Wen Ning didn’t think things could possibly spiral further out of control. After all, how much chaos could porridge and silence really generate? Unfortunately, he hadn’t factored in one crucial thing: Wei Wuxian had unlimited energy, zero shame, and too much free time.

The day began normally—or as normally as it ever did now. Wen Ning sat at his kitchen table, staring blankly at a bowl of oatmeal. The camera was set up, the ring light glowing, Lan Wangji quietly adjusting the angle with precise movements. Wei Wuxian hovered nearby with his glittery “CONTENT MASTER PLAN” notebook, scribbling furiously.