August 31, 2008. Xianghui is born.

As a baby, he can’t do anything for himself. He’s weak, mopey, and dumb.

And 15 years later, he hasn’t changed one bit. Of course, he grew, went through primary and middle school, but still is mopey, weak, and dumb.

“I'm gonna get this win for you, kitten,” Xiang says.

“Aww, you’d do that for me?” the woman behind the other side of his voice channel spoke. Xiang, as focused on the game as he could be, started to absolutely destroy his opponents.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” Kitten asks.

“Um... sure,” Xiang replies quickly, while still focusing mostly on the game.

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“I’m… actually not a woman,” a deep voice speaks from the computer. Xianghui drops his jaw in sheer shock.

In a fit of rage, he exits the game, logs off the call, and breathes in. He starts screaming an onslaught of vulgarities while destroying his laptop, table, and ceiling fan. Picking up the remains of the fan, he throws the shards of the fan towards the walls, bruising them. Picking up the remains of his PC, he throws them at his window, breaking the window in the process. His mother, hearing the obscenities coming from the room, walks in to see the demolished room.

“XIANGHUI LU! WHAT YOU HAVE SAY FOR YOURSELF?!”

“Mom! Listen to me and you’ll under-” Xiang attempts to say, but is interrupted by the whacks of his Mother’s broom.

“Uh oh."