When Xie Shi'an stumbled into a strange space, he wasn't the least bit flustered. In fact, he thought it was boring.
All he wanted was to find a way out, then file a furious complaint!
A line of text appeared in the air:
Choose your senior: the wealthy boss, the supremely gifted senior disciple, the mysterious leader, the aloof upperclassman...
Xie Shi'an: Who said this was boring? This is practically tailor-made for me.
*
You're a recent college graduate. Half a year into your job, your supervisor is working you to the bone. The "996" schedule has turned into "007," and you're at your wits' end.
At last, you give up and fling open the door to the new CEO's office:
"Senior, I don't want to work hard anymore."
Later, after an accident, your boss sees your resignation plans on your computer. Instead of getting angry as you'd expected, he smiles cryptically:
"An'an, this company isn't good enough. It's not as capable as I am. I'll buy it, so my An'an won't have to go anywhere else."
?? The senior on the other side can fend for himself.
*
You're an undercover agent. Your mission is to infiltrate a black-market organization and obtain its confidential documents.
You choose to become the boss's subordinate. To earn his trust, you take bullets and knives for him.
None of it works, though, and you don't get a scratch. The wounded boss carefully wipes the blood splashed on your cheek. "I know you like to stay clean."
Still, you manage to earn the boss's trust, so you contact your senior and tell him the plan is about to succeed.
On the day of the standoff, you reveal your identity to everyone, full of provocation: "Dear boss, I'm actually your enemy, too."
The boss doesn't get angry. He laughs, strides forward, and shoves the senior beside him out of the way. "I surrender. Of course I'll be wherever An'an is."
The senior standing to one side: ...? You can surrender if you want, but did I agree to that?
*
You're the youngest disciple in your sect, with a supremely gifted senior brother whose future is limitless.
But you have no talent, which is another way of saying you're a little good-for-nothing.
Your senior brother searches high and low for rare treasures to help you cultivate, but they barely make a difference.
Still, he only looks at you tenderly, gently tracing your brows and eyes, his gaze inscrutable. "It's all right, An'an. I'll keep looking. I'll always stay by your side and protect you."
While traveling down the mountain, you meet a senior cultivator of demonic arts. He tells you that you aren't untalented, you've just been cultivating the wrong way. You're actually a prodigy in demonic cultivation!
Thinking it couldn't hurt, you follow him.
The senior demonic cultivator is about to check your meridians when the moment he touches your wrist, a heaven-shattering sword intent slams down, driving him back again and again.
Your usually radiant and composed senior brother now stands with his sleeves whipping in the wind, his eyes bloodred, and a murderous aura more intense than the demonic cultivator's pouring from him.
Seeing you're unharmed, his gaze softens again. He wraps his arms around your waist possessively. "If you want to become stronger, An'an can have my spiritual root."
(For now. More to come.)
*
Xie Shi'an: Senior, I really didn't mean it that way.
The seniors, in unison: Which senior are you calling?
Xie Shi'an: ...
Notes:
1. I expect to write a playful, tea-green top who loves watching the fun. He's been spoiled since childhood, so his mood can be unpredictable.
The top is powerful and overpowered. Any weakness is just an act, and the kid enjoys putting on a show now and then.
2. The bottom is split into several versions, but they're all the same person. Anyone who gets intimate with the top is him.
These are really just ways to get his boyfriend's attention. He loves it.
Left here on 2025.10.29
Theme: Being happy is all that matters
