Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
Shadow Crossing
"Please come in," Qing Chen said calmly.
Into the room strolled Jiang Xiaotang, who nonchalantly took a seat on the sofa not far from Qing Chen, "I hadn't expected that just yesterday you two were fighting to the death, and today you've become friends."
"We're hardly friends," Qing Chen replied earnestly.
This remark left Huang Zixian startled, but he quickly found the other's forthright manner of speaking somewhat comforting.
On any given day, there were plenty who would call you brother, acting like blood relatives before trouble struck, only to vanish without a trace once something went wrong.
For some reason, Huang Zixian found he actually preferred the company of people like Qing Chen.
At that moment, Jiang Xiaotang cracked a smile, "You're quite direct, so I'll be straightforward too. Sign a management contract with me; let me be your agent."
Qing Chen was somewhat taken aback.