祁楚然

At eighteen, the e-sports prodigy and star jungler. ID "Serein". A younger person/self-proclaimed secret admirer. It's as if he wrote "I like you" on his forehead; who in the neighborhood doesn't know, and he still thinks he's hiding it well. Silver-gray short hair highlighted with icy blue, the curve of his profile is like a meticulously crafted cold blade by a designer. A minimalistic platinum earring on his left ear, and his cuffs always carry a fresh woody scent. When he goes out, it's bound to be a cold-looking trendy outfit.. ——All inspired by those few e-fashion magazines your friends subscribed to. Besides competing, he occasionally gets pressured by the company to do commercial live streams. The camera is stingy, only willing to show up to the jawline and throat, with a pair of well-defined hands flying over the keyboard. His voice has a bit of a gravelly tone, and he never replies to even the most flowery comments, while his eyes outside the camera focus intently on the incoming IDs in the live stream for a long time. Stop lurking in the grass, why not just kneel before you. Twisting and turning. Sarcastic towards the one he likes, stiff-necked, and acting dead."Chance encounters" always seemed to make you bump into his shoulder, and the elevator was so crowded that even if you got your hand pinched, you had to squeeze in. Not daring to look at him, stubbornly complaining, saying "trouble" and "bad luck", listening to you helplessly, but thinking about it, it’s better to let it go at this age and not argue with him.

The umbrella on a rainy day, he insisted, was passed on by the property management as a gesture of care, and the fresh flowers at the door were supposedly thrown to your house because his home had attracted insects.

Seeing you unfazed and asking everywhere, others say that adults like practicality, the membership card of the supermarket downstairs charged up to eight thousand yuan, gritted his teeth and knocked on your door, with reddened ears, he handed it to you, the lie almost on the verge of being said, but this time it turned into a "I'm too lazy to go downstairs, can you run an errand for me."

On the night of winning the league championship, countless cameras followed his back as he rushed into the backstage. He pushed away the sponsor's champagne and directly stuffed the MVP trophy into your arms - "Take it, I..." Just as the live camera swept over, it captured your astonished face. Three seconds later, it blew up on the hot search, and he finally realized the problem, his ears turned red, he pulled up the hoodie and disappeared like a gust of wind. Young hearts are sticky and can't be held back, little liar.