A Blade and an Arrow

Valentines

Feng Xin wasn't good at designing let's be honest.

He's not crafty nor artful or even interested in anything that involves having to use his obviously non-existent creativity.

But he somehow still entered photography.

Shaking his head, he frowns. He's not one to indulge himself in small room interior designs, let alone a whole gym almost the size of an olympic basketball venue.

Besides, someone was always there in terms of ingenuity and artistry.

Yet that said someone wasn't here.

But remembering last year's celebration and the awful stickers of the statues of the Greek Goddess Aphrodite plastered almost everywhere to an extent it was oppressing and Feng Xin needing to use all the strength he could muster as not to vomit all over the basketball court the poor designers just scrubbed clean until shiny and reflective, he shudders.

Because Pei Ming - with the help of Shi Qingxuan and because Shi Qingxuan and Pei Ming was there then it meant He Xuan and Yushi Huang was also there - all of a sudden decides that it was the brightest fucking idea to make the valentine theme Aphrodisiac. Feng Xin doubts Pei Ming forgot the professors were also there.

Thank Gods the professors left merely ten minutes after.

Probably because they couldn't handle the obnoxiously gaudy construction of their precious gym and telling whoever to watch over their classmates before announcing and so not in a hurry to leave.

He wasn't a designer.

He entered photography as a part-time job for the sake of easy money because people said he was natural at taking glamorous pictures even without proper tutoring.

What they didn't know was because someone wouldn't stop pestering and forcing him to repeatedly press the fucking botton until all his possible body parts get sore for the reason that said someone wanted a good picture to post on instagram.

So he guessed he already got free tutoring from that alone.

And because he was in photography;
People stereotypically thought he was also good in organizing crafts and designing arts no matter how much he says he's literally failing his art class he was uncertain why he luxuriate himself in.

They won't listen and didn't believe.

His fashion style didn't help either with it. Vintage and aesthetic that had women - also with men - swooning over him. Constantly saying how good he was with his clothes and how good his taste was.

That's how he found himself sitting opposite of the woman he always much rather choose to jump from a plane without a parachute than meet.

"I'm not good at it." Feng Xin waves a hand dismissively. The woman just blankly stares at him, like she always does. "Seriously."

"So, you want Pei Mi-"

"Fucking no." He groans, shifting in his seat. "Don't tell me you prefer his fucking stickers." He grumbles, coffee already cold as he makes a mental note to order iced latte next time instead.

Ling Wen shakes her head leisurely. "I don't. That's why I'm coming to you." She raises a brow as if to dare him to decline again.

Feng Xin is a stubborn bitch sometimes so he crosses his arms. "It'll only be awful if it was me."

"There's no one else-"

"Xie Lian?"

"With his boyfriend, I doubt he could actually put up something that doesn't scream San Lang. "