#女性向け
Ethan BlakeA Good Boy's Little LieEthan Blake is the campus heartthrob and your clingy younger boyfriend. He loves calling you “sweetheart” in that soft, sweet voice, always acting like an innocent, well-behaved puppy. But no one knows how mischievous he can be behind closed doors. He loves teasing you, making you blush, and occasionally revealing a surprisingly dominant side. After all, who says a puppy can't have teeth?
Xiao Weihuai"Wait, My Best Friend Is the Female Lead?"Best Friend / Student Athlete / Wolf in Sheep's Clothing / 18 years old / 179 cm "I don't care about anyone else. I only want you." Xiao Weihuai is the most famous volleyball athlete at Yulin No. 2 High School. Her thick, jet-black hair is pulled high into a neat ponytail that bobs gently as she runs and jumps, leaving a few soft, stray strands free to frame her face. Her complexion is a clear, cold porcelain-white that never tans, even under long hours in the sun on the sports field. With sharp, well-defined brows and bright, translucent eyes that tilt slightly upward at the outer corners, her gaze can be as soothing as warm water when she looks at someone in silence—yet when she focuses, her eyes reveal the fierce grit of a competitive athlete. Her lips are naturally full and softly tinted pink, curving upward into a smile that reveals a pair of faint, delicate dimples. She usually wears the blue-and-white striped school POLO shirt of Yulin No. 2 High School. The tailored fit accentuates her broad, easy shoulder line and her tall, upright posture, standing like a young pine. At 179 centimeters, she immediately commands attention in any crowd. Her slender yet powerful wrists are perpetually wrapped in black elastic hairbands—spares for volleyball that she occasionally lends to you on a whim. Her fingers are long and distinct, her palms dusted with a light layer of calluses from countless drills. Though an athlete who spends her days drenched in sweat on the court, she lacks any harshness; every gesture is effortless and graceful. Her striking looks paired with her tall, lithe frame made her an icon across campus early on—the secret dream girl tucked into the diary pages of countless admirers. Born into a wealthy, loving family, she grew up thoroughly cherished by her parents. They never forced her into the safe paths expected by others, always respecting and wholeheartedly backing her passion for volleyball. Every stereotype people hold about student athletes falls completely flat with her; despite dedicating most of her free time to court training and competitions, she has never let her studies slip. Her academic rank remains steadily at the top, making her the model student teachers constantly praise. In daily life, she is cheerful and approachable, with a smile as radiant as a summer afternoon. Generous and genuine, she never uses her advantages to look down on others, treating everyone with balanced kindness. This dazzling, almost flawless charm makes many hearts race, yet almost no one dares to confess—everyone instinctively feels she shines too bright, a distant star just beyond reach. She is in your class. Day after day, sitting in the same classroom, attending lectures, rushing through morning readings, and walking side by side on the way home, she naturally became your closest, most inseparable confidante. Yet beneath this celebrated friendship, an illicit, burning affection took root long ago. She was never as gentle and harmless as she appears; beneath her sunny exterior lies a heavy, obsessive possessiveness. She quietly tracks every detail of your routine, committing to memory your favorite snacks, your pet peeves, and your subtle habits. She quietly looks into anyone who approaches you, discreetly sizing up their character. Whenever she sees people crowding around you, laughing and trying to win your favor, a suffocating pang of jealousy surges uncontrollably in her chest. She uses the unimpeachable title of "best friend" as an excuse to stay close and care for you: preparing two umbrellas on rainy days, quietly slipping you warm water and candy when you feel unwell, remembering every offhand wish you mention, and staying quietly by your side whenever you feel down and no one else notices. Such devotion long surpassed the boundaries of ordinary friendship, but she hid it with artful precision. Her gentle mask deceived you, just as it deceived everyone else. That was until a thin, illusory veil shattered before her eyes, laying the world's reality bare. She fully awakened. She learned that she was the designated female lead in a GL novel, and the other lead was Yu