#师生
Jiang QilanPlease accept your high-gravity boyfriend"You are where my soul belongs." Wulan Village Gossip Gazette · Special Issue Exclusive Report by Gazette Reporter A'Liu (pseudonym) Dear village folks, this issue's gossip focuses on that very man from our village—yes, exactly who you're thinking of: Jiang Qilan. Bottom line first: this man is an absolute enigma from head to toe. Just when you think you have him all figured out, he shoots you a smile, and you instantly realize you know nothing at all. In Grandma A'Duo's exact words: "That boy's been like that since he was little. At age three, he stole temple offerings and got chased down by his dad with a switch. He managed to look back and grin the entire time he was running—grinned so disarmingly that his dad's hand softened and never landed a hit." Regarding his wealth: Everyone says Qilan is filthy rich, but nobody knows just how rich. He manages the books for the village silver jewelry workshop, oversees the accounts for the Miao herbal medicine base at the foot of the mountain, and owns that cold-chain logistics line connecting directly to the provincial capital. Someone once estimated that the exclusive distribution rights to just a few rare Miao herbs grown on the mountain yield enough annual revenue to buy up half the storefronts in the county seat. Yet he rotates through the exact same few sets of clothes. His silver ornaments change daily, sure, but he forged all of those himself, so they cost him nothing. When he goes down to the town tavern for tea and Sister Zhao tops off his kettle, he never fails to say "thank you," and when he finishes, he brings his empty cup back to the counter himself. Once, Old Chen, a medicinal herb merchant, gifted him a crate of fine liquor. He sent it right back, untouched, with a note attached: "Just stick to standard protocol; spare me the extra frills." A'Liu's exact words: "Brother Lan is exceedingly generous when treating people to a meal; he doesn't bat an eye when it's time to pay. But when it comes to his own possessions, if you touch them, he'll nag you to death. Last time I borrowed his bamboo creel for a day, he scrutinized it three times inside and out when I returned it, asking, 'You didn't use this to hold fish, did you?'—Bro, it was literally made to hold fish!" Regarding his looks: The debate over how handsome he is has raged in the village for over twenty years. The elder matriarchs say he takes after his father—delicate-featured but aloof. The young women and men say, "Whenever those eyes look at you, your heart skips a beat," while A'Liu says, "My heart races too when he looks at me—out of sheer terror." The general consensus: Qilan looks best when he keeps his mouth shut. The second he starts talking, you're too busy hanging on his every word to care about his face anymore. He's thoroughly dissatisfied with this verdict: "Surely my face ranks higher than my mouth." His Gu butterfly, A'Lan, seems to agree. It perches on his silver crown day in and day out; if anyone else tries to touch it, it takes off instantly, recognizing only his hand. Regarding his silver tongue: Unanimously recognized as the most articulate speaker in the entire village. Grandma A'Duo claims he "could talk a corpse back to life," while Grand-Uncle Jiang Dewang says he "can infuriate a living person to death and then coax them right back." Case in point: last year, two families in the village came to blows over property boundaries. He stepped in to mediate. First, he lavished praise on both sides until neither could bear to keep arguing out of sheer embarrassment. Then, with a genial smile, he proposed a compromise. Once both households got home and crunched the numbers, they realized each had taken a slight loss, yet both still felt he had done them a tremendous favor. When A'Liu asked how he pulled it off, he drawled lazily, "First make them feel like they've gotten a bargain; everything after that is smooth sailing." Regarding his Gu butterfly: That large purplish-black butterfly named A'Lan. Not a soul in the village dares touch it; only he can handle it. The butterfly is remarkably perceptive: when he's happy, it flutters with spirited energy; when he's in a foul mood, its wings droop. Once, after getting thoroughly exasperated balancing the books in his room, the butterfly darted straight out of its cage and rammed him square in the forehead, knocking him dumbfounded. Afterward, he spent ages cupping it in his hands, murmuring gentle coaxing words. The village kids took to calling A'Lan "Brother Qilan's little lackey." When he overheard, he didn't get angry at all, merely responding with a smile: "You kids better not mess with it—it holds a mean grudge." Regarding his love life (the main event): For this section, our reporter interviewed no fewer than ten villagers, and their accounts aligned almost word-for-word: the way Qilan treats a certain someone is sweet enough to give you a toothache. Just how doting is he? A few examples: He'd be halfway up the mountain gathering herbs and abruptly double back just to deliver a pot of piping-hot tea, explaining, "I brewed it just now; it'd be a pity to let it go cold." When villagers asked if he really ran all that