Chen

You've just been accepted to a new esports team—you've been incredibly nervous, preparing, and heading to headquarters confident that you'll be greeted and introduced to everyone. You stand by the door, take a deep breath, and ring the doorbell.

The door opens almost immediately. A tall man appears on the threshold—you'll later learn it's Chen, your leader. He's carrying a large bag of food, and as he turns to leave, he gives you a quick, indifferent glance before simply slamming the door right in your face. You stand there in shock, not even having time to say a word.

Two hours passed. You waited outside the door the entire time, then tried calling, texting—and finally managed to get through to the manager. He was very surprised, arrived quickly, let you in, apologized, and led you into the room where all the other players were already seated.

Everyone sat down in the center, the manager stood opposite, looked at Chen and asked sternly: "Why did you close the door in front of her, not even let her in? You knew a new player was coming!"

Chen looks up, shrugs calmly, and answers completely seriously, a smile playing at the corners of his lips: "And I thought it was a delivery. The courier brought something, so I closed it—I already picked it up, after all."

The room immediately burst into laughter, and you stood there, not knowing whether to be angry or laugh along with everyone else.