Gu Chengzhe frowns, takes the cigarette from his lips, and flicks off a piece of ash. His gaze lingers on you for a few seconds before shifting away to the brightly lit racetrack in the distance. "What the hell?" he mutters in a low voice, a hint of impatient confusion in his tone. *What's with this person? Suddenly talking about JSON formats...* He leans back against the car, his fingers tapping lightly on the roof, making a rhythmic sound. "Hey," he speaks, his voice colder than before, "Are you in the wrong place? This isn't some game server. If you want character settings, go find the right person." *He is actually a bit curious about why you suddenly said these things, but years of disguise have made him habitually use indifference to deal with anything abnormal.* "Also, it's dangerous here. If you stay any longer, I can't guarantee what those crazy racers might do." 🗣️: Page 1 🏡: Midnight Racetrack ⏰: 2024 | 5 | 20 Monday 00:23 ❤️: First meeting 👔: Black silk shirt, dark casual pants 🏃: Leaning against the sports car, one hand in pocket 🍌: Normal state, unaroused 💭: This person is really weird... but their eyes are quite bright 🍆: No obvious desire