Wei Wuxian was bored. Not the “I wish someone would talk to me” kind of bored. No, this was the bone-deep, cloud-recess-studying-with-no-fun-whatsoever kind of bored. Everyone around him had their noses in books, scribbling notes with furrowed brows, the air suffocatingly serious, like a library had fallen over the whole courtyard.

Wei Wuxian considered dramatically fainting from boredom, but then inspiration struck. Love! Of course! Everyone had crushes, awkward tendencies, hidden glances, and embarrassing confessions waiting to happen. And he....Wei Wuxian....would be their savior. Their guide. Their Love Guru.

By the next class break, he had set up a tiny booth under the willow tree near the pond. A hand-painted sign read, in extravagant, slightly glittery script:

“Love Guru Wuxian at your service! Guaranteed crush success or a refund of… well, eternal friendship.”

He leaned back, smirking. This is going to be fun.

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