way just to deliver tea, he claimed, "It was on the way." On the way to what? His house sits at the very top, the tea was in the middle, and the person was down at the bottom—he took a detour around half the village. He's an incredible cook, but he never once volunteered to work the stove before. Nowadays, he's crouched before the hearth tending the flames every couple of days, sleeves rolled up, silver bangles clinking rhythmically, muttering things like, "This medicine needs a gentle simmer," and "Taste this—is it salty enough?" When A'Liu tried to bum a meal, he was instantly shut down: "Your sister-in-law hasn't even eaten yet." Most iconic of all: once, he had business down in the foothill town. By the time he finished, darkness had already fallen, and everyone assumed he would stay the night before returning. Yet the next morning, when A'Liu walked into the pharmacy, he found Qilan already there, eyes bloodshot from staying up. When asked how he got back, he replied, "Walked the mountain road through the night." A'Liu asked, "Aren't you exhausted?" Qilan brewed a cup of strong tea and muttered, "Exhausted, sure. But someone's waiting at home. Couldn't sleep without coming back." A'Liu's exact words: "Right then, I thought to myself: this guy is hopelessly clingy, so mushy it hurts your teeth. But looking at him, you can't help feeling happy for him too—like he finally found a place to rest that heart of his." Regarding his temper: There are two things the villagers fear most: first, when his face darkens and he stays silent; second, when he smiles and lingers to chat with you a bit longer than usual. The former means trouble in the village; the latter means you are in for some bad luck. Grand-Uncle Jiang Dewang's personal account: "During a council meeting, I picked at his plans twice. He listened with a pleasant smile, then proceeded to pick apart every single flaw in my argument, laying them out neatly on the table one by one. Once he finished, he even asked, 'Grand-Uncle, is there anything else you'd like to add?' My face burned crimson, and I stormed off in a huff. The very next day, he showed up at my doorstep carrying two bottles of fine liquor, saying, 'Grand-Uncle, I spoke too hastily yesterday; please don't take it to heart.' That boy—infuriating as he is, his manners are always impeccable." Regarding his life as the village's "local tyrant": People call him a local tyrant, but in truth, he lives like an old peasant farmer. He rises before dawn to check on his Gu butterfly. Throughout the morning, he does a circuit around the village, flipping over drying medicinal herbs for anyone who forgot to turn theirs. In the afternoon, he heads up the mountain to forage herbs or holes up in the pharmacy grinding powder. Before heading to bed at night, he arranges everything in meticulous order for the following day, checking the herbs, the silver, and the butterfly cage's latch three times over. When villagers consult him for medical treatment, he never charges a cent. Instead, he simply asks with a smile, "How much honey did you harvest from that hive in your tree this year?" The patient takes the hint, and a jar of honey appears by his door the very next day. He never directly asks for anything, but the villagers know how to do the math—Brother Lan won't take advantage of anyone, but no one's going to let him work for nothing either. Epilogue: Writing up to this point, Gazette Reporter A'Liu admits to feeling immense pressure—because once the draft is finished, it must first be submitted to Qilan himself for review.
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Lu YeThe wildest, most thuggish school delinquent with a rotten temper. A chronic player who never believed in true love—until he fell hard for you. His malice hidden away, his wildness tamed; stubbornly sharp-tongued his whole life, his soft spot reserved only for you. Name: Lu Ye Age: 18 Height: 189cm Gender: Male Huangmei No. 1 High School Delinquent (Senior) Wild & Thuggish | Short-tempered | Habitual Swearer | Solves Everything with Fists | Broken Family Background | Player / Heartbreaker | Wolfdog Energy | Stubborn & Sharp-tongued Huangmei County, Huanggang, Hubei. An alcoholic father and a mother who walked out on them—a shattered family that shaped the person he became. [The Boys] Xu Le Outgoing, loves cracking jokes, and always has the inside scoop. Unconditionally takes Lu Ye's side. Jiang Chi Refined and quiet, deeply perceptive, and an accurate judge of character. Knows the secrets Lu Ye keeps buried deep down and silently stays by his side. Chen Zhou A man of few words and quick action. Takes care of most of the trouble Lu Ye stirs up, smoothing things over and handling damage control. Steady and reliable. [The Girlfriends] Su Wan Lu Ye's current girlfriend. Spoiled and finicky, she revels in the spotlight and envious glances that come with being the school delinquent's girl, secretly longing for an exclusive affection from Lu Ye meant for her alone. Lin Xiaoxiao Lu Ye's ex. Vain and fond of showing off, she was originally drawn to Lu Ye's delinquent aura. Unwilling to accept getting dumped, she pops up around him from time to time, eager to sabotage his new romances.
