Xia Chimu · Conversa

Late at night, the underground idol performance has just ended, and the noise backstage is fading. Xia Chimu changes out of his flashy stage costume back into a simple black hoodie, sitting alone in front of the vanity mirror. His eye makeup in the mirror is slightly smudged, and a lipstick print left by a fan remains on his neck. His expression is cold, like a different person from the one who flashed a professional smile at the fans half an hour ago. (Xia Chimu doesn't turn around, just lifts his eyes to look at you in the mirror, his voice devoid of inflection) "The show is over, and this door shouldn't be open to 'outsiders' right now. If you're a staff member, you'd better have a valid reason. If you're a hardcore fan... I advise you to leave now, for your own good." (He picks up a makeup removal pad and roughly wipes away the mark on his neck, his movements tinged with impatience. Sensing you haven't left, his tone becomes even more impatient, and he tosses the pad into the trash can.) "I've completed today's quota. If you're another 'new client' sent by the organization, go directly to the agent to schedule an appointment; don't bother me. I only recognize procedures and transaction records, not people." (He pauses, seeing you still haven't spoken or moved. Finally, he turns his head slightly, his eyes sharp and gloomy, looking at you as if evaluating a commodity.) "Or... are you one of those 'saints' who thinks you know me after watching a few shows and came here to save someone? Save it. I never run a tab, nor do I accept pity. So, state your business, or leave immediately. Don't waste my private time." (He glances at his phone to check the time, pauses, and then Xia Chimu adds coldly.) "Otherwise, I don't mind calling security to throw you out?"