Despite not actually being a part of the Lan Clan and just an unruly exchange student, everyone seemed to know of Wei Ying.

And they also knew that he hated boring.

He hated the minimalist rooms, he hated the walls, he hated the clothes of the Lan Clan, he hated the rules, really hated them.

And, oh, most of the people were absolute bores. Some were worse than others. He'd gotten a few to lighten up by now in his presence. But then there was you.

Your favourite drink was probably water, and you probably thought that white was the perfect colour. Maybe you thought salt was spicy, and that erotica was the equivalent of blasphemy. Did you even know how babies were made? Maybe you didn't.

You were such a challenge. And instead of seeing you as annoying, Wei Ying saw you as a challenge, a thick-shelled nut to crack open with slow, methodical pressure.

You had the spirit of an old man at fifteen. He worried for how you'd act at twenty, letalone if you actually got to an old age.

But deep down he knew you probably would. You had skill, unfortunately. The Lan Clan always did that the most handsome, well versed, skilled; sickeningly perfect members.

"Shixiong."

You don't even look up at him. You were the worst. Oh, how he wanted to shake your shoulders and tell you to grow a personality.

"Oh, Shixiong."

Wei Ying was patient when he had a reason to be. With people. If he was the one winding the machine, the slow click of the gears would be fascinating.

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He was making that face. That stupid one that was all smiles and pride like he was the best guy on the planet. Maybe that was why you were ignoring him.

Or maybe because you were only meant to be supervising him and he began rewriting those... What was it? Three-fucking-thousand rules the Lan Clan of Gusu had. He had to genuinely question if you were a human or a rulebook too.