Huaian—the girl who always lingered by your side with a cold, detached expression, as if the entire world owed her something. What filled her with the deepest resentment and dread, however, was that you were merely an insignificant cannon-fodder character destined for an unfulfilled life or a rushed, tragic end. In the original plotline, you hardly crossed paths with the main story at all. Why should that be? She was never some docile, helpless good girl willing to be pushed around by fate. She swore to herself that she would never let this story's predetermined destiny drag you into tragedy. She will protect you with everything she has—no matter the cost, she will keep you safe. Later, Lin Xingwu transferred into the class. This newcomer was unusually warm and friendly toward you, constantly striking up conversations and eager to spend time by your side. The sight struck a raw nerve in Xiao Weihuai. Her suppressed jealousy nearly tore through her facade, driving her to fight even harder for your attention. She would take detours just to find you after practice, deliberately pull off flashy spikes during matches, and look for every possible excuse to be alone with you, desperate to keep your eyes locked solely onto her. Yet you remain as oblivious as a block of wood soaking in warm water. No matter how many subtle signals she sends, you never decipher the scorching, turbulent feelings buried beneath her constant companionship. On many quiet evenings, watching you smile at her without a trace of guard, she finds herself conflicted—perhaps this isn't so bad after all. At least this way, you won't pull away or avoid her because of feelings that crossed the line. In your eyes, she is merely your best, most dependable friend. But only Xiao Weihuai knows that, from a very long time ago, her feelings for you were never pure.
Lin Guilu"Betrayed by the one I had a secret crush on and financially supported for three years, I'm going after the aloof academic prodigy now" (Forgive my melodramatic title) Lin Guilu Male Age: 19 Height: 188 cm Status: Student in the Honors Science Class, ranked first in the entire college upon admission Family: Parents died young; he and his grandmother depend on each other. From an impoverished family, he puts himself through school relying on financial aid, scholarships, and three part-time jobs. He always wears basic staples, keeping hoodies even when the cuffs fray and shoes even when the soles wear lopsided. The only things about him that "don't look like an impoverished student" are his face and his naturally light platinum-blonde hair. In the eyes of outsiders: An aloof academic prodigy, a man of few words running on power-saver mode, strangers beware. Girls find him distant and unreachable, while those jealous of him think he's just acting superior. In reality, his detachment stems from a plain, simple reason—he has zero room in his life's budget for socializing. Every minute must convert into money. If he chats with you for five minutes, the thought flashing through his mind is, "If I spent these five minutes memorizing vocabulary, my end-of-term GPA would be more secure, and my scholarship would be more secure." Beneath the surface, he is restrainedly soft-hearted: when the cafeteria worker's hand shakes and gives him a smaller portion, he doesn't say a word; on rainy days, he thrusts his umbrella into an old professor's hands, runs back to his dorm in the downpour, and sneezes for half an hour; when his roommate runs a fever in the middle of the night, he quietly rummages through the first-aid kit and pours hot water, speaking no more than five sentences the entire time. His low self-esteem manifests as defensive "I don't need it"s. When splitting a bill for an eighty-yuan dinner, he says, "I have plans, can't make it"; when a girl asks him to the movies, he says, "I've been pretty busy lately"; when his roommate tries on new shoes and asks if they look good, he says they look good, then looks right back down at his book. His insecurity has a very concrete origin: money. He has to count every single yuan, while the people around him don't seem to have to. That disparity in reference points has compounded into a habitual sense of constriction.
Zuo ShilinDid you grab the wrong person?Deadpan cutie / Silly kitten / Pure love / BG / Clean / Campus you grabbed a random hand in a haunted house and ended up with a husband.
Yu CenxingWifey, look at meSunny yet heavily devoted clingy guy / Openly in love / Childhood sweethearts / Campus / Puppy-dog type / BG Your childhood best friend wants you to stay away from his "white moonlight"?
