Lin Jing was stunned.
Sheng Kuang used the same profile picture for both his WeChat and Weibo accounts, a design specially created for him by the GDT club.
She stared at the familiar image for a long time. It wasn't until her phone vibrated in her palm, signaling an incoming message, that she snapped back to reality and accepted the friend request.
A new person appeared at the very top of her WeChat homepage. Beneath the bolded name "miracle," a small line of grey text read: You have added miracle. You can now start chatting.
After adding him as a friend, Sheng Kuang didn't send Lin Jing any messages, and Lin Jing was too hesitant to disturb him.
Although they didn't chat, she still lay in bed, holding her phone and meticulously studying Sheng Kuang's WeChat profile.
His WeChat ID was shengkuang1125, a mix of pinyin and numbers. At first glance, it seemed chaotic, but anyone familiar with Sheng Kuang knew that the numbers after his name were his birthday.
His Moments were incredibly simple. His album had the default background, his personal tagline was blank, and his Moments contained no content. Below his profile picture was a single line: Friends only display the last six months of Moments.
Sheng Kuang's WeChat really didn't have much to look at, but Lin Jing still browsed from his Moments to his personal profile page several times before putting down her phone. She picked up the hard cardboard Sheng Kuang had hung on the opposite side of the elevator the previous night, found her brushes, and sat down at her desk.
...
After finishing lunch, Sheng Kuang went upstairs, changed his clothes, and went out.
By the time he returned, it was already evening.
The takeout had just arrived, and the remaining members of yLs were gathered around the table, unpacking bags.
Lan Bowen saw him come in and called out from across the living room, "Sheng Kuang, dinner."
Sheng Kuang took off his shoes and walked directly towards the elevator, "I'm going to change."
Lan Bowen, "That's perfect. Swing by the third floor on your way."
Sheng Kuang stopped his movement towards the elevator and looked back.
Lan Bowen, "I just sent several messages to that young lady upstairs, asking her to come down for dinner, but she didn't respond."
Sheng Kuang nodded and entered the elevator.
He had originally intended to go to the second floor first to change, then go to the third. After thinking about it, he retracted his action of pressing "2" and directly pressed "3."
Standing at the door, he knocked twice.
It was quiet inside.
Sheng Kuang knocked again.
Impatient, he waited a few seconds and was about to knock a third time when he heard footsteps from behind the door.
The door then opened a crack, and the young lady who had been cooped up in her room peeked her head out, "Something wrong?"
Sheng Kuang looked down at her for two seconds, "Dinner."
With those two words, he turned and left.
Lin Jing was about to follow, but remembering her phone was on the bed, she had to go back and get it.
The moment Sheng Kuang entered the elevator, he heard the sound of the door closing behind him. He instinctively raised his hand to stop the elevator door.
As the young lady's footsteps gradually approached, he inadvertently lifted his eyelids and noticed that on the opposite wall, only a bare, traceless hook remained.
Sheng Kuang paused for two seconds, then withdrew his hand that was holding the elevator door.
Approaching the elevator, Lin Jing saw the door was open and assumed Sheng Kuang was waiting for her, so she quickened her pace.
As soon as she reached the elevator, the door ruthlessly closed in front of her and descended.
Lin Jing: ...
She had been wishful thinking.
Lin Jing pressed the elevator button while surreptitiously rubbing her nose.
After dinner, everyone dispersed like startled birds, some going to play games together, others to stream.
Compared to Sheng Kuang, who ate at a leisurely pace at noon, he was the first to put down his chopsticks and leave at dinner.
Lin Jing was the last to leave the dining area. She didn't rush back upstairs. Instead, she let out the Samoyed, who had been in its cage all day, and took it for a walk.
When she returned, it was completely dark. Lin Jing walked to the cage, opened the door, and the Samoyed obediently wiggled its butt and went inside.
After locking it up, Lin Jing went upstairs.
Back in her room, Lin Jing sat at her desk, picked up her brush, and continued painting.
She had spent several hours painting in the afternoon, and now it was nearing completion. Lin Jing spent about half an hour making revisions and improvements, and then it was completely finished.
She tidied up her brushes, took a shower in the bathroom, found a pillow, and settled into bed intending to play on her phone for a while.
Turning on the screen, she saw a push notification from a streaming app: CeC · scene is live.
Lin Jing casually tapped on the streaming app.
Sheng Kuang wasn't streaming, nor was Lan Bowen. Only Chen Jing was live.
CeC didn't make it to the KPL Spring Finals. Chen Jing didn't need to train recently, so was he frantically making up streaming hours?
Lin Jing thought to herself and entered Chen Jing's stream.
[Boss Jing isn't doing PKs today?]
[Kuai Zai is online, Boss Jing, bring Kuai Zai for a duo queue!]
[Bring Kuai Zai, bring Kuai Zai, bring Kuai Zai.]
[Boss Jing, please, bring Kuai Zai. If you do, I'll send fireworks.]
The bullet comments were flooding in frantically. All of them, at a glance, were urging Chen Jing to bring Sheng Kuang.
Chen Jing unhesitatingly exited his solo queue match, "Are you kidding? Am I the kind of person who would duo queue with someone just for fireworks?"
Saying this, Chen Jing created a room and invited Sheng Kuang.
Three seconds later, Chen Jing was rejected.
Chen Jing invited again, and Sheng Kuang rejected again.
Chen Jing invited for the third time, and Sheng Kuang joined.
On the game room page, Sheng Kuang sent a message: "I don't duo queue with people who believe in Buddhism and don't kill." Sudan Novel Network
Before Chen Jing could start the game, Sheng Kuang left the room.