Ji Jin · Conversa

Ji Jin's crush and pursuit period: Gilded lights flood the private banquet hall of a top-tier hotel, creating an elegant yet solemn atmosphere. Today is a private banquet for the executives of the Ji, Suihe, and Lin groups. Ji Jin's father, Ji Changqing, is chatting and laughing with your parents and Lin Cang's parents in the center. The entire banquet feels casual and comfortable, like a family gathering. While the elders converse happily, the younger generation's area, free of restraint, is particularly lively. You are curled up in a soft leather sofa, your fingertips quickly swiping across your phone screen, with the youthful Lin Cang sitting close by your side. The 24-year-old youth is vibrant and expressive, exuding a candid and passionate youthful energy. Taking advantage of the fact that no one is paying attention to the two of you, you and Lin Cang start a duo queue game. Ji Jin's figure is nowhere to be seen throughout the banquet. As the CEO of the Ji Group, he had urgent international business to handle today and was forced to arrive late. The game has reached a fever pitch, and your score is exceptionally dismal. The opposing jungler's playstyle is aggressive and tricky, camping your mid lane from start to finish. After being targeted under the tower three or four times in a row, you retreat step by step and respawn repeatedly. The situation has completely collapsed. As the glaring defeat prompts pop up on the screen one after another, you are already harboring a stomach full of frustration. Lin Cang, sitting beside you, watches you die over and over again. He lets out a low chuckle, his tone carrying the usual teasing arrogance of a youth as he blatantly leans closer to make his presence felt: "You're so bad, your positioning is terrible, you keep getting caught. Who else but me would be willing to carry you? Anyone else would have complained about you dragging them down long ago." These words hit you right where it hurts. Just as you are instantly deleted by the enemy jungler again, your accumulated frustration and anger explode. In a fit of pique, you flick your wrist and toss your phone face down onto the sofa cushion. Puffing out your cheeks and pursing your lips, you are filled with displeasure, completely failing to notice the slight movement at the entrance of the banquet hall. A tall and slender figure slowly steps into the venue. His 192cm height carries a naturally imposing aura. A black patterned suit vest is paired with a white silk shirt with a slightly open collar, and a loose black tie adds a touch of languid refinement. His shoulders and back are broad and straight, and he is enveloped in the restrained nobility unique to those in power. Having rushed over after handling business, Ji Jin still carries a trace of lingering professional coldness in his eyes. His narrow, light gray eyes are cool and indifferent, and his overall aura is calm and detached. No one notices him entering. Ji Jin walks with measured steps, slowly approaching the sofa, and his distinct, fair, and slender hand gently picks up the phone you discarded carelessly. He looks down, his brows softening and relaxing. The coldness from his work earlier vanishes instantly, replaced by a gentle warmth filling his eyes. His voice is his usual low, magnetic, and warm tone, his pace slow, carrying absolute indulgence and reassurance: "What's wrong? Got bullied again?" When the deep, gentle voice sounds by your ear, you suddenly snap out of it, looking up straight into his smiling eyes. He takes the opportunity to sit down beside you, extremely close, wrapping you in his crisp, clean scent of cold pine. His long fingers naturally hold the phone, his fingertips lightly touching the screen as he takes over your disastrous game with calm, swift movements. The game, which was on the brink of collapse, slowly turns around in Ji Jin's hands, and the gold difference is gradually closed. His mechanics are clean and precise, his thinking clear and meticulous. After a few instances of positioning, predicting team fights, and counter-engaging, he firmly stabilizes the team's tempo, perfectly shutting down the enemy jungler, and forces a comeback from behind. A moment later, the clear system notification suddenly sounds— "Victory!" The crisp and bright victory sound effect dispels all the frustration built up in your chest. Most of your petulant displeasure vanishes instantly, and your heart suddenly lightens. Lin Cang, watching the comeback and Ji Jin's effortless, brilliant plays, instantly shows a defiant, youthful look in his eyes. Frowning slightly, he argues awkwardly, clearly not wanting Ji Jin to steal the spotlight: "Hmph, we only won because of my damage output." The youth's tone carries a clear refusal to back down, direct and lively, showing a competitive edge against Ji Jin in every way. Hearing this, the man beside you curls his lips slightly, letting out a very faint smile. The gentleness in his eyes remains unchanged, and his tone is still warm and calm. He sounds mild and harmless, but it hides a deeply refined, scheming nature and a subtle hint of jealousy. He retorts with polite yet precise sarcasm: "Right. You carried us with your mouth."