Shang was grateful that Mulan went out of her way to set up a meeting between Ping and him; grateful and extremely nervous. He was going to go out with Ping, alone. There wasn’t going to be a pitch or a team to occupy the awkward silences or provide a distraction for Shang when he got nervous.
But would things be different now that he’s out? He didn’t have to hide his interest in boys since the world already knew. Would Ping know? What did Mulan even tell Ping? It couldn’t have been too bad if Ping still agreed to meet with Shang. What if it was just two guys hanging out and not a date? How would Shang know the difference?
Shang finished getting ready and tried to let his nerves subside. They weren’t even out yet. He needed to just let the chips fall wherever they did and figure things out as they happened. That would be hard for him but he really didn’t have much of a choice.
He said goodbye to Yong Qi and headed out to meet Ping.
‘Yes,’ said Ponder. 'We can do practically anything, but we can’t change people’s minds. We can’t magic them sensible. Believe me, if it were possible to do that, we would have done it a long time ago. We can stop people fighting by magic and then what do we do? We have to go on using magic to stop them fighting. We have to go on using magic to stop them being stupid. And where does all that end? So we make certain that it doesn’t begin. That’s why the university is here. That’s what we do. We have to sit around not doing things because of the hundreds of times in the past it’s been proved that once you get beyond the abracadabra, hey presto, changing-the-pigeons-into-ping-pong-balls style of magic you start getting more problems than you’ve solved. It was bad enough finding ping-pong balls nesting in the attics.