"No."

Wei Wuxian translates for Wen Ning, and then Wen Ning says, "No, thank you, I don't like math" and Wei Wuxian translates back.

"Awww." 

Oh well. Maybe he can practice Mandarin with Wen Ning later? Masozi is feeling right now like it's very important to get to spend some time having fun with all of his friends, not just Wei Wuxian. Although he would still rather that the time not be spent watching porn. 

"...Okat, so I'm going to pretend rice is cube shaped. I think rice is normally sort of a cylinder? And some rice is bigger than other rice. If it were a cube it would be...two or three millimeters across, I think? If I made a cube of rice cubes that was ten across, it'd be...a thousand total? And that'd be two or three centimeters. A billion is...a thousand thousand thousand? So that'd actually just be another cube of those cubes ten across, I think. Which would be...thirty by thirty by thirty centimeters. Huh. That's not actually very big! I mean, it'd be enough to eat for weeks probably, but still, I thought a billion grains of rice would be more than that." 

"That is, like, totally a plausible amount of rice for me to give you if I wanted to give you a ton of rice for some reason."

Masozi has, unfortunately, alerted Wei Wuxian to the existence of Lan Wangji. "Hey, Lan Zhan, you should drink something."

"No."

"Everyone else is! Even Masozi and Wen Ning are."

"No."

"S'probably a good idea for him not to," Masozi protests. "We should have one person who can watch for mals. So I can do math and not worry about that." 

"Pleaaaaaaaase?"

He takes the alcohol from Nie Huaisang and gulps it.

"That worked?"

Huh. Eh, whatever, Wen Ning has wards, probably it's fine? Masozi is going to flop on Wei Wuxian's shoulder. "I think that on the first day you'd be being really rude!" he informs Wei Wuxian. "Who gives their friend one grain of rice? That's so stingy!" The mental image makes him burst out laughing, though. "Anyway we should do more math!" 

Lan Wangji closes his eyes and immediately falls asleep.

"What? That's the lamest way to get drunk ever."

Oh no! This is maybe concerning! "I hope he wakes up before curfew! He needs to be able to get back to his room!" 

"Don't worry, worst case we can switch off fireman's carrying him and then make fun of him."

"Who's doing a fireman's carry?" Nie Huaisang says from his comfortable position with his head in Jiang Cheng's lap.

"You."

"No, I'm not. I'm delicate and fragile and in need of protection. Tell them that, a-Cheng."

"a-Sang is delicate and fragile and in need of protection," he says in Mandarin, "and I love him."

"Awwww."

(Wei Wuxian translates the Mandarin portions of this conversation.)

Awwww. Masozi actually understood, like, a third of the Mandarin that time! He's been practicing with the flashcards he made for himself a LOT. 

...Masozi wishes someone loved him. He wishes someone would look at him the way Jiang Cheng is looking at Nie Huaisang. He's among friends, but suddenly he still feels very lonely. 

He looks at Wei Ying. "I also love you, a-Ying. Brothers forever. Get over here."