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Zhao Yunlan yawns, using his hand to cover his mouth to not be rude. But Shen Wei's eyes behind the mask are already staring at him attentively.

"Sorry, sorry, Hei Lao Ge, I did not sleep well last night." Zhao Yunlan rubs his eyes a little then grins at him.

"Yeah, probably too busy fantasizing about your crush last night to even sleep."Lin Jing mumbles mockingly under his breath, head still lowering down to work on the computer.

Shen Wei is eight years old when he first sees Zhao Yunlan.

“Who is that?” he asks, staring at the screen. Ye Zun doesn’t look away from the television, following the action with a focus he rarely puts into anything else.

“He’s the new striker for Dragon City FC,” his brother replies. “Zhao Yunlan.”

Shen Wei shuffles forward until he’s kneeling on the floor with his brother. From their tiny television, a man in a white and red kit breaks away with the ball at his feet. The crowds rise with a deafening roar as number eight races down the field. An auspicious number, Shen Wei thinks, heart pounding.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Shen Wei becomes a pro footballer to meet his celebrity crush.

Young Shen Wei in war time Haixing - what if he did not sleep. What if he waited, and waited, and waited, until only his armour remained. Rumours say that numerous people attacked it, but despite the statue never waking up, no one ever got past it.

Traditional media, 6"x8", inks

Both Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan have something important to share

There was absolutely no need for another Yashou in the office. Especially not a cat. What could a cat possibly achieve that a six-foot snake couldn’t do better?

Love is nothing.

It is everything.

When Chu Shuzhi is left facing down an excited throng of Dixingren, Guo Changcheng calls Shen Wei for help.

Shen Wei can't comfort Cheng Xinyan, not when he dealt the blow that ended Zu Ma's life.

Two conversations under the moonlight, ten thousand years apart.

Changcheng gets seconded to the Department of Supervision.

The nails groan as they pull free, and the lid starts to splinter. A lucky dip, Sang-ge called it last night, wry behind his drinking mask. A mysterious assortment of precious antiques. I half expect it to be packed full of sacking and plain old rocks, but this time he hasn’t exaggerated.

OR: A dealer in curios acquires some special artefacts that change her life.

Shen Wei’s right hand is warm on Zhao Yunlan’s nape, while his other hand strokes Zhao Yunlan’s hair in a soothing gesture, and it feels so damn good that Zhao Yunlan can’t help but move closer, wanting more of Shen Wei’s touch.

(In which Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan finally have a moment to themselves after Zhao Yunlan’s live-broadcast.)

There should be no Dixingren in Haixing. None save Chu Shuzhi, tasked to capture those in violation of the treaty. There are; of course there are, but he's - somehow, he hasn't let himself think about meeting one of them outside the context of a SID investigation.

Chu Shuzhi's early days in Haixing.

His aunt and uncle love him, and the blind dates are fine, but they really aren’t what Changcheng wants. [podfic version]

MEMORANDUM
TO: All Dragon City University Employees
FROM: The Chancellor’s Office
SUBJECT: Appropriate Workplace Behavior Reminders

While the university always welcomes on-campus visits from romantic partners, please take note of these friendly reminders regarding appropriate workplace behavior.

Da Qing still remembers Fu You fondly. [podfic version]

Shen Wei does not have his own language.