Everyone notices when Shen Wei arrives with Zhao Yunlan at 4 Guangming that morning. They come in together often when Shen Wei has no morning classes, nothing remarkable about that and they don’t make any fuss. However, unlike any normal morning, Shen Wei is clad in a pair of faded skinny jeans that are a little too long, bunching at the ankles, a leather vest that is a bit too tight across his shoulders, and a black t-shirt half hidden under the vest and that is absolutely not his because it has a faded brand name written on it in English. While nothing about Shen Wei’s attire is inappropriate for the lax SID dress code, for the always impeccably tailored Professor Shen or the imposing Black Cloaked Envoy, he looks completely alien.
In addition, every single member of the SID has seen Zhao Yunlan wear this exact ensamble no less than four times in the last thirty days.
Real professors are supposed to be crusty old geezers with wrinkles and nose hair, not – well. Not ridiculously pretty creatures with perfect eyebrows and soft pink mouths, standing there in neat button-up shirts with sleeve garters, for fuck’s sakes, blinking great big puppy eyes from behind ridiculous little round glasses. How could Yunlan possibly be expected to know that Professor Shen was a real honest-to-God professor when he stood there in the doorway with his neat blue tie and his earnest furrowed brow, looking like an invitation to sin?