On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

I don’t know how long it took, but the water cooled down and Yu Wangxi’s mood calmed down.

Chen Qian sat silently by the side, just looking at him and waiting for him to speak.

After a long time, the person who was hunched over at the other end of the sofa finally showed some movement. He sat up a little straighter.

Chen Qian observed this movement and knew that he was much better now, so he turned sideways and faced him.

"Why did he call you suddenly?" Yu Wangxi stared at the cup and said, "Did he guess that I would look for you?"

"It doesn't sound like it. I just asked if you had contacted me." Chen Qian recalled the brief conversation between him and Sun Cheng and replied to him.

Yu Wangxi didn't look up, and continued hesitantly, "It's not a big deal, it's just... too embarrassing to see him."

"Look at it more positively. We're brothers, what can't we get over?" Chen Qian tried to comfort him, but after thinking about it, he felt it was too pale, so he casually made up an example to compare it: "It's not like you forced yourself on him, how serious can it be, right?"

“…” Yu Wangxi still didn’t look up. He didn’t say that it was like that, but he didn’t say that it wasn’t either.

He simply fell silent.

This is terrible. Yu Wangxi, with his weak arms and legs, forced himself on that big man, Sun Cheng?

Sure enough, going to work is harmful to your health, and being a programmer or a code machine is even more harmful.

Chen Qian's position was not good, so he couldn't see the other party's expression. When Yu Wangxi didn't respond, he felt a little flustered. At this moment, his voice trembled due to excessive imagination, "No... Squad Leader, you..."

"I went to their studio's celebration party last week on behalf of my brother..." Yu Wangxi suddenly felt relieved, and his tone became much calmer. It was almost impossible to tell that he had such turbulent emotions just now.

studio?

Celebration party?

Chen Qian suddenly stretched out his hand and stood between him and Yu Wangxi. "Wait a moment, give me some time to calm down."

He stood up and walked back and forth in the room several times. After he was sure that this was not an alcohol-induced hallucination, he sat back on the sofa. He said firmly, "Go ahead."

"Sun Cheng and I..." Yu Wangxi paused, "He was drunk. Our hotel is upstairs from that place, so I took him up there for convenience."

"You two went to the hotel?" Chen Qian couldn't help but interrupt, his eyes wide open.

"Do you know how to listen, Chen Qian? Listen to me." Yu Wangxi looked up this time, gave him a reproachful look, and then started stringing words together like he was sharing gossip: "I've never seen this guy drunk before. I thought he wouldn't get drunk, but as soon as he walked in, he pushed me onto the bed. Do you understand?"

"I understand it from listening, but I don't understand this." Chen Qian supported him.

"I can't drink much to begin with. My brother drank a few times, and my mind became foggy. Then he stopped being a friend. I've known him for so long, but I've never seen him have a girlfriend. I guess he's been holding it in for too long." Yu Wangxi frowned as he spoke. "You can't blame him entirely for this. I'm also responsible. I was so confused that I thought I was dreaming."

Chen Qian stopped talking for a moment.

I don’t know what to say, and I don’t know what to say.

When Yu Wangxi said, "I'm also responsible," Chen Qian knew he was finished.

"Why aren't you talking?" Yu Wangxi glanced at him. He felt a little thirsty after talking so much, but he didn't want to drink the glass of water in his hand. It might be salty.

"You both have responsibilities, so why are you hiding from him?" Chen Qian asked him after thinking about it.

"I'm scared. When I woke up, the room was empty. He must be quite bothered by this." Yu Wangxi raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "But if you want to talk about it openly, it's not a big deal. But I'm afraid he'll say it doesn't matter, and I'm also afraid he'll say it does matter."

"What do you mean?"

"If he says it doesn't matter and we should be good brothers and help each other, then I'm really dreaming. If he says it does matter, then we can't get along anymore and it would be better for us to break up." Yu Wangxi twirled the cup in his hand at his fingertips.

There was another long silence.

Chen Qian might have anticipated today's scene, but he never imagined that things would become so outrageous.

The word psychedelic is both hanging.

"I have nothing to say to persuade you, you know." Chen Qian suddenly said, "My situation is not much worse than yours. I rushed in here in a fit of rage."

"Come on, I know we shouldn't compare miseries, but good things are about to happen to you." Yu Wangxi tutted his lips, a bit of disdain on his face, "You've only been abroad for a short time, and he's already started a new life. That Miss Shi is also miserable, can't she be a gay man's wife?"

"I'm saying that we can't meet in different places..." Chen Qian's face froze for a moment, "He's not that kind of person. You should stop reading fake news."

Yu Wangxi seemed to be blocked for a moment, unable to speak, "You...can do it."

"I believe him." Chen Qian was determined, his eyes were much clearer, and he smiled.

……

In the blink of an eye, Yu Wangxi had been living in Odense for almost a week.

I just finished my exams and have some free time. The part-time job also has fixed shifts, so I only need to go three times a week.

So Chen Qian simply set aside most of his time to accompany him and postponed all the things that could be postponed.

Yu Wangxi hadn't set a time to go back, so he wasn't in a hurry. Chen Qian was too lazy to think about him, but when he occasionally received calls from Sun Cheng, he would always say he didn't know, just as Yu Wangxi had asked.

That afternoon, the two made an appointment to visit the Hans Christian Andersen Museum.

Chen Qian had never been here before, but he accompanied Yu Wangxi to visit it first. It can be said to be a wonderful first time.

The Andersen Museum is located in the city center, but Chen Qian just wanted to keep himself busy, so busy that he didn't have time to think about it, so he rarely came here.

But when he arrived at the entrance of the Hans Christian Andersen Museum, he discovered that black hair, yellow skin and even Chinese speakers, which were considered rare in his area, were available here in bulk by the dozen.

As far as I could see, five out of ten people were using the same template as me, just like back home.

I can still hear the local accent from time to time, like heavenly music.

Why didn't you tell me earlier that Chinese people love to travel abroad? Wouldn't he have come earlier? Why did he have to communicate in a difficult way using his poor Danish mixed with English all day long?

Oh, you said this was a mess.

Yu Wangxi couldn't help but be amazed at the high concentration of Asians in this place. He kept his mouth open for a long time, stunned.

In the past few days, he couldn't find a system when he went out. Apart from Chen Qian, he only talked to Simon and his wife. He felt so suffocated.

Moreover, because of his height, which was not a good height in China and was not suitable for public facilities, those Europeans treated him like a child and almost asked him if he wanted to have the children's meal.

As a result, he complained to Chen Qian as soon as he got home, wondering whether these Europeans had growth hormones in their genes or whether they grew up eating chemical fertilizers.

Now standing in this Andersen Museum, he finally felt a sense of being down to earth.

He thought to himself: Fortunately, this is still the world where Yu Wangxi originally lived.