Blurb One: I think of you as I practice my sword, and dream of you as I read. How can I put an end to this? Only by taking the plunge. Whether I can bring you down or not, let me tell you the tale.
Blurb Two:
Zihui: "Sir, I heard you're going away again?"
The teacher raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
Zihui: "Remember to eat while you're away, keep warm, and get plenty of rest... (Ten thousand words omitted here.)"
The teacher lowered his eyes and said coolly, "Can Instructor An pull up his pants before he speaks?"
Zihui: "No, I'm walking the bird to lure the wild goose."
Blurb Three: The teacher is famous. Someone waits on him hand and foot, overjoyed. The teacher makes a fleeting appearance. Someone's eyes sparkle, and they long for him like a madman. The teacher activates his golden finger. Someone trembles and begs for mercy again and again.
At last, one day, An discovers that this teacher is nothing but a refined scoundrel.
In short, this is the everyday life of two scholars. A slow burn, with occasional split personalities and the odd bit of meat broth and scraps. A moody top x an overthinker bottom (will the bottom turn the tables? Maybe).
