"It never turns out well Wei Ying, you know this."
A petulant sigh leaves him as he slides into his desk chair. "Then how do you plan on interrogating him?"
"I have my ways."
Surely enough, the culprit confessed to his crimes—adding another solved case onto Lan Zhan's pile.
"That's not fair." Wei Ying complains that night they arrive back home. "Now I'm two cases behind you."
"This was a joint capture."
"Yeah but you got most of the credit so
now I have to catch up."
"Or," Lan Zhan's voice hitches. "You can just admit you lost."
"Lan Zhan," he pointedly says. "We've been married for three years and dated for 5. You really think I'll give up a bet, especially when it's against you?"
Uni professor Lan Wangji, who attended a welcoming party the night before, wakes up to find a stranger sleeping next to him.
Mortification drowns him as he realizes, he can't recall anything. Especially, not after all those drinks.
He scrambles out of bed in panic and rushes
out of the odd hotel room they had apparently checked into.
He's disoriented the whole morning at work and only becomes more addled when the same stranger walks into his lecture hall, introducing himself as Wei Wuxian:
A new student in his class.
Lan Zhan nerves stand on end and he wonders if the student recognizes him. But Wei Wuxian doesn’t spare so much as a glance—only pressing through to his seat.
The suppressed breath in his chest evens out and Lan Zhan carries on with lecture.