*texting*

operator: 911 what's your emergency?

jian yi: hey man, yeah, see i'm cooking something here. i was wondering how much trouble you could get in for uh, meth.

operator: and you called the police to ask how. illegal the meth is?

jian yi: well yeah, i figured if anyone would know, it'd be you guys?

operator: *types on keyboard*

operator: is that jian yi of *address*

jian yi: no, uh... jian yi is not here right now can i take a message?

operator: the police are on their way, jian yi.

jian yi: aw, shit, nuts, i mean, yeah that's fine, cause nothing's wrong here, exept me cooking some meth, aw double nuts i sad it again.

operator: see you soon, jian yi.

jian yi: alright, it was great talking to you.

operator: it was great talking to you too.

he cheng is a frequent guest at the police station, huh.

this is either because of work, or because he tian really often gets stuck there.

At the first night

mo guan shan, teaching he tian basic things: just pound the nail into the wall.

he tian: i'll pound you against the wall. shush.

I did my waiting! Twelve years of it, in Azkaban!

i hope it was oldxian's «other work» and now she'll take up on a 19 days new chapter🛐

he tian: oh, that looks heavy, can i give you a hand?

mo guan shan: you're pointing at my ass.

he tian: ... your point being?

NOOOOO, not the paper!!! he won't be able to show he tian his result now😿

he tian: what are you thinking about?

mo guan shan: nothing special, just dreaming...

mo's dreams: