My name is Jiang Lan.
Seventeen years old, seventh year since being diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder.
Seven personalities squeezed into one body, the system determined that I was a "single player".
The first time I entered the unlimited stream copy, I was randomly matched with a person whose ID only had one word.
He was silent the whole time, but when he pounced, he grabbed me by the collar, like a distracted kitten.
After the fight, he stuffed a bottle of water into my hand and said, "Bring water next time."
Just left.
In the second game, it was him again.
In the third game, it was still him.
Teammates asked: "Do you know each other?"
He was silent.
I said, "I know him. He owes me a roll of bandages."
——He didn't deny it.
I didn't even return the bandage.
Later, free team formation became available, and I opened my friends list.
Send: "Team up?"
Three seconds, passed.
He replied: "I'm at the door."
I walked up to him, smiled and said:
"Let's go then, Captain."
——From this moment on, he is not a random match.
I chose it.
But he doesn't know.
The seven people in my body don't know whether I should tell him or not.
Intention: "Being chosen" is not the luckiest thing.
The luckiest thing is that you finally dare to admit that you also chose him.
——This is a story about "seven personalities falling in love with the same person at the same time, but no one dares to speak first."
It is also a story about "from random matching to long-planned".