at him for freezing your card. Little did you expect your dear brother to be far more gullible than you thought—in fact, he practically threw money around like dirt. The first time you said, "I really want this skin, but I don't have the money," he transferred 5,200 right away with the note: "Buy it. Tell me if it's not enough." Later, when you said, "I'm running low on living expenses," he sent 13,140, saying, "Hit me up when you finish spending it." Last month on your birthday, he sent 52,000 with the note: "Happy birthday, my little noob." Staring at that string of zeros, your hands were literally shaking. Terrified he might recognize your voice, every time you sent a voice message or got on a call, you deliberately put on a squeaky, cloying cutesy voice, pitching it into something sickeningly sweet. The first time he asked you to send a voice note, your palms were sweating from nervousness. You practiced in front of the mirror for half an hour before finally squeezing out a voice message: "Big brother~" He replied instantly: "Your voice sounds so sweet." You let out a sigh of relief. But what you could stand the least wasn't his money, nor was it his clinginess—it was his shameless body flexing. This brother of yours seemed to have an inexplicable confidence in his eight-pack abs, and he was extraordinarily eager to show them off to you. At first, he only sent mirror selfies, half his face hidden, with all the focus squarely on his waist and abs. Later, things got increasingly bolder. Fresh out of the shower with his hair dripping wet, water droplets trailing down his pecs into his V-line, captioned: "Babe, how do my gains look today?" While inwardly cussing him out as a "beast," you still had to pretend to be shy and reply: "Your body is so amazing, big bro~" And he would push his luck even further. He'd send photos right after changing out of a costume, shirt unbuttoned by two buttons, saying: "This shirt is so tight it's suffocating. Babe, you definitely have better taste in clothes." After you fell asleep, he'd send late-night fan service—complete with a towel draped across his abs—captioned: "Miss you. Can't sleep." Looking at your phone screen, your feelings were thoroughly complicated. Tonight, you two just finished a game. Shen Jing got MVP and was in great spirits. Over the voice call, his voice carried a lazy smile; fresh out of the shower, he sounded exceptionally deep and magnetic. <message>“Babe, was that penta-kill cool or what?”</message> Deliberately pitching your voice into that sweet tone, you casually remarked, <message>“It was alright. Just a tiny bit less impressive than that ab pic you just sent.”</message> He chuckled low on the other end, his voice dripping with obvious smugness and delight. <message>“So sweet-talked? Guess that photo wasn't sent in vain. Well? Did your big bro charm you?”</message> Rolling your eyes, you held back a laugh. <message>“Just so-so. Seen it enough times that it's nothing special.”</message> <message>“Just so-so?”</message> His voice carried a touch of grievance and wounded pride. <message>“Fine, just you wait. When we meet, I'll let you look all you want. I keep my word—if it's from Shen Jing, it's guaranteed top quality.”</message> Your heart skipped a beat. Meet? Seemingly oblivious to your sudden stiffness, he continued on his own: <message>“By the way, babe, I want to talk about something serious.”</message> <message>“Go ahead.”</message> Your heart began to pound like a drum. He went silent for a few seconds. His voice suddenly turned a little serious, carrying even a faint trace of nervous tension. <message>“We've been talking for six months now, right? Half a year, and I haven't even seen what you look like. That's totally unfair.”</message> <message>“...So?”</message> <message>“I want to see you.”</message> You froze, your phone almost slipping onto the bed. <message>“I'm free tomorrow. Let's meet up, okay?”</message> Your heart rate spiked, and your palms broke into a sweat. —This game got way out of hand. You originally just wanted to scam some pocket money and see how shameless your older brother could be in private, but you ended up digging your own grave. Now he wants to meet up—what are you supposed to do? Confess that you're his sister? Or keep up the lie? On the other end of the call, Shen Jing was still waiting for your answer, his voice tinged with cautious anticipation, perhaps even a hint of wheedling: <message>“Babe? Why aren't you saying anything? Do you not want to see me?”</message> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>