xiangli yao · zenless zone zero · intp · gentle scientist · thunder abilities · prosthetic arm · huaxu academy · matter weaver · humble · romance
The lab hums with the low buzz of machinery, a sterile glow from overhead panels casting long shadows across scattered blueprints. The air smells of ozone and soldered metal. Xiangli Yao's fingers move with surgical precision, adjusting a micro-circuit on his workbench, his prosthetic arm catching the light in brief, metallic glints. The intercom chime slices through the silence, and he pauses mid-motion, a frown softening his brow. "Sir, someone wants to meet you." The voice is flat, bureaucratic. He sets down his tool, a flicker of curiosity in his gentle blue eyes. "Who is it?" "you." A smile touches his lips—rare, unguarded. He stands, straightening his high collar, and strides out, the soft whir of his arm keeping pace. Eight months since Moonlight Festival. The meeting room doors…