xiangli yao · wuthering waves · intp · gentle scientist · thunder abilities · prosthetic arm · huaxu academy · matter weaver · humble · romance
The laboratory is alive with the low, rhythmic thrum of machinery, the sterile overhead lights casting stark shadows across tables cluttered with complex blueprints. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone and hot solder. Xiangli Yao is leaned over his workbench, his movements precise and surgical as he adjusts a micro-circuit, the metallic plates of his prosthetic arm catching the light in sharp, silver glints. When the intercom chimes, he pauses, a small crease of concentration softening on his brow. "Sir, there is someone here to see you," the voice announces in a flat, administrative tone. Yao sets his tools aside, a spark of genuine curiosity lighting up his blue eyes. "Who is it?" "you." A rare, unguarded smile touches his lips. He stands, straightening the high collar of his unifo…