On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

Yu Wangxi's expression at this time was extremely rich, changing again and again, comparable to Sichuan's intangible cultural heritage art.

He frowned, his lips trembling for a long time, and finally he could only squeeze out: "Huh?"

He really had no way of responding to this. He had never expected that Sun Cheng would be so full of emotion when he spoke. It caught him off guard and his mind was blank.

"No... buddy, we don't have the habit of putting accusations on others." Yu Wangxi's mind returned to normal. He waved his hands left and right and said, "I just think what happened between us is too ridiculous. I can't accept it. After all, you see, how can two good brothers sleep together?"

"You and I, we." Sun Cheng threw out a few words in a huff, his tone very stiff.

"Accident, it was a pure accident."

"What's the surprise..." Chen Qian couldn't help but mutter, "This is pure nonsense."

The voice was small, but it was skillfully controlled to a level that several people could hear clearly, so the next second, he received a sharp glare from Yu Wangxi.

He pinched his fingers and made a zippering motion in front of his face, and Chen Qianan fell silent.

"Why are you glaring at Chen Qian? He didn't say anything wrong."

"What's he saying? He's totally wrong." Yu Wangxi quickly retorted, his eyes drifting back and forth, with a guilty conscience. He compromised, saying, "Then starting tomorrow—oh, no, starting tonight—I'll reply to your messages. I'll answer your calls too. If you want to meet, we can meet. Is that okay?"

Sun Cheng frowned and said unsatisfiedly, "What do you mean? Are you going to pretend nothing happened that day?"

"if not?"

"Ha—" Sun Cheng suddenly laughed out loud. Chen Qian guessed that Yu Wangxi had angered him. He said bitterly, "Are you too receptive or too forgetful? Or, is it because my skills are not good enough?"

Yu Wangxi paused what he was about to say, not knowing whether to be speechless or not.

Although he didn't understand what this matter had to do with technology, if he continued talking like this, it would probably end up not passing the review.

He swallowed hard and said quickly, "This isn't an uninhabited place. Chen Qian is still here. Be careful with your words, kid!"

……

Chen Qian was watching the excitement while browsing the food delivery platform, and randomly picked an Italian restaurant that was not very bad, avoiding the two people's food taboos and ordered a few special dishes.

This restaurant is nearby. He and Yu Wangxi had eaten there together two days ago. The address is just at the end of the past few streets, so the delivery is fast. In less than half an hour, the blond and blue-eyed delivery guy arrived.

Chen Qian didn't care that the two were still arguing with words at a distance of more than one meter, and hurriedly took his wallet and went downstairs to get the meal.

The two of them chatted back and forth for such a long time that Chen Qian, the audience, felt a little tired, but the parties involved were not thirsty or hungry at all, and continued to fight like perpetual motion machines.

He counted out the meal and tip from a stack of cash, exchanged the meal with the guy, and then quickly went upstairs in two steps.

Just like eating melons with melon seeds and watching movies with popcorn.

He couldn't stand watching this tug-of-war scene for too long without eating a few bites of food.

Chen Qian had been going up and down the stairs for less than ten minutes when he opened the door again. The situation in the house was completely different from when he left.

Chen Qian looked at the two people sitting at the two ends of the sofa in surprise. The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet, calm and uneventful.

What happened? He just picked up a takeaway and they made up?

Chen Qian didn't show it on his face. He quietly sat down on the empty space on the sofa between the two of them, his fingers moving on the knot made by the plastic bag, his eyes quietly wandering left and right.

The meal was not bad, but Chen Qian felt itchy all over after eating it.

He even came up with the idea that while he was going downstairs, the aliens took the two of them away and left behind fake humans with copies of their genes.

He watched Yu Wangxi politely accept the pizza that Sun Cheng had helped to hand over, mumbling "please," "thank you," and "sorry" over and over again, which was so abrupt that it made people shudder.

He had never seen these two people treat each other so respectfully.

It would be more accurate to say that the two of them reached some strange consensus rather than reconciled, thus putting an end to what happened in the past.

Chen Qian felt uneasy sitting between the two of them in this strange atmosphere. Even before he finished his meal, he was already experiencing indigestion.

He wanted to ask sincerely.

In this case, is it better to call a psychologist or a psychiatrist?

Or, do you want to contact a shaman or a Taoist master?