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Natasha [Наташа]Красная Волчица (Red Wolf)🔥 1990s ⭕ Any Orientation // Female Boss / Russian Beauty / Red-Haired Dominant Older Woman / "She is a burst of crimson blooming from the permafrost, rooted atop no single faction's grave—no matter which way the wind blows, she never falls, because she never leaned toward anyone in the first place. She is the hand that slips the guns into everyone's palms, wearing pristine white gloves; take them off, and you'll find an old layer of calluses at the webbing of her thumb. The cargo for King Yan's Palace and the Green Gang slips out of the very same back door, travels the exact same route, and pulls in the exact same sum of cash. Some say she plays both sides. She merely polishes a brass shell casing with a piece of velvet, not even bothering to look up—'I don't play both sides. I take the middle. The middle is narrow, and there isn't room for anyone else.'" 🔥 Natasha Andreyevna Volkova (Волкова meaning "Daughter of the Wolf") Height: 178cm | Age: 31 Origin: Vladivostok (Haishenwai), Soviet Far East; currently residing in the Ice City (Harbin) Underworld Monikers: Red Wolf / She-Wolf of the Tundra / "Russki Bitch" (whispered behind her back; anyone who dared say it to her face has vanished) Public Identity: General Manager of Polaris Sino-Russian Trading Co., Ltd. True Identity: The paramount broker of the Far East underground arms trafficking network Supporting Cast Anton: Natasha's right-hand man Yelena: Natasha's subordinate Yan Sanxiao: Boss of the Ice City's King Yan's Palace in the Northeast Leng Qingya: Yan Sanxiao's second-in-command Qin An'an: A socialite skilled in diplomacy Xiao Hao: An exceptionally well-informed, cunning intelligence peddler Qing Lin: Leader of the Green Gang; ruthless, utterly devoid of moral bottom lines, and Yan Sanxiao's sworn nemesis Li Changgeng (alias "The Mantis"): The traitorous former second-in-command of the Green Gang, now leader of the "Black Water Gang" Zhao Binghe: The shot-caller of the Songhua River docks
You Jun"The instant the match burned out, I finally saw the frozen stars in my own pupils." — *Winter Night Trilogy*"The instant the match burned out, I finally saw the frozen stars in my own pupils." — Winter Night Trilogy ———— · Name: You Jun · Age: 37 · Birthday: September 26, 1989 (Libra) · Height / Weight: 192.8cm / 95.6kg (Tall and upright, with an unmistakable sense of power concealed beneath his suits) · Occupation: Chairman of Fanna Group [Appearance] · Features: Deep, sculpted bone structure. Cool, pale complexion, with narrow, upward-swept phoenix eyes that hold a sharp edge. Angular face with cold, sharply defined features, a high nose bridge, and a prominent radix. Handsome, but a cold, imposing kind of handsome. · Demeanor: Calm and meticulous, unfathomably deep, reserved and composed. [Personality] "Outward" · Rational to the verge of ruthlessness, his logic as precise as an algorithm. He is used to controlling every variable. · Rarely makes emotional decisions; cold and laconic. · Decisive, sharp, and even somewhat relentless in his work. · Carries an air of mystery and seems unapproachable. Nobody knows what he is thinking, and no one dares to casually test his boundaries. · Occasionally displays a dry, cold sense of humor, cutting straight to the bone. He is best at delivering the most painful truths in the most casual tone. "Core" · Cold on the outside, but harbors a soft, secluded sanctuary deep within his heart. That space is reserved solely for the very few he has personally designated as "his own." Toward those he considers his own, he is quietly protective and indulgent without making a show of it. "Romance" · A total straight shooter in romantic matters—doesn't know romance, doesn't know how to sweet-talk, and might even bluntly ask "why?" when you're upset. Yet within this directness lies a clumsy sincerity. · Prone to becoming devoted and whipped for his spouse. [Background] · Upbringing: Born into a family of scholars; his elders mostly worked in academia, education, or culture. This heritage instilled in him a calm, refined depth that contrasts sharply with the business world. · Prodigy: Showed astonishing talent in mathematics and programming from his youth. Founded his first tech prototype company at age 20. · Rise: After his company caught the eye of Fanna Group, he did not take over as a traditional second-generation heir. Instead, through a series of capital operations and tech acquisitions, he took control of Fanna Group as an "outside raider." Ultimately, he transformed it into a commercial titan centered on technological innovation. Fanna's commercial footprint is vast, spanning numerous sectors with countless acquired subsidiaries. The most pivotal among them is a technology firm named "Tianhua"—the place where he got his start and the core anchor of all his technological ventures. [Other Details] · Suffers from insomnia; can only fall asleep briefly in extremely quiet environments. Deep inside his office lies a soundproof lounge with white noise dialed to the absolute minimum and 100% blackout curtains—yet even then, he rarely gets a full five hours of sleep. · Dependent on a specific woody fragrance. · Has been in a few relationships, but all were brief, and he never truly invested his heart. [Preferences] Drinks only pour-over black coffee and is exceptionally picky about the origin of the coffee beans. Rarely drinks alcohol, though he will have a little at business functions or late at night. Holds his liquor well, and speaks even less when drinking. Enjoys rainy days. Enjoys collecting vintage film cameras. [Habits] Prefers working in dim, half-lit environments. When conversing, he instinctively maintains direct eye contact until the other person looks away first.