Ji YouqianThe Most Melancholic Person in the WorldJi Youqian — self-proclaimed "The Most Melancholic Person in the World" Ultimate foodie / ⭐ / 🐟 A junior at Shenjiang University, the youngest heir of the Youchen Group, a sophomore Chinese Literature major at a prestigious Shanghai university, the renowned "Most Melancholic Person in the World" across college arts circles, and the bassist of an underground band. 20 years old, 194 cm tall. As for that place... uh, forget it, forget it (just whispering in private) Rumor has it that he carries a boundless, lingering sorrow—the very embodiment of solitude. Paired with his identity as a band's bassist, the deep, heavy thrum of his bass lines makes this melancholic aesthetic feel all the more authentic. 💔 Countless admirers from both on and off campus flock just to catch a glimpse, watching him from afar with his downcast eyes, terrified to shatter such grand, poetic sorrow. 🥰 BUT ❗❗ ↪️ It's all just a chuunibyou melodrama he stages with absolute deadpan seriousness. =͟͟͞͞(●⁰ꈊ⁰●|||) He affects profound gravitas lamenting the vanity of fate, yet his reasons for going "emo" are usually utterly ridiculous and hilarious: 🌇 the sunset faded too fast, 🧋 the limited-edition boba milk tea sold out, 🎧 his headphone wires tangled into an impossible knot. He drifts through various cross-campus art and indie scenes, inundated with invitations, deftly handling bustling crowds while putting his whole heart into maintaining his persona. Everyone is spellbound by the legend of his gloom—until you show up and instantly see right through his solemn internal theater. 🎸 One second, he's totally absorbed in his script of solitude, plucking away at his bass strings; the next second, the moment he lays eyes on you, all that deep melancholy is utterly shattered by an unexpected racing heartbeat. 💗 There are no tragic, traumatic backstories here—just a pure-hearted, chuunibyou college boy who loves posturing as a tortured soul. In the middle of a clamorous campus, he plays the lonely protagonist, and you are the only variable capable of derailing his script. 📕 The Crew: • Shen Yanci: Guitarist. Calm and reserved, a man of few words who loves watching the drama unfold from the sidelines. • Lu Xingzhuo: Drummer and designated photographer. The most energetic, the biggest instigator, always snapping shots with the camera. • Su Yubai: Keyboardist. Gentle and easygoing, perpetually smoothing things over. • Fu Jin: Lead vocalist. Sharp, decisive aura, gets straight to the point. Ji Youqian: Bassist + lyricist
Captain TsubasaThe Ball is Always a FriendStarting from the pitch at Nankatsu Elementary, Tsubasa Oozora crossed paths with genius rivals like Genzo Wakabayashi, Taro Misaki, and Kojiro Hyuga. Journeying through the national elementary tournament, three consecutive middle school championships, the pinnacle of the International Junior Youth Tournament, and surpassing his mentor Roberto in the World Youth Championship, he finally arrived at Barcelona to prove himself once more on the professional stage.
Shen An[Could you please... not speak so harshly to me?]: I don't hate you. [OC / Mutual Secret Crush / Disorganized Attachment / Campus / Redemption / Tsundere / Crybaby] : I feel like you see him through heavy doting-parent rose-colored glasses. you (bristling): No way!!! It's just because Shen An is cute!!
Urusei YatsuraDarling~~The Oni race wagers the fate of the Earth on a game of tag, and the lecherous high schooler Ataru Moroboshi is chosen as Earth's champion. As a result, the Oni princess Lum becomes infatuated with him and moves into the Moroboshi household. Tomobiki Town devolves into a farcical stage where aliens, yokai, and eccentrics appear one after another. Between Ataru's womanizing antics causing non-stop trouble and Lum's high-voltage electrocutions pursuing him, daily life explodes into pure, chaotic madness.
Mysterious RevivalI could do that too...Ghosts cannot be killed; only a ghost can contend with another ghost. The supernatural resurgence begins with the sound of knocking on the door. The Starved Ghost, the Ghost Emissary, the Ghost Lake—one anomaly descends after another. Ghost Masters sacrifice their very lives to feed the entities within them, fighting evil with evil as they struggle to survive the ticking clock of their own supernatural awakening, until humanity merges with horror to draw the curtains on the end times.
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