Monday not!fic

[nnozomi]

Because I am working off my revisions-related frustration with more little bits of Zhao Xinci-related not!fic, have some. Eleven o'clock at night in the little hole-in-the-wall noodle shop where Dragon City Hospital personnel tend to go after their shifts.

Cheng Xinyan swallows her mouthful of hot and dry noodles, eyebrows going up. "So the SID tradition of undercover informants stands," she says dryly.
Zhao Xinci closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Nothing is happening under false pretenses," he says, and leaves it at that. Guo Changcheng has some things to tell him. Chu Shuzhi has others. (He's not blind enough to think there's no cross-checking going on between those two, but each works in his own way.) "In any case, his...impersonation...wasn't ever meant to be permanent. Zhao Yunlan..." He still can't say the name without feeling as if there's a stone in his throat. Xinyan, who has observed this phenomenon, doesn't pat his hand or give him a sympathetic look or make soothing noises, and he's bitterly grateful for it. "I know what Zhao Yunlan asked for, but he...he...underestimated his own..."

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[china_shop]

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[clevermanka]

Oh, definitely here for this!

[nnozomi]

I may not ever write it properly, but man, it's so much easier just to look at canon ZXC and let him do his thing in my head than to try and pull together a whole novel-type structure I have to build myself... oh well, both fun in their different ways.