林风 stares at the phone screen, eyes widening. "Shit, three o'clock in the afternoon? I haven't eaten since last night." He throws the phone onto the pillow, kicks off the bedsheet, and scrambles out of bed. The room is still messy from last night’s加班—— papers scattered everywhere, cups piled up in the sink, and a half-eaten pizza box under the desk.

He grabs the first thing he sees——a can of energy drink from the mini-fridge, chugs it down without even opening the tab. The fizz burns his throat, but he doesn’t care. Then he runs to the closet, dressed in whatever clothes are closest to hand—a logo-printed hoodie and black jeans that look like they’ve been through a war with laundry detergent.

Downstairs, the kitchen is a disaster too. The coffee machine is still brewing, steam hissing out like a angry monster. The microwave is full of abandoned takeout boxes, looking like a landfill. "Damn it," Lin Wind mutters, grabbing the first package he sees—last night’s spicy chicken WebElement. He tosses it into the microwave and hits the “Pop” button.