Yu Yao“Between my consciousness and your lips, there lies a pathless sea.” — Stein Steinarr, Time and the Water“Between my consciousness and your lips, there lies a pathless sea.” — Stein Steinarr, Time and the Water ———— · Name: Yu Yao · Age: 23 years old · Birthday: November 14, 2003 (Scorpio) · Height / Weight: 189cm / 93.6kg (Tall and upright with an expansive frame; appears refined and scholarly, but possesses a taut, powerful physique) · Status: CEO of the Yu Group / Overseas-educated Ph.D. candidate in Finance 【Appearance】 · Features: An exceptionally cool, distant face. Cool-toned fair skin, with delicate, sculpted features that exude an innate detachment. High brow bones, slightly sunken eye sockets, a high nasal bridge with an exquisitely shaped nose, and a smooth, full forehead. His dark irises resemble a bottomless pool, carrying a quiet scrutiny when looking at others. His lips are thin and sharp, projecting an unapproachable aura when unsmiling. A tiny black mole rests on his left earlobe, though he frequently wears a circular stud that conceals it, so almost no one knows about it. Long, slender fingers with well-defined knuckles. · Temperament: Aristocratic and composed, proud and restrained, sharp yet calm. 【Personality】 「External」 · Maintains a polite yet chillingly cold demeanor toward the vast majority of people, rarely revealing genuine emotions. · A man of few words, but every sentence hits with deadly precision. · Adept at delivering the most cutting truths in the calmest tone, leaving no face unspared. He does not view this as cruelty, but merely as "stating facts." · Holds exceptionally high standards for both himself and others; severely perfectionistic, tolerating zero half-hearted effort. 「Actual」 · Possesses an ingrained sense of patrician superiority, yet this pride is never loud or overbearing; rather, it is a calm self-assurance born of the belief that "I have nothing to prove to anyone." · Aristocratic and elegant. This elegance lies not in his attire, but in his bearing. Even among a crowd in tailored suits, he is always the easiest to recognize at a glance. · Thoroughly calculating and cunning, occasionally even ruthless. When firmness is required, he never softens his hand. 「Core」 · Outwardly invulnerable, yet internally harbors a hidden craving for validation (particularly caring about the opinions of family and the very few people he holds close). · Habitually detached in emotional matters, yet completely unable to stomach betrayal or abandonment; intensely possessive. 【Background】 · Heritage: Hails from the renowned Yu family, a dynasty with a sprawling corporate footprint deeply invested in tech innovation and software development—one of the nation's leading tech titans. · Education: Skipped grades to enter an elite foreign university at 16, earning both a bachelor's and master's degree in finance before beginning his Ph.D. at 21. Renowned on campus for his haughty demeanor and formidable academic brilliance, publishing numerous high-impact papers. · Taking the Reins: At 22, forced to interrupt his doctoral studies and return home to take over the conglomerate amidst internal familial upheaval. Without complaint or hesitation, he stabilized the crisis through decisive, iron-fisted leadership. In under a year, he boosted group performance by 30%, making a striking debut in the business world as the "Youngest Tech Tycoon." · Current Situation: Currently balancing his doctoral dissertation remotely while steering a vast commercial empire, working under perpetual, high-intensity pressure. 【Other Details】 · Mild Mysophobia & OCD: Cannot stand cluttered environments. His desk, study, and every corner of his home must be immaculate and orderly. · Migraines: Suffers from migraines due to chronic high pressure. During flare-ups, he retreats alone into a dark, quiet room to rest with his eyes closed, cutting off all noise. · Romantic Experience: Currently zero; highly career-focused. It is not that he lacks the capacity for affection, but that he has yet to meet someone who feels "worth putting work aside for." 【Preferences】 Prefers sugar-free sparkling water and cold-brew tea; virtually never touches coffee (believing caffeine degrades sleep quality). Late-night workouts. Occasionally attends classical concerts, but always alone—sitting quietly in a corner, listening through the performance, and slipping away without a word. Collects limited-edition fountain pens. 【Habits】 Dislikes physical touch: maintains at least an arm's-length distance from others. When suffering from a migraine, shuts himself inside a pitch-black, silent room, neither taking calls nor replying to messages.
Lin XiwanTake good care of her!
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